Novels by Olukayode Gboluwaga Damola

The words slammed into me. My breath caught.“Dad, no!” Tony’s voice cut through, sharper than I’d ever heard. He pushed himself off the couch, disbelief etched across his face.My eyes darted to him. His expression— pure disgust.“Yes,” Vincent replied, folding his arms. “If what she claims is true, we can’t leave her out there as a laughing stock while she potentially could be carrying a Blackwood in her belly.”“She’s lying,” Tony snapped, irritation dripping from his voice. “I told you, we used protection the one time we slept.”“I don’t care,” Vincent replied smoothly. “It’s up to the DNA test now.”Tony groaned, his voice rising. “Ughh… oh my fucking God.” He collapsed back into the couch, resignation etched into his posture. I sat frozen, my heart pounding, my body trembling. My gaze flickered between them.“Are you okay moving in with my son?” Vincent asked, his eyes drilling into me. “Ye-s,” I stammered, the word breaking apart in my throat. “Good. Don’t feel rushed. Wh

he said flatly, before turning his back on me like I was nothing.“What a fucking waste of time,” he muttered as he walked back into the room, shaking his head softly.I stood frozen in the hallway.From inside, I could hear his muffled voice as he told his friends, followed by their laughter, loud and careless.The sound echoed in my ears, slicing through me like knives.My body felt hollow. My mind— blank.Then security appeared, one in front of me, another behind.“You’re not allowed to be here, ma’am,” one of them said, gripping my arm.“I— please, I just—” I tried to explain, but they didn’t listen.They dragged me out, my protests drowned beneath the noise of celebration spilling from the auditorium.---THREE DAYS LATER.The Vice Chancellor’s Building.The elevator hummed as it carried me upward, its wall pressing cool against my back as I leaned into it, trying to steady myself.It’s been three days since I told Tony I was pregnant with his child, and in that short time, every

TWO WEEKS LATER. AVA.Campus Dorm.I kept telling myself, today is the day. Over and over, like a mantra I didn’t believe but desperately needed to. Two weeks had passed since I made the decision— since I swore to myself I would tell Tony about the pregnancy. Two weeks of rehearsing words in my head, two weeks of imagining his reaction, two weeks of failing to even get the chance of getting close to him to try. He wasn’t the kind of person you could just get access to. He was Tony Blackwood— the heir, the celebrity boy. And me? Just another student, invisible in the crowd. But today felt different. Today, the school was alive with celebration. The 98th anniversary of Blackwood Institute had turned the campus into a carnival of laughter, music, and mingling. For once, the invisible lines of social class seemed blurred. Students from every background walked side by side, smiling, cheering, clapping. It was as if the air itself had been painted with joy. And yet, inside me, there wa

HOURS LATER. TONY’S POV.Noir Hotel & Suites — VIP Lounge.The bass pulsed through the walls like a second heartbeat.Low. Heavy. Relentless.Blue light washed over everything— skin, glass, leather— turning the VIP section into something unreal, something distant from the chaos below. It clung to Tony’s jawline, caught in the sharp edges of his cheekbones, glinted faintly in his eyes as he leaned back into the cushioned chair like he owned not just the space— but the night itself.Marcus sat to his left, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, a half-empty wine glass dangling between his fingers. Jerry lounged opposite, head tilted slightly back, smoke curling upward from the blunt resting between his fingers.The air smelled like alcohol, smoke, and money.Marcus let out a quiet laugh, the kind that started in his chest and slipped out slowly, like he was savoring a private joke.“Can you believe that riffraff that confessed she’s in love with me?” he said, shaking his head as he sw

Everything stopped.The words hung in the air, heavy… unreal.My eyebrows pulled together, confusion flashing across my face. “Pardon?”He looked at me over the rim of his glasses. His expression didn’t change.“You. Are. Pregnant.”Each word landed harder than the last.My lips parted, but nothing came out at first. My brain lagged behind, struggling to catch up.“What?” The word slipped out, barely a whisper. “That… that can’t be true.”My hands pressed against the edge of the bed as I shifted forward, as if getting closer would somehow change what I heard. My mouth stayed slightly open, my breathing shallow.He extended the file toward me.“That’s what the report says.”My fingers trembled as I took it from him. The paper felt too thin. Too fragile for something that heavy.My eyes dropped to the page.Words. Numbers. Medical terms.Then—Positive.My vision blurred.I blinked rapidly, trying to focus again, but the word didn’t disappear. It stayed there, bold, unforgiving.Positiv

Not loud. But it didn’t need to be. My throat tightened. I swallowed hard before slowly lifting my head. My eyes traveled upward— his chest, his neck, his jaw— Then his eyes. My breath caught. Up close, it was worse. Much worse. His gaze held mine, steady, unreadable, yet intense enough to make my stomach twist. “I’ve caught you staring,” he said, his tone calm but edged with something sharper. “For a while now.” My lips parted slightly. “I— was I?” My voice came out softer than I intended. His eyebrow lifted faintly. “Yes.” A pause. “I’d appreciate it if you stopped.” The words hit. Hard. Heat rushed to my face again— but this time it burned differently. Shame. Embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly, nodding once, my gaze dropping again. A brief silence. Then— He turned. Just like that. No hesitation. No second glance. He walked away, rejoining his friends like nothing had happened. Like I was nothing. I stood there for a second longer. Then I turned