Novels by Bobby OhGee

***Elena’s POV***By the time I walked into the President's office, my shoulders felt like they had been carrying the entire weight of North Hill on them.The meeting replayed in my head like a flash. I had kept my face composed until the very last stakeholder had left the conference room.I should have felt triumphant.I did... a little.But under it all was something quieter.Something that had been building ever since I had walked into the conference room and realized Dominic would not be there to sit beside me.A strange ache.Not fear.Not exactly.More like the feeling of missing a wall you had not realized you’d leaned on until it was gone.I hated that feeling.It was inconvenient.The older stakeholders had finally stopped underestimating me by the end.That alone should have been enough to make me smug.Instead, all I could think about was what Dominic would have said if he had seen it.He would have probably insulted my posture.Or told me I’d talked too much.Or looked at

***Elena's POV***I chose a tailored cream blouse with sharp cuffs, fitted charcoal trousers, and a jacket that made my shoulders look stronger than my nerves felt. I pulled my hair back cleanly, not too severe, not too soft. Then I added small earrings and low heels that made me walk with purpose even when I wanted to crawl back into Dominic’s room and sit beside him until he woke up on his own.When I looked at myself in the mirror again, I did not look like a guest.I looked like someone who belonged at the table.Good.That would have to do.Dominic's personal chauffeur drove me to the headquarters. I was accompanied by bodyguards and the same respect accorded to Dominic was accorded to me. It felt surreal. With Ethan, I was treated like shit, never even acknowledged as his wife but with Dominic, even though our flash marriage was just based on a contract, I had supremacy.I stepped out of the black Rolls Royce, the door held open by one of Dominic's bodyguards. Rook comes out fr

***Elena's POV**“There are things piling up” I heard Rook say, all of a sudden. Emotionless. I was immediately annoyed. “That’s not my problem.” I blurted out not caring. That's their headache, not mine. Isn't he Dominic's right hand man?? My concern rignt now is for this annoying man to open his eyes. I just want him to get the fuck up and bicker with m like we used to.Oops! Did I just use the f-word?! Rook's mouth twitched faintly. “It is now.”I stared at him. “You’re joking.”“No.”I looked over at Dominic. Still asleep. Still infuriatingly silent. Then back at Rook. “I don’t know how his world works.”“You know more than you think.”“That… is not comforting.”“It was not meant to be.”He opened one of the files in his hand, then shut it again as though deciding he hated the contents. “There are signatures needed. Transfers. Approvals. Two legal matters. One external review. And at least one ministry document that can’t sit another day.”I folded my arms tighter. I looked int

***Elena’s POV***The surgery was successful.The words should have made me breathe again.They did not.Not properly.Not all at once.They hovered in the room like a blessing that had arrived too late to feel simple. The machine beside Dominic’s bed kept beeping steadily now instead of in those sharp, frightening bursts that made my stomach lurch every time I heard them. The doctors had stepped back. Juliet had stopped looking like she was one breath away from physically climbing into the operating table herself. Rook had gone very still in the corner, his arms folded tightly, his jaw set so hard I thought it might crack.And Dominic—Dominic was still not awake.That was the part that lodged in my chest and refused to leave.He lay there so still it was almost offensive. Too pale. Too quiet. His shirt had been replaced with a clean hospital gown from North Hill’s private medical wing, and the bandaging around his side was thick enough to make my throat tighten every time I looked a

***Elena's POV***I caught Dominic before he hit the floor. I hadn't given anyone else to catch him before I instinctively did. The force of him nearly dragged me down with him. He was heavier than I expected, his weight sudden and deadening in my arms, the heat of his blood soaking into my sleeve instantly. My pulse went wild.For one terrifying second, I could not tell whether he was conscious.His head dropped against my shoulder.My breath shattered.“Do– Dominic—Dominic, stay with me…. Stay with me… please ”There was no answer.The panic that tore through me was so sharp it almost made me dizzy. The house seemed to explode into motion around us. Rook was there at once, hands already moving to help, his face harder than stone.“Get him inside,” I snapped before I realized I was shouting. “Now.”Rook was already moving, one arm under Dominic’s shoulders, another bracing his back. “Juliet,” he barked.She had been right behind me and was already running toward the hall phone. “I’

***Dominic's POV***By the time we were back in the vehicle, the pain had settled into a steady burn under my ribs.I leaned back against the seat and looked out the window, jaw tight.Rook sat opposite me and very clearly decided not to speak for a full minute, which from him meant the situation was serious.At last he said, “That could have gone worse.”I stared at him.He added, “I am aware that is not comforting.”“No,” I said. “It isn’t.”He eyed my side. “How bad?”“Bad enough.”“That is also not comforting.”“I never promised comfort.”The car pulled away from the warehouse and into the black stretch of road leading back to North Hill.Home.Or whatever version of that word this place represented.The silence in the vehicle stayed heavy for the rest of the drive. My shirt had soaked through on one side, and every bump in the road made the wound complain. I ignored it. That was usually how I handled injuries unless they were inconvenient enough to force attention.This one was i