Novels by Ama_Writes_16

The guard stood in the doorway, a bouquet tucked under one arm and a neatly wrapped box balanced in the other.“Oh… it’s you. I wasn’t expecting you today.” She forced a shaky smile, trying to hide how startled she felt.He usually worked at the warehouse, supervising in her father’s absence.He didn’t linger around the clock, but her father often sent him home whenever a family member was alone, as he was one of his most trusted people among all the workers and guards.This time, he must have been dispatched again.His expression remained calm and professional. “Hi, ma’am. Boss Evan Grant sent this parcel for you.”Jenna froze, blinking at the bouquet and the neatly wrapped box, her heart skipping a beat. Curiosity and unease twisted together in her chest, leaving her momentarily speechless.“Evan?” she whispered, barely audible. Pulling the phone from her ear, she glanced at the screen, only to see it glaring back at her, the call had been cut. Her eyebrow twitched in confusion.Was

Jenna was setting dishes on the counter after washing and drying them, as the maid was on vacation with a high fever.She moved slowly, lost in thought, arms aching slightly, a dull throb behind her eyes, which she tried to ignore by busying herself with the work, as her family was getting ready to go on a shopping trip.The room felt quiet, except for the occasional clink of a plate as she stacked them, until Alexa hurried into the kitchen, having just finished getting ready.Her energy practically bounced off the walls as she rushed toward Jenna, who was lost in her own world.Suddenly, she grabbed Jenna’s upper arm, spinning her around, and Jenna flinched inwardly, twitching her brows.She came back to her senses and met her sister’s sparkling eyes and wide grin.“You know, Jenna, guess what I just heard Mom and Dad talking about?” Alexa whispered, glancing at the doorway as if anyone might be listening, bouncing on her heels.“Dad had a call with Mr. Evan. He said you impressed hi

Jenna rolled onto the bed with her eyes closed as the room sank into heavy silence. The duvet clung to her with its lingering warmth, and she pressed her face deeper into the pillow, letting the comfort settle around her.Her forehead creased as she pressed at the bridge of her nose, half-dreaming, half-awake, letting the slow rhythm of her breathing pull her back toward sleep.She shifted onto her back, a dull throb pulsing through her skull, and settled into the quiet of the room.Suddenly, a low voice brushed against her ear. The whisper trickled down her spine like ice, making her body stiffen, and her heart jolt.“Rest now. I’ll be here watching over you. There’s nothing you need to fear.”Her eyes flew open. A face hovered impossibly close. She jolted upright, flinging the sheet aside and sitting at the edge of the bed.“Evan?” The name slipped out in a whisper as her gaze darted frantically around the room. Her heartbeat thudded so hard it hurt.“Who’s there?” The air thickene

A sleek black car rolled to a stop just a few steps away, and as the door opened, polished leather shoes caught her eye, forcing her gaze upward.Her breath hitched as a tall, commanding man stepped out, broad shoulders filling a black blazer, crisp shirt paired with matching pants, and a deep maroon tie that cut through the air like a warning.She tried to look away, but the sharp sweep of his hair, the hard cut of his jawline, and the scar near the bridge of his left cheek held her in place as if time had stopped to watch him.For a heartbeat, she forgot to breathe, until the blare of a horn snapped her back. Oh, that damn! She turned her head, meeting strangers’ curious, judging eyes.The guard who brought her stepped forward and bowed to him, speaking briefly with ease. The tension between them was palpable, like electricity dancing across a wire, and she couldn’t stop watching.God, why am I staring? I shouldn’t even be here. She stepped forward, skirting their evaluating glances

“Mom, why isn’t anyone listening? Why are you making me marry him?”Tears streaked down her cheeks. Her body shook, a bitter taste rising in her mouth every time she thought of anyone tied to the criminal world.She pressed her back against the wall. The cold surface bit into her spine, her breath uneven, breaking on every inhale.Her knees bent, toes sinking into the carpet, searching for balance that wouldn’t come.“One day, you’ll find my dead body if you hand me to him.” Her voice quivered as her mother’s eyes hardened.“Do not be ridiculous, Jenna! How can you judge him without even meeting him?”She flinched, nails digging into the wall as if anchoring herself when her mother’s voice cracked like a whip.“What do you really know about the criminal world? And what reason could you possibly have to force this on me?”Her father had told her Evan Grant was a king, and that alone filled her stomach with ice. She had never met him, never even seen him. Yet the thought of being a Mafi