Novels by Mpho

The silence of the villa was broken only by the rhythmic, heavy thud of Isabella’s heart against her ribs. Mama G stood in the doorway, a dark silhouette against the perfection of the afternoon. Her smile was a jagged thing, cold and devoid of the false maternal warmth she used to offer her "girls."​"What do you want here?" Isabella asked, her voice trembling despite her attempts to sound brave. She stood her ground, her hand resting protectively over the heavy swell of her stomach.​Mama G chuckled, a low, gravelly sound. "I want you, Isabella. You belong to me. Did you forget our contract? Or did the silk sheets make you lose your memory?"​"I don't belong to you," Isabella snapped, her eyes flashing with a sudden, desperate fire. "I am a wife. I am a mother. And I know enough about your operation—the girls you sell, the laws you break—to end your ‘illegal nonsense’ in a single phone call."​Mama G’s eyes narrowed into slits. "Oh, you’re brave now? I like it. But Isabella, I’m not

The months that followed the New Year were a golden blur of serenity and transformation. The world outside continued its frantic pace, but within the walls of the Sterling’s new sanctuary, time seemed to slow down, measured only by the steady growth of the two lives Isabella carried.Alexander and Isabella had moved from the Silverwood Estate to a sprawling, sun-drenched villa designed specifically for the future they were building. It was a masterpiece of glass, warm wood, and soft textures—a home where the sharp corners of the corporate world were replaced by rounded furniture and plush rugs. At the center of the house was a nursery that looked like something out of a dream, filled with hand-carved cribs and murals of soft, drifting clouds.Shante remained at Silverwood, acting as the lively heartbeat of the house for Isabella’s mother and the private nursing staff. The arrangement was perfect; it allowed Isabella the peace she needed for her final trimester while ensuring her mothe

The ride back from the spa was a sharp contrast to the luxury of the treatments they had just received. Outside, the world was preparing for the final sunset of the year, but inside the car, the air was heavy with unspoken dread. Alexander sat behind the wheel, his eyes flicking occasionally to the rearview mirror, while Shante tried to maintain her usual bubbly chatter from the backseat.Isabella, however, was miles away. Her gaze was fixed on the blurred greenery of the estate outskirts, but all she could see was the face of the girl from the parking lot. The words replayed in her mind like a broken record, a haunting melody that she couldn't silence: "Mama G is looking for you like crazy... you need to come back to the game."The threat felt like a physical weight on her chest. Mama G wasn’t just a boss; she was a woman who viewed her "girls" as assets, and Isabella was her most valuable one. She won't rest till she finds you, Isabella thought, her hands instinctively clutching her

​The air in the Sterling mansion was thick with the scent of pine and impending ruin. In the dim, amber glow of the lounge, the trap Liam had set was snapping shut with lethal precision. The drug—a fast-acting, disinhibiting sedative—had fully taken hold of Jessica. Her usual mask of icy perfection had melted away, replaced by a reckless, glazed-eyed hunger.​Liam sat back on the couch, unbuttoning his shirt with a calculated slowness. Jessica didn't wait. She crawled onto his lap, her movements fluid and desperate, and began kissing him with a passion that was as much about spite for Alexander as it was about the chemicals in her blood.​High on the landing, Seraphina stood frozen in the shadows. She had come down for a glass of water, but the scene below made her breath hitch. She watched as her brother Liam leaned into the kiss, his eyes cold and focused even as Jessica’s hands wandered. Seraphina didn't intervene. She understood the silent wars of the Sterling household better tha

​The morning sun spilled across Isabella’s tiny bedroom, a warm, honeyed glow that felt like a blessing after the violence of the storm. For the first time, the bed didn't feel like a place of weary rest, but a sanctuary. Isabella lay with her head on Alexander’s chest, the steady, rhythmic thrum of his heart beneath her ear. They spoke in hushed tones, punctuating their conversation with soft giggles and gentle touches, basking in the glow of their newfound truth.​The peace was shattered by a sudden, jarring noise. It wasn't a knock; it was a rhythmic assault on the wooden door, harsh and demanding. Isabella and Alexander stiffened, their eyes meeting in a flash of alarm.​"If it’s my parents, tell them I’m not here," Alexander whispered urgently, his jaw tightening. He didn't want them bringing their poison into this house.​Isabella smoothed her nightgown and walked to the door, her heart hammering against her ribs. She pulled it open, and the cold air of the hallway rushed in, ac

​The year was exhaling its final breaths, making way for a January that promised to change everything. The Sterling mansion, a sprawling estate that usually felt like a cold museum of success, was suddenly transformed. It was full, warm, and vibrating with the rare music of family laughter. Alexander stood on the grand mezzanine, watching the chaos below.​In the kitchen, his two younger sisters were a whirlwind of silk and flour. Seraphina, the eldest of the twins, possessed a delicate, ethereal beauty with silver-blonde hair that she wore in a crown of braids. Beside her, Evangeline was her dark-haired counterpart, with soulful brown eyes and a fiery spirit. They were arguing playfully over the seasoning of the roast, their voices rising like birdsong. The house smelled of pine needles, expensive cinnamon, and the deep, savory aroma of a feast in the making. For the first time in years, Alexander felt a profound sense of peace. He was home, and he held a secret that made his heart b