Novels by Faremi Abisola

"I thought I was finally alone, but the house is still breathing."I let the words slip out as I lock the heavy iron door behind me. My private estate is miles from the city, a tomb of stone and glass nestled deep in the woods. I drop my bags, the weight of them dragging me toward the floor. I press my palm to my stomach, feeling the slow, rhythmic roll of the baby. We made it. For now, we are out."Aiden?"I spin around, my heart slamming against my ribs. It’s just Elena, my nurse, standing in the foyer with a tray of medication. She looks at me with those soft, tired eyes that used to make me feel safe. Now, they just look like glass."You startled me," I say, my voice raspy. I try to steady my breath, to sink back into the character I have been forced to play. "I didn't expect you to be here tonight.""Liam asked me to stay," she says, stepping closer. She holds out the plastic cup with the blue pill. "He said you were distressed after the meeting. He’s worried about your heart, Ai

The air in the boardroom is so thin it feels like I am breathing glass.I sit at the head of the long, polished mahogany table, the wood cold against my palms. My hands are folded over my stomach, shielding the small, hard bump that has become my only compass. Liam is standing in the shadows by the glass wall, arms crossed, his silhouette a constant, looming pressure. He thinks I am broken. He thinks the trauma of last night, the bullets, and the shadows have left me too brittle to hold my own weight.He has no idea that the knife is already buried in his back."Aiden, you look exhausted," Julian, the chairman, says from the far end of the table. He leans forward, his gold cufflinks catching the morning sun. "Are you sure you shouldn't have stayed home? You look like you haven't slept in a week."I force a smile, feeling the stretch of skin across my cheekbones. "I appreciate the concern, Julian. Really. But there are things that need to be said.""We can handle the quarterly review,"

"You think you’re my savior, Liam, but you’re just the parasite who killed the host."I didn’t whisper it. I didn’t shout it. I let the words fall like lead weights into the silence of the bedroom, watching the way his face shifted, the way the smug, possessive warmth in his eyes flickered and died.He stood by the window, his silhouette dark against the moonlit garden. He turned slowly, his glass of scotch catching the light, his posture regal, untouchable. "Aiden, you’re tired. Your blood sugar is low. You’re confused.""I’m done," I said, rising from the bed. I didn't care about the mask anymore. My legs were steady, my grip on the edge of the dresser firm. I pulled the thumb drive from the lining of my coat—the coat I had kept hanging in the closet like a relic of a life he had tried to erase. "I’m done with the pills. I’m done with the nurses. And I am definitely done with the lies."He took a step toward me, his brow furrowed in that imitation of concern that used to make me mel

The silence in this room is no longer empty, it is a lie. I stare at the three tiny black devices sitting on my nightstand, their little red lights blinking like the eyes of a demon, and I feel something snap inside me. Not the fragile, weeping snap of a broken Omega, but the sharp, dangerous click of a blade being drawn from a sheath. I was an apex predator for years. I built an empire on the corpses of men who thought they were smarter than me. I might be bleeding, I might be carrying this burden in my belly, but I am not dead yet.I hear the heavy tread of boots in the hallway. Liam. He is coming, probably to check on his investment, to see if his little pet is still behaving. I quickly sweep the bugs into a drawer, my movements smooth and deliberate. I smooth out my shirt, force the tension out of my jaw, and sit on the edge of the bed. I slump my shoulders just enough to look defeated, just enough to look like the wounded bird he wants me to be.The door opens. Liam stands there,

They are going to kill me if they find out. The air in this medical wing is thick with the sterile, biting scent of antiseptic and cold steel. It feels like a funeral shroud. I am sitting on this godforsaken table, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird, and I am terrified that if I breathe too hard, the truth will leak out of my pores. Every heartbeat feels like a countdown to my own destruction.Dr. Vane is adjusting his stethoscope, his eyes narrow, cold, and entirely too suspicious.Just relax, Aiden, he says, his voice flat and devoid of any human empathy. I need to run a full blood panel. The board needs assurance that your recovery is progressing as promised.I swallow hard, my throat feeling like it is lined with jagged sandpaper. I am fine, Vane. You have my charts. You have the reports from the last specialist. Is this really necessary?Liam is standing by the door, a silhouette of calculated power. He is perfectly still, a predator in a tailored suit, his ey

The letter felt like poison in my hands.I sat alone in Liam’s living room, staring at the formal offer from Henry’s lawyers. Terminate the pregnancy. Risky procedure that might reverse my Omega status. Step down quietly and they would let me live what was left of my old life. My fingers trembled as I read it again.Liam walked in and stopped dead when he saw the papers. “What is that?”I didn’t look up. “Henry’s offer. A way out. For both of us.”Liam crossed the room in three strides. “Let me see it.” His voice was tight with barely controlled anger.I handed it over, watching his face darken as he read. “You’re not seriously considering this.”“Why wouldn’t I?” I stood up, voice rising. “This could give me my life back. My body back. The empire. Everything I lost. You don’t understand what I sacrificed.”Liam looked at me with quiet pain that cut deeper than anger. “I understand more than you know. But if you do this, you’ll lose the only thing that still feels real.”I laughed bit