Novels by adelanimoyosore9

Madison’s POVThe faint click of the bedroom door echoed down the hallway. Dominic had been upstairs with Monica and that thought of both of them alone in the room makes me so uncomfortable,I had held my breath, unsure of what to do.Then, soft footsteps descended the staircase. My heart skipped when I finally saw them.Dominic’s hand was intertwined with Monica’s. They moved with an easy grace, perfectly synchronized, looking like a couple straight out of a magazine. Monica’s dress swayed as she laughed at something Dominic said, her head leaning close to his shoulder.I found myself frozen on the couch, watching them like a statue. A strange mixture of emotions churned inside me. Part of me hated Monica, hated how effortlessly she occupied Dominic’s space. But another part… another part couldn’t help the impossible thoughts that crept into my mind.They look… perfect together.I shook my head, trying to clear the intrusive thought. But my mind betrayed me. I imagined them years from

MADISON'S POV The doorbell rang, sharp and deliberate. I froze mid-step, clutching the napkin I had been holding . My heart thudded in my chest. Dominic’s eyes flicked to the door. “That’ll be her,” he said casually. I swallowed hard. “who?” “Monica,” he replied, voice calm but deliberate. “Stay where you are. Watch.” I blinked. “Watch… what?” He smirked faintly, a little teasing that made my stomach tighten. “Learn. How the world works, Madison.” The door opened, and Monica stepped in. She was stunning,tall, elegant, confident, and every movement measured. Her hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, and her dress hugged her figure just right. She didn’t just enter the room,she claimed it. “Dominic,” she said softly, stepping toward him. Her hand brushed lightly against his arm, just enough to make him glance at her. “It's so nice to see you again hun.” Dominic didn’t pull away. He let her hand linger for a moment, a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. My stomac

MADISON'S POV I woke up late. I knew it before I even opened my eyes,the light was already too bright, the house too quiet. Dominic’s house didn’t feel like the kind of place where mornings drifted lazily. Everything here felt intentional. My heart started racing as I reached for the clock. Seven forty-two. “Oh no…” I sat up too fast, the sheets sliding down my legs. Panic bloomed in my chest. He hadn’t said what time breakfast was, but something told me late wasn’t acceptable here. I threw the covers aside and swung my feet onto the floor, barely registering what I was wearing. I had gone to bed exhausted, choosing comfort without thinking,I wore a short, soft pyjamas, thin fabric, nothing I’d ever worried about before. A knock came at the door. My breath caught. Another knock followed, closer this time. “Madison.” His voice. Low,Calm,morning deep. My stomach flipped. I crossed the room and opened the door without thinking. Dominic stood there dressed in a black sla

MADISON'S POV Dominic Blackwood returned exactly one week later. Not a day earlier. Not a day later.I noticed the pattern immediately ,the same sharp knock, the same quiet certainty behind it. I had half expected it, yet my pulse still quickened as i crossed the living room to the door. When I opened it, he stood there as composed as ever, dressed in dark slacks and a coat that probably cost more than everything in my apartment combined. “You came,” i said. “You expected me,” he replied calmly. I stepped aside, letting him in. This time, I was fully dressed ,jeans, a simple blouse, hair neatly tied back. No vulnerability. No excuses. Dominic’s gaze flicked briefly over me before returning to my face. “Have you thought about my offer?” he asked. Before I could answer, footsteps sounded from the hallway. Carson entered the room, stopping short the moment he saw who was standing there. His posture shifted instantly shoulders squared, expression guarded. The bodyguard in him

Dominic Blackwood did not follow people without reason. He stood near the tall windows of the ballroom, watching the reflection of the departing guests in the glass rather than the guests themselves. Conversations buzzed around him, investors, socialites, admirers but his attention had already narrowed elsewhere. She was gone. He hadn’t intended to confront her. Not at first. But the way her gaze had lingered ,controlled, deliberate had been impossible to ignore. It wasn’t admiration. It wasn’t infatuation. It was an assessment. That bothered him. When he finally spotted her leaving, slipping through the crowd without drawing notice, something in his chest tightened,not irritation, not suspicion, but something far less comfortable. Curiosity that refused to be dismissed. He waited exactly thirty seconds before moving. Not rushing. Not chasing. Just… following. From a distance. Outside, the night swallowed the sound of the party quickly. Dominic stepped into his

The moment I felt him approach, I knew I had failed. Not because anyone had pointed me out. Not because a scene had been made. But because the air around me changed—subtly, decisively. "The view is much better from inside"his deep, gravelly tones sliced the air between us. Dominic Blackwood!!!!. I didn’t turn around immediately. My brother’s voice echoed in my head, sharp and clear. Keep low. Don’t attract attention. Observe only. I had done everything right. I had blended in. I had stayed at the edges. I had spoken to no one of importance. And yet somehow I had still been noticed. “You’ve been watching me." His voice came from behind me, low and even, carrying no anger—only certainty. I turned slowly, schooling my expression into polite confusion. “I beg your pardon?” He stood closer than I expected. Not invading my space, but near enough that I could see the faint crease between his brows, the way his eyes sharpened when he focused. He was taller up close