Novels by Divine Osas

Later that evening, the hospital finally released me. The discharge paperwork took longer than expected. But by the time the sun had dipped, I was finally changed into the clothes that was brought for me and ready to leave. By the time everything was completed, I felt both exhausted and relieved. Relieved because I was finally leaving. A few minutes later, I was wheeled out of the room till we got outside of the hospital where I stood up. Mom turned to give me a gentle and careful hug. "I'm going to head home now so you can go get some rest," she said, pulling back to look at me with a warm, reassuring smile. "But I am coming over to see you the first thing tomorrow morning. I’ll bring some fresh ingredients to make that chicken soup we talked about." "Okay," I smiled warmly. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, Mom." She waved to us one last time before heading toward her car in the parking lot. Once she was gone, Adrian stepped closer to my side and reached down to hold my

AMELIA It's been three days so far. Three long days of hospital walls, medication schedules, neurological checks and endless instructions to rest. Thankfully, things were getting better. The headaches weren't as intense anymore and the dizziness came less frequently. Caden came visiting this afternoon and was doing his absolute best to keep the atmosphere lively with mom laughing from where she was sitting. Unlike everyone else who seemed to walk around me carefully, as if might break if they spoke too loudly, Caden behaved almost normally. Almost though. As Caden continued talking, my gaze drifted away from the conversation toward the far side of the room. It found Adrian who was standing several feet away from the bed, near the heavy curtains. His hands were tucked into his pockets, just quietly watching and observing. That was exactly how he had been for the past three days. He was just distant, watching and observing everything that happened in the room but rarely

Ryker stared up at me with his brow pulling together. "A hospital?" he muttered. "Your partner in crime here, who you sent, hurt her so bad, it landed her in the hospital," I retorted. He shifted uncomfortably but his face hardened. He let out a small breath and shrugged his shoulders as much as the restraints would allow. "Well... that's not on me," he replied. The lack of remorse in his voice was alarming. I stood there, looking down at him. He didn't care at all. A thought came to my mind. A dark one at that. If Caden and I had been just a few minutes late, what would have happened to her? If Ryker’s man had successfully taken her away, would they have even treated her well? Would they have cared that her head was injured? Would they have taken her to a good hospital quickly enough to treat the injury on her head, or would they have just locked her in some dark, filthy room and let her suffer? The thought alone sent a fresh wave of rage through me. I took a deep breat

ADRIAN The security vehicle finally slowed down and pulled into a parking area directly in front of an apartment complex. A few seconds later, Caden and I pulled in behind them. I shifted the car into park and immediately killed the engine. Caden opened his door immediately, his eyes scanning the windows and balconies above us as we both stepped out. Nobody wasted any time. The security team stepped out too and opened the rear door of their vehicle. The attacker was pulled out. "Lead the way," I told him. One of the men shoved him forward. "Move." He swallowed and nodded. We walked into the building and went up the stairs to the upper floor. Finally, the attacker stopped. He looked at the door, then at me, then back at the door before pointing a hand toward it. "This is it," he said. "This is his house." I walked past him and stood directly in front of the door. I raised my hand and knocked hard, three times. I waited a couple of seconds, ready to knock again, when

ADRIAN I stayed back at the hospital longer than I had originally planned. The truth was simple. Every time I thought about leaving, my eyes would drift back to Amelia and I would find another reason to stay. And the feeling that I figured she got hurt because she's involved with me was just so hard to deal with. And the whole situation just made me so angry. Eventually, I checked the time and knew I couldn't delay any longer. I had things to do. People to deal with. I sat on a chair by the side of the hospital bed, watching her. Slowly, I reached down, my fingers gently rubbing against her knuckles. "I have to leave for a little while," I murmured, keeping my voice as soft as possible to mask the tension underneath. "But I will be right back, though much later... but I'll be right back, I promise." She blinked at me, as her brows pulled together a bit. "You're leaving again?" she asked quietly. "Yes," I replied, leaning in a little closer so she could see the absolute cer

Carlton stared at me without saying a word and I laughed. "Don't you see it? That's exactly the point." "What point?" he asked coldly. I spread my hands. "It means she matters." "She isn't someone temporary. She isn't one of the women that came and went. She's different," I continued. "She means a lot to him." A slow smile spread across my face. "And that makes me know that he loves her." The satisfaction of that realization tasted sweet. Adrian Langford, the ice king of the corporate world had finally gone and given himself a weakness. Carlton stared at me, his expression twisting into something close to horror. "So you want to hurt her just to get to him?" "Oh, no. Not at all," I replied, waving my hand in dismissal as if he had just suggested something utterly absurd. "You're still not understanding." "I don't want to hurt her," I added. Carlton let out a scoff. "And yet, you had her taken." "I said I don't want to hurt her." I snapped. "I just want to see hi

