Novels by okenna987

"You can date both of us, then you can make the choice."Kade’s voice had played on a loop in my mind all weekend. Perhaps in an attempt to pacify me, they had refrained from their usual, suffocating habit of hovering wherever I went. I had enjoyed a rare, peaceful weekend, free from the constant barrage of calls and texts.However, I knew this was merely a fragile truce. The Carter twins were demanding answers, and I realized that if I didn't provide them, my work life would become unbearable. I could resign, of course, but who was to say they wouldn't simply purchase my next workplace as well?I briefly toyed with the idea of assuming a new identity, faking my own death, or forging documents to disappear forever. But I was still too attached to the life I had meticulously built as Mia Perez.My thoughts were broken by my ringing phone. I looked down, startled to realize I had been stirring my coffee with my finger instead of a spoon. I sucked on my finger and glanced at the screen.

My day was spent vacillating between rage and tears. The twins were infuriatingly stubborn and dense. I bitterly regretted the dinner with Killian; had I ignored him entirely, my life might still possess some semblance of normalcy. While a small, buried part of me wondered what would happen if I surrendered control and saw what they were offering, my logic thankfully continued to override my lack of inhibition.With only an hour left in the workday, my office door swung open with a violent thud, the echo resounding like a gunshot. I jumped, glaring at the intruder who had dared to enter unannounced."Are you insane?""Mia."Of course, it was Killian. My face was surely flushed not from fluster, but from rapidly mounting fury. "What part of 'leave me alone' is difficult for you to grasp?" I asked, my expression twisted into a scowl.He paused, but before he could speak, I pressed on. "I can what? Fine, you’re obsessed with me. Deal with it like an adult and stop harassing me." I slamme

Clover’s question hung in the air, sharp and heavy as a guillotine blade. I offered no answer; I simply couldn't.“I told you, Clover. I’m not with anyone. I am very single, and you know that.”I sidestepped her, my heels striking a frantic, uneven rhythm against the floor until I reached the refuge of my office and slammed the door shut. But the walls were glass they were always glass and it felt as though the entire office was peering in, watching me unravel.I sat at my desk, tucking my trembling hands beneath my thighs to steady them. I reached for the mouse, desperate to bury myself in work, but a notification on my personal laptop diverted my attention: a ping from a local corporate gossip blog I followed for industry updates.The $2 Billion Muse? Inside the Carter Brothers' Hostile Takeover of Ferguson & Co.My heart stopped. I clicked the link.It wasn't a text post, but a grainy photo, snapped twenty minutes ago in the lobby. Killian was captured in high definition, leaning i

The walk to my office felt akin to a funeral procession I was the corpse, and everyone was watching. The glass hallway functioned like the walls of an aquarium; the Carter twins and I were on display, the subject of everyone’s scrutiny. As soon as the office door latched shut, I spun around to face them, my tone sharp enough to draw blood. "Get out of my company." Killian didn't even blink. He sauntered over to the guest chair, made himself comfortable, and propped his Italian leather loafers onto the edge of my pristine mahogany desk, resting them directly on the documents I had just spent hours finalizing. My skin burned with indignant fury. "Is that any way to speak to the man who just rescued your firm from a total collapse?" Killian asked, his eyes dancing with a manic, playful mischief. "Saved?" I scoffed. My chest was heaving as my professional composure finally fractured under the absurdity of the situation. "You didn't save anything. This place was running perfectly. Y

I sat in my chair, nursing a cup of coffee that was far too hot. The previous day, the Carter twins had acquired my company, and I had promptly clocked out early. Feigning illness had been far easier than remaining on the premises. Had I stayed, I wasn't entirely certain I wouldn't have screamed. My desk was still cluttered with the unfinished documents I had been forced to abandon. For the next twenty minutes, I obsessively reorganized everything, desperately trying to convince myself that I had hallucinated the events of the previous day. It was a futile effort. I had spent the entire night fixated on the incident, and on them. Was I being arrogant, or perhaps simply vain? It felt unfathomable that they would pay two billion dollars for a company valued at only seven hundred million. It was even harder to believe they would sink that much capital just to trap me. It seemed far more probable that a grander power play was in motion, and I was merely a peripheral project. I cert

I woke up the next morning to my head splitting in two from a migraine. I groaned and pushed myself off the bed, dreading the work day ahead of me already. After that dinner with Killian and Kade, well, the train wreck I barely survived, I had headed home and forced myself to go to bed. Unfortunately for me, my mind kept me awake for hours on end, thinking of how I would be able to salvage the huge mess I had gotten myself into. I sighed and wasted no time getting ready and soon enough I was at my workplace. Ferguson and Co. An accounting and litigation firm merged into one. We handled legal and financial matters. Recently I had gotten a promotion and now I was the managing director of the litigation team. The salary was decent but the work hours were gruelling. Still, I walked into the building, ready to start the day and get my mind off those twins. But it seemed the universe was against it because my phone buzzed the second I stepped through the door. Without looking I was sure