Novels by Bobby OhGee

***Elena’s POV***Sleep had been a cruel joke.I woke several times through the night, each time to the same unfamiliar ceiling and the same silent reminder that I was no longer in the life I had once known.No Marcus. No Vivienne. No parents waiting to tear me apart with polished smiles and poisoned words.…Only this estate.Only Dominic Blackwood’s shadow stretching across every corner of my mind.Don't get me wrong, not that I preferred my old life to this one. Well, that seems too early to determine. Who knows what Damien has in store for me…. LolBy morning, I had made peace with one thing: if I was going to survive here, I needed more than rage. I needed patience. Precision… A face the world could not read.I dressed in the simplest thing I could find—a fitted black blouse and tailored trousers Juliet had apparently left outside my wardrobe in the night. Either she had an unnerving talent for predicting my size, or this mansion collected information the way other homes collect

***Elena’s POV***Entertaining??I scoffed internally. What the hell does he mean by that?? The word echoed in my mind long after Dominic left the study. I didn’t know if he meant work… or humiliation. Given the sharp gleam in his eyes, I suspected both. The maid escorted me back to the room where I’d first woken up. My mind was a storm of thoughts — confusion, hatred, curiosity, fear. Mostly fear though. But beneath it all lay a small, stubborn ember of defiance that refused to die no matter how battered I was. I had survived hell once already… I would not break again. I sank into the sofa near the massive window. The morning light cut through the glass, spilling gold over polished marble floors. Somewhere below, I could hear the faint buzz of activity — guards, men talking, engines running. This is Dominic’s world… Ruthless. Efficient. Dangerous. Sadly… mine now, too. Juliet appeared not long after. Her kind eyes studied me carefully, like she already knew something had

***ELENA'S POV***My memory went blank at first when the strange guy who I just learnt his name is Dominic asked me for my name. But…the moment he stepped forward, fixed his stormy gray eyes on me and asked me 'who the hell are you?'The memories I wish I could erase flooded in, suffocating me. So I just snapped, “Why did you care?” “What?” He blinked, clearly not expecting that. Like what I had just said was an abomination. Well, maybe it was. He looked at me—really looked at me. As if trying to see past my skin, past the blood and bruises, into whatever monster he imagined I might be.I knew he wasn't ordinary. I could tell he was someone that could literally destroy me completely with the snap of his fingers. The tension in the room practically revealed it. But, who cares about that? He was tall. Broad shoulders with an insanely perfect jawline and grey eyes that could cut through steel. But I was already broken, so there was nothing left to intimidate anymore. I would rather e

***Dominic's POV***“You sure not one survived?” I asked, my voice cutting through the silent night air like a blade.Rooks, my personal assistant and right-hand man replied. “Yes, Boss. We made sure to clear them all. Not a single gangster is left breathing.”As much I wanted to believe him, I couldn't. I needed to confirm myself. I've always been like that. Seeing was believing so I started walking towards the place that used to be their hideout.I’ve learned, much in a harsh way—never take anyone’s word as truth. In my world, I don't get to sleep with my both eyes closed.Not after I had witnessed betrayal firsthand when I was just six. The memory never faded, and I don't think it ever will. My father, Chief Alfred, once hailed as the fiercest and most successful CEO in the Blackhood lineage, knelt with a golden dagger –his own dagger buried in his heart. His best friend and right-hand man stood over him, blood dripping from the blade with a triumphant smirk tugging on his lips.I

***Elena's POV*** “What does it say?“ I asked, my voice shaking, barely audible but filled with hope. My body was trembling slightly even with the smile on his face and then in a split second, the smile was replaced by an expression, so dark, so callous that it sent cold shivers down my spine. The result….. was it, was it…negative? No, that's impossible! “You must fucking think I'm foolish, right?“ His voice was dangerously calm, worse than when he barked orders at me. “Noo….“ I shook my head, tears forming at the corners of my eyes. Marcus took a step towards me. I took one backwards. Then he took another step forward, and I took another back, until my back was against the wall and he was just few steps away from me. Then his hands stretched out, wrapping around my neck, gripping me tightly, pinning me and lifting me up against the cold wall. My body became paralyzed, my eyes grew dark, life flashing before my eyes. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Summoning all the st

***Elena’s POV*** “Congratulations, Mrs. Hart. You’re three weeks gone.” For a moment, I thought I misheard. Me?? Pregnant??!! “I’m… I'm what?” My voice came out thin, fragile, like it might shatter if I pushed it too hard. The doctor smiled gently as he slid the report across the desk. “Pregnant. Everything looks normal so far. You just need to rest properly from time to time and do not stress yourself.” My hands trembled as I grabbed the paper. My eyes skimmed the lines once. Then twice. Then again. Positive. Yes, positive. The word stared back at me, bold and undeniable. I sucked in a sharp breath, my chest tightening as disbelief gave way to something hot and overwhelming. Joy. Relief. Hope. Real, dangerous hope. “Thank you,” I whispered, already standing, feeling adrenaline rush through me. I didn’t wait for anything else. I rushed out of the clinic with the report clutched tightly in my hand, my heart racing as if it wanted to outrun my body. I called fo