Ryan didn't answer immediately. He looked at her before finally exhaling a sharp breath. "Sylvie, you should not worry about that right now. The point is, we have what we need." "Can you stop saying that?" Her voice came out more strained than she intended. "Stop telling me not to worry! Every time you say that, it only makes me worry more. It makes me feel like there’s another monster hiding in the dark that you’re not telling me about." Ryan’s eyes softened, the hard edge melting away for a fleeting moment. He walked toward her and reached out to cup her cheeks in his large, warm hands. His thumbs brushed over her cheekbones, grounding her. "I need you to really just relax," he said, his voice low "You have me. I told you I would handle this, and I am. Please, just trust me for a little longer." Sylvie stared into his eyes and eventually, she let out a jagged breath and nodded. She stepped away from his touch and walked into the living room, sinking onto the plush couch. S

Hours later, Ryan stood at the stove, one hand resting on the counter while the other stirred the pasta slowly, almost absentmindedly. The kitchen was quiet except for the soft bubbling of water and the faint clink of utensils against the pot. The smell of garlic and butter had already filled the space. He exhaled quietly, his mind not entirely on the food. Just then, he heard soft footsteps behind him. He turned slightly, just enough to glance over his shoulder. Sylvie stood at the entrance of the kitchen, her hair slightly messy from sleep, her eyes still heavy as she rubbed at one of them with the back of her hand. For a moment, he just watched her. "Hey," he said gently. "How was your nap?" She let her hand fall from her face and gave a small stretch, her voice still laced with sleep. "It was… fine. Surprisingly. I didn't think I'll even be able to close my eyes." There was something almost amusing in her tone, like even she hadn’t expected to rest that well. She wa

She powered the phone on. When the screen lit up, for a split second, nothing happened. Then, vibration. A sharp, aggressive buzzing in her palm. She flinched. It hummed relentlessly, like it had been waiting for this exact moment. Notifications began to pour in one after another. The screen filled so quickly she could barely read anything. Messages stacked on top of messages. Her hands started trembling almost immediately. Ryan’s grip tightened slightly around her free hand, steadying her, but he didn’t try to take the phone. At least not yet. Her eyes scanned the top of the screen. Liana. Dahlia. Mum. Dad. Zade. The names blurred together. Then she tapped Liana’s chat first. The messages were frantic. ~ Sylvie where are you?? Please answer your phone. You didn’t say anything before leaving. Are you safe? Sylvie I’m serious, just tell me you’re okay. ~ She scrolled upward. There were even more. Messages sent hours ago. Voice notes she hadn’t opened. Her throat tighte

The first thing Sylvie noticed when she woke up was the quiet. Her lashes fluttered open slowly. For a brief moment, she didn’t remember where she was. The ceiling above her wasn’t hers. The curtains weren’t hers. The faint scent in the air, wood, detergent, something subtly masculine wasn’t hers either. Then it all came back. Ryan, his house, the way she had fallen asleep with her cheek pressed against his chest. As she shifted slightly under the covers, she realized she had slept unexpectedly well. Her hand moved instinctively to the other side of the bed, it was empty. The sheets were cool too. She blinked at the space beside her, processing it. She realized Ryan was already up. She sat up slowly, pushing the duvet down to her waist. Morning light filtered through the curtains in pale streaks. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet met the cool floor. She stretched slightly, shoulders rolling back, then stood as she slipped her feets into the hous

The mall lights were already glowing against the deepening evening when they pulled into the parking lot. It was one of those malls with glass front, automatic sliding doors, soft gold lighting. Ryan cut the engine and glanced at her. "You okay?" She nodded. "Yeah." He stepped out first, walking around the car to open her door. She noticed the way he automatically took most of the weight, always positioning himself between her and everything else. Inside, the mall hummed with life. It was almost six-thirty now, the early evening rush still alive but beginning to thin. Ryan slowed his steps so she could walk beside him. "Pick whatever you want," he said quietly. "Don’t worry about anything." She looked at him. "Ryan..." "I mean it." His voice was firm but soft. "Whatever it is at all that you need." She hesitated. "I can pay for some of it." He gave her a look, gentle, but unyielding. "No. You shouldn’t worry about that. Just… trust me. It’s not an issue." She swallowed and

For a few more suspended seconds, their foreheads rested against each other. Their breathing mingled in the narrow space between them. His thumb still lingered near her cheek, warm against skin.But then, the reality of the last twenty-four hours surged back into Sylvie’s mind. The abandonment, the panic, the tears shed on Liana’s shoulder, it all came rushing back, She pulled away suddenly creating a distance. Her eyes, which had moments ago softened with relief, began to shine with something else entirely. Tears. They gathered quickly, blurring her vision. "Why?" she demanded, her voice breaking before it could fully rise. "Why did you leave? How could you? You left me." Ryan froze. She stepped back further, shaking her head as if the sight of him standing there only made her more angry. "Do you have any idea what that did to me?" she asked fiercely. "Do you have any idea?""Sylvie, listen to me..." He instinctively reached for her hands, but she yanked them away from him.