Novels by Oddessa

The man did not leave my side even after I told him that his cousin was already inside. He kept staring at me, and it only made me look away even more. I wasn’t like this with Fabien. I could act normal around him. I could even joke.“Are you his current girlfriend?”I shook my head.“His visitor?”I shook my head again.“Or are you the woman who saved my cousin?”“Maybe,” I replied with a small shrug.“So, you witnessed how he fainted when he saw his own blood,” he said, shaking his head slightly.“He’s fine now. Maybe it’s just a phobia he hasn’t overcome yet.”He smiled. “I like you,” he said, winking at me. “You’re witty. What’s your name? And don’t answer me with ‘ma’am’ or ‘sir.’ I’m only twenty-eight.”“Cataleya.”“I’m Fredrin. Kane Fredrin.”I simply nodded, but he still reached out his hand for a handshake.“Fredrin.”I immediately turned toward the direction of that voice. Fabien was standing a few steps away, his hands in his pockets as he looked at us.He was older than Fr

FABIEN was waiting for Tim to answer the phone, and I could almost imagine how impatient he must have been. It kept ringing, and it was already his second attempt. He had a short temper when it came to waiting, but Tim was an exception. His right-hand man was always busy, doing almost everything for him. I was sure that if he ordered Tim to do something ridiculous, he would still obey without question. “Boss,” Tim answered on the other line, slightly out of breath as if he had rushed to grab the ringing phone. “Sorry. I was talking to the cops about the incident. Is there anything you want me to do?” “Find something about Cataleya’s brother. Patrolman Mark Vincent Cruzada.” “Yes, boss, but why are you interested all of a sudden?” “She told me stories I wasn’t sure were true.” “Okay.” “And I want to make sure he wasn’t the one detained in the garrison.” “Okay, boss. If he was, what should we do? He must have been put there for a reason.” “Don’t touch him.” “Yes, boss.” He en

“Undress me,” Fabien ordered the moment we entered his room. I arched a brow at him, unfazed, as if he had just asked me to pass him a glass of water. “Aren’t you even going to offer me coffee first?” I shot back, already reaching for the hem of his shirt like I was tending to my own father. There was no malice in my actions. And that was the problem. I was supposed to be seducing him, not treating him like a patient. “Oh, your pants too,” I added casually. “Stand up—I’ll take care of it.” He obeyed without a word. As I stripped him, my eyes widened slightly at the sight of him. He wasn’t completely… unresponsive. Not entirely. If I had to describe it, it was like someone recovering from a stroke—half alive, half not. There was size, presence—but still, I didn’t dwell on it. It didn’t matter. “A towel? A robe? Bath?” I asked, as if there wasn’t a completely naked man standing in front of me. I turned toward the bathroom, taking in the sheer size of it. It was massi

Chapter 3.1 “Where are we going now?” I asked after a moment, glancing around as I tried to get my bearings. “In my room.” Well… obviously. I pressed my lips together, then sighed. “You know, maybe you should postpone whatever you’re planning. You might make your injury worse, and your father might get mad at me again. I don’t feel like getting slapped twice in a row. I’ve had enough.” I tossed in a dramatic eye roll, deliberately exaggerating my tone. He looked at me, his brows knitting together slightly. “Was he the one who slapped you?” “Yes, on my super pretty face!” I shot back, gesturing midair as if presenting evidence. I even tilted my chin up a little, as though waiting for him to inspect the invisible damage. He stared at me for a second longer than necessary, his expression unreadable, his brows still drawn together. For a brief second, I wondered if he might actually slap me himself if I didn’t stop talking. “You glare like you were born angry,” I added, unable to h

Chapter 3Fabien let out a long, controlled sigh the moment the door clicked shut behind him. He slowly removed the blanket covering his lap, revealing the fresh bandage wrapped tightly around his thigh. The wound still looked angry, raw—a stark reminder that death had brushed past him again. From where I was standing, I could see every subtle tension in his posture, the way his fingers curled slightly, as if restraining something deeper than pain. He had enemies—too many enemies—and it wasn’t a matter of if someone would try to kill him, but when.I didn’t know exactly which rival from the black market was after him this time. Maybe it didn’t even matter anymore. Attempts on his life had become routine, survival a constant expectation.Earlier, his father had scolded him again. I hadn’t been there, but I could imagine it perfectly: Don Vitto’s voice, commanding and sharp, filling a room no one dared speak loudly in. Everything with his father was always about control, never conversat

Chapter 2The gate opened automatically before I could even slow down.I was still at least a couple of meters away when the iron bars slid apart like something out of a high-security film, and I didn’t hesitate—I slammed my foot on the accelerator and drove straight inside. Gravel crunched under the tires as I sped across the massive driveway, heading directly toward the main entrance of the mansion.If it had been possible, I would have driven the car right into the living room.Unfortunately, reality had other plans.The vehicle jolted violently as I misjudged the distance and rammed into a concrete barrier near the steps. My entire body jerked forward, the seatbelt digging into my chest.“Ow!” I gasped, already fumbling with the door.I didn’t waste a second.“Help!” I screamed the moment I stumbled out of the car. “Someone help! Anyone inside—please! Mom, Dad, brother, sister—whoever you are! Help!”My voice echoed across the massive property, sharp and desperate.Behind me, the