Novels by Isla H

Leena.The music from the club had become a haze of sounds in my ears, but the thrill rushing through my body was enough to make it worthwhile.I couldn't tell what happened, but Genna had dragged me out here after shopping with her. “You need to loosen up a bit, it’s Friday!” She said.Now I was half drunk, swaying with the bodies on the dance floor as the music controlled our movements. Somewhere at the far end of the club, Genna was having her tenth shot of whiskey. I swam through the bodies and found her, laughing the second I locked eyes with her. “See? I told you this would be fun,” she said, sliding me a glass of whiskey. I chugged it down without thinking, embracing the burn as it swooshed down my throat. “I’m not listening to you ever again. How are we even friends?” I slurred the words, and we both burst into laughter again. “We’re friends because you love me darling,” she drawled, moving her body to the music. She paused for a second, glancing behind me. Then she leaned

Leena.“And why exactly do you think that’s not feasible enough, Mr George?” I tried to keep my voice level. This entire meeting had been tedious, and my brain had been put to so much work that it was going to hate me as much as my heart did. It was all because of him. I made a mental note to never judge anyone again, because I certainly didn't expect this man to be so knowledgeable to the point where even I started questioning what I knew about business. He threw questions that made gears turn and break in my head, and I was on the verge of giving up. But he didn’t even look tired, in fact he seemed amused. Every once in a while my gaze would stray to him, only to find him already staring at me. I had been so tempted to yell at him to stop it, but professionalism was more important. The one thing I couldn’t understand despite all his knowledge and the main reason for this merger, was that his company was going bankrupt. Unless he had a terrible administration or he himself was d

Leena.“Oh no worries,” I said to her. “I’ll just be on my way now,” I said awkwardly and stepped forward. “Mr…George was it? Please, don’t forget to talk to Scott. Have a nice day.”I walked straight to my car without looking back, and told the driver to head straight to my company. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and yawned as the car rolled out of the school premises. My phone buzzed as I tried to organize my thoughts. “Genna?” I said as I answered. “Where are you? The meeting starts in twenty minutes. Surely you wouldn’t want to leave a bad impression on these mergers would you?” she said in a rush. I instinctively glanced at the clock and cursed under my breath. I was fifteen minutes late. “Kendrick, speed up a bit please,” I said to my driver. He glanced at me worriedly through the rearview mirror, but my sharp look was enough to force him to look at the road. “I’m so sorry Genna. I’ll be there as fast as I can. Are the representatives there yet?” I huffed, ch

Leena. Three years later.“Mom, that Scott boy keeps pestering me. I don’t like him,” my daughter Revna whined as my driver took her to school. It was her second week there, and she kept talking about some kid named Scott who wouldn’t leave her alone. “It just means he likes you honey,” I tried to be patient, flipping through my schedule for the day. Revna huffed, crossing her arms. She looked like a cute bunny, with her bright blue eyes. My best friend Genna…at least that’s who she told me she was, said she really looked like her father. But whenever I asked who her father was, she would smile apologetically and shut off. I never understood it, but I was comfortable with my life enough to not care. Now, I run my own company, a bakery, and I was a full time model too. My popularity has grown a lot over the years, especially since my accident two years ago. I can’t remember anything from before then, not even the accident itself. The doctors claimed my memory would return, but it

Leena’s POV“I’m tired of you,” George said as he slid the divorce file across the counter. I froze, the ladle in my hand cluttering to the floor. “What?” I blurted out, sure that he wasn’t talking to me. “You heard me,” he said, nonchalantly sipping his cup of tea. “What…what do you mean by that?” My heart clenched, and my blood ran cold. It didn’t help that he had that annoying blank expression on his face, acting as if I never existed. “I mean,” he exhaled, finally looking up from his phone. “I am sick, and tired of you, Leena. A marriage like ours was bound to fail anyway, so don't come here acting surprised. My lawyer’s waiting outside.”He spoke with so much casualness that it felt like I was dreaming. George and I got married five years ago because of our families. A marriage of convenience, they said. It was only about the merger between our families, and to hide a scandal that threatened to ruin his reputation.That was what it was at first. But over the years, his cold