Novels by Zhelita

Kanya's POV The room erupted into polite applause. The sound felt like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums. I stood perfectly still, my hands clasped tightly in front of me. Zane didn't break eye contact as he pulled away from Sydney’s lips. He looked satisfied. "To celebrate," Zane said, his voice booming over the lobby, "lunch is on me today. There is a full spread being set up in the breakroom. Please, help yourselves." The crowd began to move. I stayed rooted to the spot. The whispers started almost immediately. I didn't need to hear my name to know they were talking about me. "Can you believe it?" one woman from marketing whispered to her friend. "Engaged already. And a baby on the way." "She is so lucky," the other replied. "I guess when you know, you know. It’s funny, though. He was with the other one for three years and never even gave her a ring. I guess he just didn't want to marry her." The words felt like physical blows. Taylor appeared at my side, her fac

Kanya's POV I arrived at Knight Enterprises at 8:30 AM. The security guard at the front desk looked at me with surprise. "Miss Klopper? I thought you weren't coming back. I heard you were leaving the company." I felt a sting of embarrassment, but I kept my back straight and my voice steady. "There was a misunderstanding," I replied. "I still have a meeting to prepare for." I swiped my badge before he could ask another question. The light turned green with a soft beep. He hadn't deactivated my access yet. That was his first mistake. I walked to my desk. Taylor was already there, holding a cardboard box. She froze when she saw me. "Kanya? What are you doing here?" she whispered. "Zane said you were no longer with the company." "He can say whatever he wants," I said. I sat down and turned on my computer. "I haven't signed any termination papers. I haven't been given a formal notice from HR. Until then, I am his secretary." "Kanya, he’s going to be furious," Taylor said. She looke

Kanya's POV At 6 PM, I took a taxi to the house. It looked the same. The rose bushes we planted last spring were starting to bloom. A warm glow spilled from the windows. It looked like a home. I used my key to open the front door. The house smelled familiar. His sandalwood candle, my perfume, all blended into something that used to be ours. I went upstairs to the master bedroom and took a suitcase from the closet. I started grabbing my clothes, tossing them inside without folding them. I moved to the bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush and my skincare bottles. My eyes landed on his razor sitting next to my perfume. For a moment, I froze, a flicker of anger and disbelief twisting in my chest. I swept the perfume into my bag so hard it clinked against the glass, trying to shove the memory of him away with it. Then I heard the front door open. I froze. I thought he was staying late at the office, but the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs told me otherwise. A moment later, Zane a

Kanya's POV The fluorescent lights of the office felt like needles in my eyes. My head throbbed with every step I took toward my desk. Taylor was right. I had reached a new low. I sat down and tried to focus on my computer screen, but the letters blurred. My stomach was still uneasy. The intercom buzzed. "Miss Klopper. In my office. Now." Zane’s voice was tight. I stood up too fast, and the room tilted. I waited for it to steady before walking to his door. Inside, he was already buried in a contract. His head remained down, his posture as composed and unshakable as it had been the day before. Without looking up, he asked, "Did you finish the scheduling for the Paris trip?" "I am working on it now, Mr. Knight," I said. My voice was raspy. He finally looked at me. His eyes moved over my face, lingering on the dark circles under my eyes. "You look terrible," he said. "If you cannot perform your duties because of your personal life, let me know." I flinched. "I had a long night.

Kanya's POV The neon sign of the bar flickered, casting a blurred red glow over the sticky table. I pushed my empty glass toward the bartender and held up two fingers. "Kanya, stop. That is enough," Taylor said. She grabbed my wrist, her eyes full of pity. "You have had four of those. You are going to be sick." "I am already sick," I muttered. My tongue felt heavy. "I am sick of the way he looked at her. He didn't even stop, Taylor. He just kept kissing her like I wasn't even in the room." I closed my eyes, and the image burned into my lids. The blonde hair. His hands on her waist. The way he used to hold me. I reached for the fresh glass the bartender set down and downed half of it in one gulp. The burn in my throat was the only thing that felt real. "He is a dog," Taylor said, pulling the glass away from me. "He is not worth the hangover. Let’s go. I’m calling a car." "I need the bathroom," I said, sliding off the stool. My legs felt like they belonged to someone else. I stumb

Kanya’s POV We broke up yesterday. And somehow, the world didn’t end. The sun still rose this morning, slipping through the curtains like it always did. The city was still loud. People still laughed. Cars still moved like nothing had changed. But everything had. I stared at my reflection for too long, brushing my hair with slow, mechanical movements. My eyes were puffy from crying last night, and the skin around them was red and sore from hours of tears. My phone buzzed on the table, and for a split second, my heart reacted before my mind could intervene. I dropped the brush and snatched the device, desperate to see his name on the screen. It was just a work notification. The meeting had been moved to 9 AM, serving as a cold reminder that I still had to face Zane Knight today. Of course. He was the boss. I was the secretary. I wondered if he slept just fine or if I ever crossed his mind at all. I shook my head and grabbed my bag. None of those questions mattered. He had been