Novels by Jayne Anyim

ISLA The door burst open. Ian, breathing heavily. “The president Regent. He's here with the press. Presidential campaign” Blood drained from my face, my gaze falling on Zayne. He frowned.. “of all places…he chose a private hospital?” Ian shook his head repeatedly, “ that's not the problem. The patients in the lower floor….they want to speak with their president” he said and Zayne's fist clenched. Jaws ticking. “I told you to move them all!” He barked and Ian lowered his gaze. But barking and anger wouldn't get us out of this mess. I didn't want to meet him. I wasn't prepared to see the disappointment that might flash on his face when he sees that the wife he wanted dead was still alive and well. My hand trembled a bit. Think Isla, think. I paused. An idea.“ Let's leave through the main door” “ What?!” Ian screamed, his eyes wide with shock. Zayne didn't speak but his brows were raised. “ nurse outfit, nurse cap and mask. I'm just your personal nurse” I said in a hurry an

ISLA Antiseptic. It was worse than before. I blinked.“ More ….outburst…kill her” I heard heated conversations outside but I couldn't make out what was being said. “ She …therapy….not schemes” I tried to sit up but my arms trembled and slumped. I tried again…. ultimately, I gave up, eyes scanning the ward.White pretentious walls. Beeping machine. No overbearing figure. Just emptiness. I inhaled deeply, my mind reeling back to the scene I had witnessed. My funeral. Cold. Unreal. No love..It was a press conference. A campaigne disguised as a funeral. I recalled the way my husband had walked in with Sia accompanying him. The way they walked too closely.Tears slid down my cheeks, my hands gripping my chest as I tried to stabilise my breathing. I had always seen them. I have seen his gaze linger on her while we talked business. The way he tensed up when her orchid scented perfume filled the air. I had asked but he only kissed my forehead, “ she is just a secretary. How could sh

ZAYNE Fuck. She shut her eyes. I reached for her neck, trying to feel a pulse but nothing was forthcoming. My hands on the steering wheel tightened as I increased the speed. I couldn't let her die. She was the only one on earth right now that could help me get what I wanted. The only one who would understand what needed to be done when broken enough. I reached for her neck again. A pulse, one so faint that it was fleeting. “ Follow my voice, listen to me” i tried to communicate. I was terrible at this. Terrible at coaxing. All I ever knew was control, dominate and win. Nothing else. I stopped at the private hospital, one I had immediately prepared the moment her husband signed off her death with a pretentious tear in his eyes. I had seen the satisfaction beneath the facade…the excitement.I was going to take it all away. Slam his head to his failure before finishing him off.I walked faster than I had ever walked my entire life. Ian sighted me and his expression darkened.“ I

ened. Finally, a reaction. “ Sit. I didn't save you to let you die” he said, his voice tight. I hissed, then steadied my body. My legs wobbled a bit, almost like I had forgotten to walk. “ Take me to the funeral. I want to see …” “ Your husband” he completed, “ to feed yourself lies you know aren't true” I snapped my eyes shut, my throat bobbing up and down. He was right. I wanted to believe I was overthinking it. I wanted to believe that my husband was being framed. “ If he signed a DNR, then why did the doctor still save me? Why didn't I die?” I asked, brows gathered. Stupid. I knew they were stupid excuses but my emotions justified it. “ He wanted you dead. I didn't” he dropped then turned away, “ rest, losing a loved one is already enough pain” he added, an edge to his voice. I paused from the meaning behind his words. He didn't?Who was he? Why would he save me?I walked towards him, not giving up. I wanted to take a look at the man I had called my husband for six year

ISLA RIVERS Where am I? I blinked, adjusting my eyes to the light burning through my eyelids. The air, it smelt like disinfectant and emptiness. “ You are awake” an unfamiliar voice said a few centimetres away. My lips moved but no words came out, only a croaky sound indicating how parched my throat was. “ Where am I?” I asked, my gaze restlessly searching for anything that looked similar to where I used to live. “ What happened?” I asked again, slowly reaching for my stomach. Empty. It felt empty, almost like the faint heartbeat I had felt a few days ago had vanished. I stared towards the man putting on white coat. A doctor. I could tell from his uniform. “You had food poisoning ma'am and worse still, you were involved in an accident, it's a miracle that you are still alive” the doctor said. My ears rang, a piercing sound that almost shattered my eardrums. Poisoning? Accident? Impossible. I tried to sit up but every inch of my body ached. Pain. Like something was tearing