Novels by marvellaadams907

Norman’s POVGenevieve's words stayed with me long after she stopped speaking.It's time we stop running from Dennis.I had heard those words before in different forms, from lawyers, investigators, even from my own thoughts when I was angry enough to believe I could finally confront the past. But hearing them from Genevieve was different.She wasn't asking me to be fearless.She wasn't pretending Dennis couldn't hurt me.She simply wasn't willing to let fear decide what happened to the rest of my life.I stared at our joined hands and slowly rubbed my thumb over her knuckles.The truth was, exposing Dennis terrified me.Not because I was afraid of what he could say about the Mafia, the streets, the drugs, the guns, or the things I had done before I became the man Genevieve knew today.Those things were ugly, but they were mine.I had already confessed them.What terrified me was that Dennis knew exactly where to hurt me.He knew which memories I couldn't explain. He knew which questio

Genevieve’s POVI barely slept.Even after the doctors assured me that Norman was stable and no longer in immediate danger, I couldn't bring myself to leave his side. I remained in the chair beside his hospital bed, my fingers wrapped around his hand as I watched him sleep.There was a bandage around his head, a few bruises across his face, and an IV attached to his arm. Every now and then, the machines beside him made a soft sound, reminding me that he was still here.Alive.That was all I cared about.Patricia had tried everything to convince me to go home and rest. Marissa had joined her, reminding me that I had my own surgery coming up and that exhausting myself wasn't going to help anyone.I ignored both of them.“How am I supposed to rest when my husband almost died yesterday?” I asked Patricia when she tried again that morning.“You're not his doctor, Genevieve.”“I know.”“You're not going to make him recover faster by sitting here looking like you haven't slept in three days.

Dennis’s POVI had known Nadia was lying the moment she called Jason a plumber.There was something about the way she said it that made the explanation even more ridiculous. A plumber who happened to be shirtless inside her private suite at a luxury resort in Connecticut. A plumber who looked at me with the confidence of a man who had absolutely no fear of being caught. A plumber who knew Nadia well enough to speak to her like they shared something I wasn't supposed to know.I had wanted to believe her.Or perhaps I had simply wanted to postpone accepting the truth.That was why I had ordered my investigator to find out everything about Jason Brooks the moment I returned to New York.Now, several days later, I sat behind my desk with the man's entire life spread across the table in front of me.Jason Brooks wasn't a plumber.He wasn't some random man Nadia had met at the resort.He was her lover.I stared at the photographs for several seconds, feeling something cold settle in my ches

Nadia's POVFor the past two hours, I had been trying to seduce Jason to sleep with me, and for the past two hours, he had stubbornly refused.I was beginning to lose my patience.I sat beside him on the couch, glaring at him as he stared blankly at the television without paying the slightest attention to what was playing."Jason, I'm tired of asking."He didn't even look at me."I'm not in the mood, Nadia."I scoffed."You've been saying that for two hours.""And I'll keep saying it because it's the truth."I stared at him in disbelief."You have no right to refuse me."That finally made him turn toward me.His expression was so different from the Jason I was used to that I almost didn't recognize him."I have no right to refuse you?""Yes."He laughed bitterly."But you have the right to fucking give my child to another man?"I froze.Jason stood up."You know what, Nadia? I'm sick and tired of your manipulative attitude. You boss me around and control me like I'm a child, and becau

Norman's POV " No, baby. This isn't the right time." Genevieve shook her head immediately, her fingers still wrapped around mine. "You're still recovering, Norman. You have a severe head injury, and the doctor said you need to rest. Whatever you want to tell me, you can tell me when you're feeling better." I stared at her for several seconds. Part of me wanted to agree. Part of me wanted to close my eyes, pretend none of this had happened and wait until I found the courage to tell her everything. But I knew there would never be a right time. There would always be another excuse. Another crisis. Another reason to postpone the truth. And I had already spent too many years running from it. "There is never going to be a right time, Genevieve." She frowned. "Norman—" "No, baby. Please let me do this." I squeezed her hand. "I need to tell you because I'm tired of being afraid. I have spent years running from my past, hiding behind my company, my money and the man I became. I

Genevieve's POV"Where's my husband?"My voice echoed through the hospital corridor as I rushed through the entrance with Patricia and Marissa running behind me.My heart was pounding so hard that I could barely breathe. The moment Marissa had called and told me Norman had been involved in an accident, I had felt like the entire world had stopped moving.I hadn't even taken time to think.I had simply grabbed my things and rushed to the hospital."Where is Norman Adams?" I demanded as I reached the reception desk.The receptionist looked startled by my appearance, but I barely noticed. I slammed my palm against the counter."I want to see my husband. Norman Adams. He was brought here after an accident."The receptionist quickly checked the computer."Ma'am, please calm down. Mr. Adams is currently in—""I don't want to calm down. I want to see my husband!"Patricia placed a hand on my shoulder."Genny, breathe. We'll find him."The receptionist quickly gave us the room details, and I