Novels by Lady Ade

LESLIE'S POV I thanked Saint as he opened the door for me, gripping his hand like it was my lifeline as I alighted. Just like I expected, carrying these heels was difficult for me so I could only hold on to Saint for dear life.“Are you ready?" He asked as he moved my hand to his arm.No, I was not. I wanted to run to the other side, screaming.But instead of doing all these, I nodded and let him lead me to the intimidating double door standing at the end of the pathway. It was wooden and filled with intricate designs and symbols that I felt meant more than they look.He led me down a hallway while I gaped at the designs of the mansion. It carried the atmosphere of a century old building but still carried the elegance of a modern mansion.“Woah,” I said as we reached a section filled with pictures of several men and a woman. “What are these?" “They are the pictures of the past heads of the Baxter clan. The only woman there is my great grandmother. She was the only woman who managed

LESLIE'S POV"Why did you let her in?” He bellowed.I unconsciously took a step back, my heart in my throat. " I'm sorry. I had no idea who she was. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." He didn't say anything and just turned around and returned to his room, my heart breaking with every step he took away from me.Have I ruined everything again?I walked towards the sofa with wobbly legs, sinking into it like I couldn't hold myself up again. My fingers find their way to my mouth, a habit I found myself doing whenever I was scared.What if he decided to get a divorce? What if he stopped helping me and then went ahead with the lawsuit?I leapt up from the chair before hurrying to his closed door. I would beg him if I had to. I needed him. Just as I raised my hand to knock, the door opened and Saint appeared at the doorway. I was so shocked at his presence that I sprang back and lost my footing.Saint caught me by the waist before I could hit the ground. I clutched onto his forearm and pulled m

LESLIE'S POVMy limbs froze and I unconsciously took a step back. Right, the person that her eyes reminded me of was Saint. They had the same sparkling brown eyes.Why didn't I figure it out on time?“Saint, if you don't come out here, I will break down this door." Mrs Baxter shouted in front of me.I pressed against the wall, wanting to turn invisible. My finger dug into it as regret filled me. I already gave my mother-in-law a very bad first impression. What was I to do?She didn't stop hitting the door even after he refused to reply. Eventually, the door pulled open and a very tired looking Saint walked out.As I watched him frown down at his mother, I felt the overwhelming urge to go to him and smooth out the lines on his face. He looked better without them."So you really were in there.” His mum scoffed and folded her arms. Even if she was several heads shorter than him, she didn't look intimidated by the annoyed look on his face.“Weren't you sure I was before you rained your fi

LESLIE'S POVI toyed with my fingers as I paced in front of Saint's door like I have been doing for the past twenty minutes. After we had left the restaurant, Saint drove us home immediately, all thoughts of returning to the office forgotten.I had stayed plastered to my side of the car as he sped home, defying all traffic signs. I was scared but the murderous look on his face stopped me from complaining.He looked like he would kill anybody that spoke to him.After we got home, he shut himself up in his room and hasn't come out since. It has been four hours now.I couldn't take it anymore and moved to his door but every time I tried to knock, I chickened so I just stuck to pacing. My mind drifted to what happened to the restaurant as my steps faltered. The shock and confusion I had felt at the interaction washing over me again.I have never seen Saint so…so defeated. Who was that woman? Who was she to Saint? What happened between her and Saint? And most importantly, who was Diana?

SAINT’S POVI glanced at Leslie and shook my head. Her head stayed down as she peered down into her work iPad. It came with the job. I smiled as she scrunched up her nose. I noticed that she did that whenever she was confused about something.“You know lunch breaks exist so you can take a break from work, right?" I asked when I couldn't hold it in anymore.“There is so much for me to learn. I can't afford to slack for even a single minute." She didn't even look up at me. "Baxter Group is way more complicated than the Webster's." “Are you going to be doing that while talking about your mum as well?" I asked as I pulled into the restaurant's packing lot. “You know that is why we are here." She sighed and finally looked up at me. “About that…can we do it another day? I feel so nervous that I might die.”“Everything will be fine.” I reached out and squeezed her hand. My words and actions surprised even myself. She really had me doing things I never imagined doing.She nodded and pushed

LESLIE'S POVI stuttered as Saint's eyes remained trained on me. He was not backing down unless I answered him.What should I say? Saying no felt awkward since my husband was right in front of me and even asked me the question. Saying yes doesn't sound right either. We were in a contractual marriage and we haven't revealed our marriage to anyone either.Did he want to reveal it here?“Uhm…does my marital status have anything to do with me getting the job?” I asked hesitantly.“Not necessarily,” he shrugged and adjusted on his seat. “Mr Kevin here just seems very interested in you, seeing as he can't stop smiling whenever he looks at you.” He swung his eyes to the said man and Kevin paled and looked away.That was his reason for asking?I turned to the smiling man, he was no longer smiling though, who now had a name, Mr Kevin and gulped. Perhaps Saint was wrong and the poor man just liked smiling.“Sir, it's not like that–” Mr Kevin started.“Tell us, Miss Leslie, what is your marital