Novels by Riah Legend

Sophia’s POVI stared at Nikolai’s message for the fifth time that morning.‘Still okay for me to go with?’ I had agreed three days ago, and though I had overthought it for days, I knew I wanted him there. Yet he still didn't seem convinced. The old Nikolai wouldn't have cared what I wanted; he probably would have shown up without asking and ordered me into his car, and probably threatened the doctor just to top it all off. But this Nikolai? He was different, and that scared me, not in a bad way.It felt like I was getting to know him all over again, without all the baggage. ‘Yes, Niko. Just don't be late.’ I sent it, and he responded immediately.‘I'll be there on time.’I rolled my eyes at his overachieving response; of course he would be.***Things had been relatively quiet since the creepy baby rattle. Sure, Nikolai’s men stuck out like a sore thumb around the building, but I felt better knowing they were there, and knowing Nikolai was watching me.I walked into the clinic, an

Nikolai’s POVI looked up at Jack as we drove over to Sophia’s; he knew what was coming next.“Does she know?” He asked as he looked up at me, studying my every move since we both found out I was about to become a father.I stared out the window of the passenger seat, right beside Jack. “Does she know what?”“That you're taking her back to the mansion?”I shrugged. “She will.” I hadn't thought it all the way through. “I want you to put more guards on her. Four more outside her apartment building. Two inside, and the second we get her back home. Nobody leaves without my approval.”I could feel Jack’s eyes on me for a second before he turned his gaze back to the road.“Say it,” I ordered.“Nothing.” He shrugged.I looked at the road ahead, knowing Sophia wasn't going to like any of this. But I wasn't going to leave her in that apartment when Moretti was planning God knows what.“Nik, you might want to think about this a little more.”“I have thought about it.” I retorted. And it wasn't

Nikolai’s POVI curse, “Get out of there, Jack.” I said as I placed my hand on my gun and focused on the surroundings of one of Moretti’s warehouses.“I still have a couple of grounds to cover.” Jack’s voice echoed through my earpiece.“I told you to take more men with you. For fucks sake!”“Careful, Nikolai. You are starting to sound worried about me.” Jack joked.This wasn't the time to joke. Moretti and his men were going to be here in less than five minutes, according to our sources, and we weren't done booby-trapping the joint.“Get in and get out.” I said firmly, “That was your order.”“Slow your horses. Rolling out now.”The warehouse doors open and Jack runs out.“Go! Go! GO.” I bark.Ivan starts the car as soon as I get in, speeding towards Jack and the other men.“Whohoo!” Jack screams the moment we begin to make our great escape, “That was close.”I grunt to myself, “You almost got my men killed.”“Relax. We made it out before Moretti and his merry clowns got there.” He smi

Sophia’s POV“That’s it. I’m quitting work to be a trophy wife.” A frustrated Amaya slumps on the bed while I get ready for work in my apartment.She had stayed the night because, ‘she didn’t want me to be lonely’ but there was more to it that she wasn’t saying quite yet. I’m guessing her date last night didn’t go well, plus, like me, she had her day job to get to.“Trust me, being a trophy wife isn’t all that great.” I responded based on my fair share of experience as Nikolai’s pretend trophy wife, who still got cheated on.I felt a pang in my chest at the thought of that. Sure, the marriage was a sham, but the feelings between us weren't. At least that was what I thought, but boy did he prove me wrong.Amaya grumbled as she rolled in the bed, “I’m just so sick of bad dates.” She abruptly got on her feet, taking up space in front of the mirror, practically pushing me to the side, “on top of that, I still have to go to work and deal with obnoxious men who think they know better than I

Nikolai’s POVSophia was acting weirder than usual. Or at least she wasn't saying everything.Something about the way she placed her hand over her stomach sent signal waves through my brain. What exactly was she trying to protect? I watched as she drove away, leaving me in the dust at the parking lot of her new job. I racked my brain the whole car ride home, replaying her hand placements over and over again. Then there was the fainting, and then the way she protected herself when we thought someone had fired a gun at us.Fuck. Was she pregnant? I leaned back against the seat, dragging my hand down my face. There was no way she would have told me if she was.Was it even possible? I mean, yes, we had slept together more times than I could count, but we had also been careful for the most part. My mind drifted to the night I demanded an heir from Sophia. Back then, I had thought an heir would be a way to preserve my father’s legacy, but now, all I wanted was Sophia.The thought of her c

Sophia’s POV“Sophia, what's wrong?” Nikolai asked with a burning urgency. He stood right in front of me, looking like he was two seconds away from calling an ambulance, and I went from shock to full-on smiling, and I couldn't stop.“Nothing,” I shrugged.“You're crying.” He pointed out.I didn't even realize that I was. “Am I?” My hands went up to my tear-stained cheeks.“Jesus Christ, Sophia.” He stopped closer, his eyes searching mine for some sort of clue. “Are you in pain? Did something happen?”“No, Niko, I'm fine.”Another tiny flutter moved through my stomach, and I smiled again. I had to be less obvious, so I didn't react this time; either that or I had to explain why I kept touching my belly.I fought even more tears from spilling; they were tears of joy because this was a beautiful moment, one I never would have seen coming, and it so happened that Nikolai was right here when it happened, even if he had no clue it was even happening.“Sophia.” He said softly, “Talk to me.”