Novels by dorcasegbe52

AILANI’S POV.Have you lost your damn mind?” Daylia reprimanded me, while I folded the remaining of my stuff into my luggage.“You can't just move in with a man you hardly know, what if he's a serial killer.”“You watch too many true crime documentaries.” I scoffed.“I'm just saying if you have to move in with him just to work, it sounds like some nasty shit is going down.” She flopped on my bed, her eyebrows creased.The conversation from his office kept playing in my mind. FLASHBACK“Architetta.” He leaned over the desk, hands gripping each side while his voice dropped dangerously low. ”Then this job may take more from you than you expect.” Architetta?I squinted my eyes at the nickname, the way the Italian accent rolled off his tongue sounded almost sinful. It makes me weak everytime.“Do you understand?” He tilted his head, angling his lips with mine.“Crystal.” I let out a heated breath.He drew back letting more space between us. “Before finalising the contract

AILANI’S POV)And at the corner of those glass walls stood Enzo Romano … Shirtless!!!.Warmth coated me, flushing my skin bright red. I had to wrestle a gasp back down before it was able to make an ugly appearance.His broad shoulders were drenched in the golden rays from the sun. His torso was marked with scars, spanning across his back in cruel slashes. The image itself should be appalling but it only heightens his masculinity. A suit jacket hung lazily from his desk chair, discarded while his dress shirt laid unbuttoned in the seat, both fabrics as if they never existed, totally forgotten.I could feel him in every inch of this room. This man looked like he could end humanity with one wave of his hand. “You're late.” He mentioned, his voice thick with an Italian accent and hands dug low into his pockets.I tore my gaze from the sharp linings of his back. My mouth watering at the sight.This was the man I was supposed to deal with?!! God really had favourites.“And you’re inappro

AILANI’S POV( PRESENT).On the outside, it looks like a multibillion dollar company, clean slate, impeccable reputation. But it's all a farce. A beautiful image painted and wrapped in pretty lies.Drugs, guns, ammunition, name it. They do it all. These bastards have no morals and I can bet my money that this project is just another means to fund their criminal lifestyle.How convenient.What's not convenient is that I have to come all the way to his penthouse to sign a damn contract.I could have done it yesterday but he was supposedly busy with scheduled meetings, so the contract finalisation has to be done today.The bus was as crowded as it could be on a Monday morning. A mixture of sweat, perfumes and body odour, not a pleasant one but it's quite common on this side of town. Just a bunch of hustlers trying to make a living and put food on the table.We finally pulled up at my station and I got down. The building was even more massive than in the photos. My anxiety levels were risi

ENZO'S POV (24 hours before).I rolled my neck to the side, groaning when it didn't give me any relief.Last night's sessions went hard, but I was able to crack him. That's what I do. I get the job done fast and efficiently, but I also enjoy breaking them. You see fear is best understood when the person you are trying to break realizes that you enjoy hearing their screams. It's all just a game and they are the pawn, meant to be torn down for the sole purpose of entertainmentBut I only punish those who rightly deserve it and have no qualms about torturing them the same way they do to others.I smiled amused at my own thoughts, half listening to the business presentation holding at Skyframe Consortium on my tablet from my office. Sitting round a table of money hungry old men who would grovel only to gain more power wasn't really my thing.It was a major deal , if closed it would become a multi-billion dollar project. The presentation was handed over to the next person to continue. My

You will not alter the foundation.” He uttered in silent warning, as he traced lazy circles on his oakwood desk.She raised her chin in defiance, ready to argue back.“You will not touch the foundation without my consent.” He sharpened his warning, looking her square in the eyes.“And if the design requires-”“It won’t.” He cut her off and she swallowed her words.“I don’t take jobs where the truth is off-limits, Mr Romano.” she argued.“Architetta.” He leaned closer, his hands gripping each side of his desk as his voice dropped dangerously low. ”Then this job may take more from you than you expect.” She could feel it then, the danger lurking behind his words.Promising retribution.AILANI’S POV (24 hours earlier.)“She collapsed suddenly.” Everything in my life changed with those three words.A single phone call was all it took to send my whole world crashing down, like a rollercoaster on a broken track.As I dashed out of the office at break neck speed, wind whipping at my skin an