Novels by Princess Isaac

Emily POVWas the universe playing some games with my life? If so, it better stop because this aren’t funny no more.I can't lose this job. I can't afford to go for another unsuccessful job hunting. This is the only way I can be able to raise money for my dad's surgery.Of all the people in this world, why?Why?The study was big, with walls lined with bookshelves and the rich scent of cinnamon and wood filling the air. Not too far stood a tall figure gazing out the big French window. “Sir,” Ryan announced politely, “Miss Emily Carter is here for the nanny position.”I bit my lower lips praying he doesn't remember me from last night or else everything will be over before it even started. He moved closer and I immediately bent my head gripping my already clamped hands, hoping he wouldn't recognize me.Maybe men like him wouldn't remember people like me, right? I mean men like him seem to have a lot going on in their lives to keep a clumsy waitress in their head.From the corner of my

Emily POVThe next day, I was already on my way to the mansion. I wasn't going to allow anyone or anything to stop me from getting this job. The drive seemed too long. All the way my mind was filled with nervousness and disapproving thoughts like; what if they didn't choose me, what if this job interview was like the others, what if, what if, what if… that was all that was in my head throughout.“Ma’am” the driver called to notify me that we had already arrived. I sighed, shoving my phone into my pocket and headed for the club. I regained my composure, rang my hand through my hair before stepping out of the car.Soon enough I was standing in front of a huge gate. My heart raced and my palm was all sweaty. In front of the gate was a monitor. I stood in front of it then rang it, before I knew it someone's voice was sounding at the other side.“What’s your name?” the security man asked.“Emily Carter,” I answered .“Do you have an appointment?”“Yes, I am here for the job of a nanny”“Ok

Emily POVI made a stop at the hospital on my way to the club as promised, but it was already past visiting hours when I arrived.I greeted the nurse at the counter, but she wouldn't let me in so I dashed past her in a hurry apologizing as I did.Just as I reached his ward, the doctor in charge of my dad was just coming out of his ward. " Emily?" Dr Williams, one of my dad's close friends, raised a disapproving eyebrow. " Visiting hours are over"" I know I just wanted to clean him up and..."" One of the nurses had already done that... come I need to talk to you" he said walking towards the counter. We all know that whenever he pulls me aside like this, it's all about money." Listen, Doc, I'll get the money for his surgery soon. I promise you just need to give me time," I pleaded before he had the chance to speak. " I know it's hard but if we don't perform the surgery soon, I am afraid there will be some complications.”“I know and I promise before the end of this month I'll bring i

Emily’s POVA knock on the door woke me up from my sleep. I had just gotten back home from my job hunting which was unsuccessful and had slept off immediately, not changing out of my sweaty clothes. That's to show how tired I was.I sat up groggily on the bed, scratching my already messy hair, my eyes still closed. The knock came again but this time it was louder, making my eyes fly open as a dusty old voice echoed from the other side.Shit! They're here.I immediately and quietly got up from the bed, closed the window quietly, switched off the light and acted like I wasn't around. But after a couple minutes the banging got louder and louder.“Emily Carter, I know you're in there you silly girl…open this door” my landlady yelled.I bit my lips, holding my breath because I felt it was too loud, silently praying and hoping she would get the message and leave. “I know you're in there. If you like keep hiding from me, tomorrow will be your last day in my house.” She threatened.The knock

PrologueWriter’s POV“Aaron, I need a divorce”Ophelia sudden voice cut through the quiet living room like broken fragments of glass. The exhausted Aaron who had just gotten back from work after having a long day, froze just inside the doorway. His jacket still slung over his arm. All he had imagined when he returns from the office was to eat, rest and be in his lovely wife and son’s company, not this.This was far from what he expected to hear.“What?” he asked, his voice rough with exhaustion.Ophilia stood a few feet away from the door, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Her posture, eyes and everything about her at this moment was dry and eerily calm, like they’ve lost their meaning.“I said I want a divorce,” she repeated, this time with more seriousness.This wasn’t the first time she had brought this up. She had been like this for more than a week. Always angry, irritated easily or distant but he always made sure to be there for her the best he could. He had always thou