Novels by Author Beibah

For what felt like forever, no one said anything. Just Isabella’s continuous hand movement as she stroked Richard's head and Richard's bitter, unrestrained cry. Adrian stood quietly behind them, watching.The man who commanded rooms, the man who only required a single phone call to trigger a presidential pardon— was on his knees, face pressed to the legs of a woman crying. Crying like a child craving a mother's warmth. It tugged at Adrian's heart. This two people have missed three decades to be together. Nothing could ever bring that back. Adrian's eyes welled up, fist clenched hard. With Arabella, he’d missed a decade already. If he didn't do anything, they are going to end up like this too. Missing out on the best part of life. That thought alone scared him.He turned back, quickly walking out of the door.He bumped into Ivan who was just coming to the hospital. “Adrian…”Adrian had already made a turn in the hallway before Ivan could finish his name. He didn't look back,

Arabella stirred awake, the strong mix of antiseptic hitting her nose. She rubbed her face, quickly sitting up as reality hit her. “Arabella, you’re awake.” Vera, who had been resting her head on the bed equally jumped up, quickly reaching to examine her. “Do you feel discomfort anywhere? Should I get the doctor?” But Arabella gripped her hand off her, forcing her to sit. “Vera, I’m fine. What am I doing here?” She questioned. Vera sighed, “You passed out.” “Oh!” Arabella mumbled, “So, Any update? Did the news say they made a mistake?”Vera bit her lower lip until she tasted blood, her eyes were equally red with tears, but she knew Arabella had the biggest blow from this. “Arabella…” She tried to hold her but Arabella pushed her back. “No. There's no way this is real.” Arabella cried, “They can't be dead. It doesn't happen like that.” “And why would the news already announce their death within a few hours of the crash without even informing the family first?” Arabella was t

Richard looked at Adrian for a long moment.Then he looked at the television where his own face was still being displayed beside the words confirmed dead.“They are a few people. The CEO, Chief Communication Officer, General Counsel which is Mr. Benjamin and the Spokesperson.” Adrian leaned back, “ Since Mr. Benjamin is with us, I guess that narrows our search to just three entities.” “It's done.” Ivan announced, dropping the laptop on the table. He looked distraught, the news on the TV still gnawing at him.Adrian reached for his phone, scrolling through it as he mumbled out, “Thank you.” Ivan stood up, walking towards Ashley who was sitting at a corner of the living. “Ms. Ashley, is there like a convenient store nearby?”Ashley quickly stood up, “Is there something you need? I can get it…”“No. I just want to take a walk. It feels stuffy here.” “Let me walk you.” Ashley said, leading the way out. Ivan followed. Adrian and Richard exchanged a glance once the door shut behind

“I can't believe I almost died.” Ivan gasped, staring at the wreckage of the jet they had been seating in just four hours ago in his phone. He sat on the long sofa, hands clenched, his legs bouncing on the floor anxiously. Despite being born into wealth and being wealthy himself, he had never been in a situation where his life was threatened, so that shook him. Richard paced about the room fist clenched by his side. He was fuming, not because of the attempted tragedy, but because he wondered who would dare mess with him like this. Adrian sat across from them, still visibly shaken as he typed something on the computer. The door to the small apartment living room burst open and Gavin walked in just ahead of Ashley, holding a bag, containing a few necessities. Ashley was the only person he could trust here so he had called her as soon as they arrived. “Ivan, stop sulking over there and do what you need to do to prevent these phones from being reachable.” Adrian said, pointing at

Renata ran to the living, drawn out by the voice. “Ma'am, are you alright?” But Arabella didn't answer. She couldn't. Her whole body was still trembling in disbelief, her eyes still fixed on the TV. Renata saw it and covered her mouth, letting out a gasp. Vera was still talking on the phone, panicking over Arabella's yell. Renata grabbed the phone. The screen was cracked, but it still worked fine. “Ms. Vera, I think something happened on the news that affected her.” She explained. “Send me the address, I'm on my way.” Vera said hurriedly. Renata quickly shared the location to Vera before dropping the phone. She picked up the TV remote, and switched it off, but Arabella grabbed it from her hand and switched it on again. This time she turned up the volume. She bit down on her lip, hoping maybe she had overacted. Just because the three of them went out together doesn't mean they took his private jet. The news said seven, not three. Maybe it was another person ent

Arabella sat across from Claudia in a quiet coffee shop nestled in one of the city's most affluent neighborhoods. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, warming the marble tabletops and casting a golden glow across the room.“So, you are Arabella.” Claudia said, stirring her coffee with unhurried grace. At fifty-two, she was still striking. Her chestnut hair, threaded with silver at the temples, swept into a neat low bun. She wore a cream blazer and tailored trousers. “How did you like your welcome back gift?” She asked, adjusting the silk scarf tied loosely around her neck. “It's a fifty million dollar penthouse.” “What?” Arabella mumbled, eyes wide in disbelief. She knew that house was expensive. But $50M was too much. It was unnecessary.Still she closed her mouth and held Claudia’s gaze. She didn't want to look classless in front of her. “Well, I guess I better do a good job at Vertex Energy to please my benefactor.” She said,Claudia chuckled, soft, elegant, and still ma