Novels by Omotola Adewale

I remained in my room the rest of the day. Aside from the fact that I had nothing else to do with my time, I was reading the thick file again, especially keeping my eyes open for the words "crime/criminals," "gun," "wedding," or anything related. I needed answers, and even though this file, thick as it was, had nothing I was looking for, it was the only thing I had.The frustration was beginning to eat into me, and I closed the file with a heavy sigh. I had previously refused lunch, but with the sounds coming from my stomach, I knew I had to eat something, and fast too. My eyes darted to the big red button above my headrest."Push the button if you need anything," the maid had said, but since when do I take orders from a maid? Besides, I was no prisoner, or so I liked to think.I jumped off the bed, slipping my feet into the white fluffy slippers, which was the only thing I loved in this house, and left my room. I half expected someone to be standing guard at my door, but there was no

I could almost hear my heartbeat in my ears as I walked up the stairs with the assistance of the maid, as I could barely hold myself up. I could still hear the voices of the men behind me, but I was too focused on coming to terms with the fact that I was alive to give a damn about what they spoke about. I was led to my room, where I did not hesitate to fall back on the bed, looking up at the blindingly white ceiling.The events of the last hour, no matter how much I tried, could not leave my head. Guns? Were those men criminals? Was Malakai a criminal? They had to be. Why else would they pull out a gun like it was the most natural thing to do? Even the maid standing in my room was a suspicious person.I rubbed my forehead, a frustrated sigh leaving my lips. I had gotten involved with criminals, if I could call them that, and I had almost died. A gun had been pressed to my head and one pull of that trigger, and I would have been history.If not for Malakai…"Isabella," speak of the dev

Even before the maid whispered to me that the man in blue was Mikael Delman, I already guessed it was him. He stood tall, looking no older than forty even though the files said he was in his early sixties. He carried the same air as Sebastian, cold and intimidating, only that Sebastian’s leaned more to the frosty side of cold. Before I even thought of what I was about to do, I jumped from my seat and approached him. Thankfully, I was wearing a black dress that reached all the way to my ankles; otherwise, everyone would have seen my legs shaking. And the moment I got in front of him, I hesitated, but still threw my hands around him in what I thought was a warm hug from a daughter who hasn't seen her father in six months. I even faked the tears and sniffles just to complete the whole act. The things I do for revenge. But while I hugged the man, I felt no movement from him. It seemed even his breathing had stopped, like I was hugging a mannequin instead of a living human. “This is

Time passed in a blur and before I knew it, two days had flown by. It was time for the test. Whatever it was, whatever Malakai had in mind, I was ready to go with it. I did not want to think about the ridiculousness of it all; assuming a whole new identity, that too of a person who very much lived on this earth, was no small task, but I have buried myself long enough in those files to be able to take any test and pass in flying colors. My revenge? It's long overdue. I was seated patiently, nervously, in the living room when I heard the sound of footsteps. I looked up and it was Malakai making his way down the stairs, clad in a crisp white shirt he hadn't bothered to button all the way up and rolled-up sleeves that revealed his veiny, hairy arms. He looked clean and fresh, unlike me, who was a nervous mess. I stood up immediately he got to the last step, unsure of what to do. The file hadn't exactly revealed the kind of relationship that subsisted between Astria and Malakai, so

ISABELLA'S POVI sat in the living room, staring at the two cups of coffee in front of me.Italy was beautiful, but I barely had time to take it in. My mind felt heavy. My body is even heavier. I wasn’t used to this house, to this face, to him.The sound of footsteps in the empty living room trapped my attention. Malakai approached with a thick file in his hand. He placed it on the coffee table with a soft thud.“What’s this?” I asked, looking up at him.Malakai sat across from me, his position relaxed and his expression unreadable. “This,” he said, tapping the folder, “is you.”“Me?” I asked, my gaze falling back down to the thick folder.He tapped the folder, impatient. “Open it.”I hesitated, almost dreading what I would see, because as I came to know, the man sitting across from me was fond of surprises. And not in a good way. I pulled it towards me. My fingers trembled as I flipped it open.Astria Delman.I blinked, and my stomach twisted as I surveyed the first page. Everything

Isabella 'S POVThree days in the hospital passed by in a blur, and they were torturous. Each night felt even more depressing than the last. I was either just staring at the ceiling for hours straight or conversing with the nurses to give myself some sort of social life.Malakai , on the other hand, still visited every day, even if he didn’t stay long. I found it hard to be comfortable around him. How am I supposed to trust someone that easily? After everything that happened with Colin.The door pushed open, pulling me out of my trance. Malakai walked in with one hand in his pocket, looking as composed as he always has. While here I was, an absolute mess.“We’re leaving today.” He said, putting down a bag on the bed. I couldn’t hide the small amount of relief that rushed through me. This hospital felt like jail. “Change into these.” He said, motioning towards the bag.I walked into the bathroom, avoiding the mirror like I always did these past few days. It was hard to get used to. The