Romans de Omams

Jacqueline’s POVJanelle didn’t only claim the house, she also falsely claimed the company.Heat ran through my veins as I watched Janelle smile, and say words that weren’t true. Some stupid businessmen stood behind her, they were smiling too. She probably must have tricked them.I ran out of the room to find Alex. He was still in the sitting room, sipping on his wine elegantly.“Janelle claimed the industry.”He dropped his glass to the table. His gaze landed on me.“That’s interesting. These people are really up to it,” his voice held no remorse in it.“You don’t get me, Alex.”“I do. The company is still yours.”“They would ruin it before I would before I get there. Two years.”“They can’t.”“Alex?”He took his phone and placed a call on someone.“I would accept the position,” was the only thing he said.“So?” I asked. I did not understand what he was doing.“Wait for news,” he said. He dropped his phone, he picked up his glass and he continued sipping.He is totally nuts. This is

Jacqueline's POV​Who could that be? We… I wasn't expecting anyone. I don't know about Alex.​He went to get the door. Two women walked in. One a little older than me, and the other should be around my age. The older woman was dressed in a shirt and skirt, while the younger one was dressed in a plain top and jean trousers that hugged her curves tightly. Her hair-do and make-up seemed too flashy. I have a feeling she has an ulterior motive.​"Sign," Alex reminded me. I turned to him.​I took the document from him and I read it thoroughly. I forced myself to ignore the lines that read 'No staying out late,' and 'You must always obey my rules'.​It was more like house-mating terms, and it was quite favourable. I signed it.The women watched ​Alex and I converse.​I cleared my throat. "Who are they?" I asked.​"House workers. They'd help you around the house."​Did he employ people to serve me?​"I do not need them."​"What did the contract say about rules?"​Right! I mustn't disobey hi

Jacqueline’s POVI might have accepted to play by Alex’s rules—which I did not know exactly what it was.I prayed in my head that it wasn't something dangerous. Who am I kidding? Alex's middle name is dangerous. Drugs? Firearms? Dirty politics? Gangs? Alleged assasination? What other illegal activity wasn't he involved in?The bike halted at a building. Sorry, I meant glass house. It was located at the outskirts of the city, sitting on land that would be enough to build four helipads.He turned off the engine, I got down, he did too, and he helped me get my bags down. He marched in without waiting for me. I pulled my bags and I followed behind him. I was kind of jogging, while he was taking simple strides.I hated his long legs.We got to the door. He opened it with his fingerprint.“Mi casa e su casa,” he muttered softly.All along I thought he wouldn't do the language stuff. I know he has visited a lot of countries, no need to show off.I walked in before he did. He stood at the do

Jacqueline's POVI stepped in further, hoping I would hear their conversation a lot more clearly, but I still did not. Just mumbled words that seemed secretive.I clutched onto my traveling bag tightly. I had a bad feeling about their whispers. Aunt Janelle and her daughter had always been the lousy type.I peeped into the thin space left by the door ajar, they sat on the bed, their lips formed soft mutterings. I was sure they were hiding something, or worse… planning something.I was forced to make a sound—an awkward cough that stole their attention. They turned to me, Kara's eyes glimmered with fear, while my aunt's filled with surprise.“I am back,” I said, trying to make the scene less awkward than it was, but I only worsened it.Kara's fear shifted into fake excitement, I could see her through her pretense as she gritted her teeth.She hated me, we stopped pretending about that when she humiliated me at a party two years ago, right in front of Alex, my nemesis.The image of the d