Novels by Glory James

CHAPTER FIVE His Terms Annie's POV Sunlight spilled across the lounge, glinting off the polished marble floor like tiny stars. Guests murmured softly around me—quiet laughter, clinking glasses, the soft scrape of cutlery—but everything felt far away, muffled, like I was underwater.The faint scent of fresh citrus lingered in the air, mixed with polished wood and warm daylight. It should have been calming, but my stomach churned with nerves. My palms were cold, pressed flat against my thighs as I waited.Then he arrived.Grey walked in with the steady confidence of someone who never had to wonder if he belonged. His presence shifted the room. He sat across from me like he owned not just the chair, but the air between us. The calm, controlled aura around him made it feel like he had already rehearsed everything he was about to say—down to the exact moment he would inhale.“We need rules,” he said. His voice was steady, expression unreadable. “If this is going to work, it has to be fl

CHAPTER FOURThe DealAnnie's POV I stirred as the soft morning light streamed softly into my bedroom window. The sunlight brushed against the curtains in warm, lazy streaks, glowing across the bedroom walls like gold dust. The first thing I became aware of, was the soreness in my body, a deep pulsing reminder of last night. A reminder I couldn't escape even if I tried.The second?Grey wasn't here.I looked around my room as if expecting a note, a trace, anything… but there was nothing. My cheeks felt hot, and I could still feel the numb ache of my womanhood humming with traces of his touch, reminding me of how wild he was last night.Annie, you didn't come here for all this, I scolded myself. You came to heal.But it had happened, and there was no undoing it now.Besides… it's not like I'd ever see him again.A knock pulled me out of my thoughts.“Annie, it's me, Matteo.”I opened the door and let him in. He sat beside me crossing his arms in that dramatic, exaggerated way he alway

CHAPTER THREE Temptation Under The Moonlight Annie's POV Two days later–after the blur of airports and shuttles, and a mind too tired to think—the resort unfolded before me like a painting brought to life. It was around 9pm. The sky was dark yet glowing, lit up by shiny stars sprinkled across it and the moon so bright.The beach was wild tonight —loud music, shouting voices, laughter drifting everywhere. A full night party. Bonfires rose up like flames reaching the sky, surrounded by bodies dancing, taking pictures, drinking like they wanted the night to swallow them whole.The DJ blasted afrobeats and summer pop, the speakers shaking with bass so deep that I felt it vibrate in my chest.Matteo was already shaking his head to the beat, his curls bouncing like he had no care in the world. “You need this break, Annie,” he yelled over the music. “Just breathe and forget everything!” he tugged me into the crowd. We danced for a while, but soon enough he got carried away, and drifted in

CHAPTER TWO Wedding Planner Annie's POV I woke up with my head pounding like a drum. Every pulse felt sharper than the last. My eyes fluttered open, taking in the dim morning light. Matteo was gone—God knows where.As I swung my leg off the bed, a sudden jab of pain shot across my head. I froze, letting it pass before stepping forward.My phone lay on the mirror table. Matteo must have kept it there. I didn't remember. My fingers trembled as I picked it up, scrolling through notifications like a starving woman hunting for food. No calls. No texts. No excuses. Just emptiness. Just silence. My heart sank further.From now on, Annie… forget men. Focus on your work. I muttered to myself, dragging my aching body into the bathroom for a shower. Work still awaited. Life didn't pause.I rushed into the office, still adjusting my hair, my smile forced. I pretended last night hadn't shattered me.“Here comes my best girlfriend at Pleasure Hills, Annie! You're late today, why? And why are you

CHAPTER ONE The TruthAnnie's POV My phone buzzed that afternoon, and ice shot down my spine as I stared at the screen.“Hey love, running late. Bringing someone home… my cousin from Cape Town.”“Alright baby, safe trip.”The words felt like ash in my mouth the moment I sent them. Cousin from Cape Town? He'd never mentioned a cousin. Not once in five years. Unease twisted in my stomach like barbed wire.This was the man I'd built my world around. My constant. My anchor. Five years of shared dreams, quiet sacrifices, laughter that used to echo through these walls. He'd always whispered, “we will grow old together.”I believed him.As the CEO of Starlight Event Company, he was untouchable. He hosted and planned weddings for billionaires, presidential ceremonies, and galas dripping with wealth. I'd been there too—lending ideas, loving him fiercely—even while working at rival Pleasure Hills.Tonight was supposed to be our healing. Our new start after months of distance, missed calls, vi