Novels by Nabukenya Stecia

Chapter 45***(Lucas’s POV)*In the early morning, Junia head come into my master bedroom. She hadn't said much—just stepped softly across the hardwood floor, reached up with her cool, delicate fingers, and helped me adjust the silk necktie around my collar.In her subtle rush to gather her handbag and head down to the executive floor before the rest of the staff arrived, she had accidentally left her black leather file resting flat on the edge of my king-sized bed.Curiosity had gotten the absolute best of me the moment the heavy bedroom door clicked shut behind her. I leaned over, pulled the folder into my lap, and popped open the metal latch. I hadn't intended to read the whole thing, but from the very first paragraph, I was completely hooked. Her operational framework was brilliant. The precision of her supply chain logistics, the localized market entry models, the precise percentage allocations for rural distribution—it was nothing short of exceptional.So, hours later, when I

Lucas’s POV)* In the early morning, Junia had come into my master bedroom. She hadn't said much—just stepped softly across the hardwood floor, reached up with her cool, delicate fingers, and helped me adjust the silk necktie around my collar. In her subtle rush to gather her handbag and head down to the executive floor before the rest of the staff arrived, she had accidentally left her black leather file resting flat on the edge of my king-sized bed. Curiosity had gotten the absolute best of me the moment the heavy bedroom door clicked shut behind her. I leaned over, pulled the folder into my lap, and popped open the metal latch. I hadn't intended to read the whole thing, but from the very first paragraph, I was completely hooked. Her operational framework was brilliant. The precision of her supply chain logistics, the localized market entry models, the precise percentage allocations for rural distribution—it was nothing short of exceptional. So, hours later, when I sat at the

I didn't bother knocking. I pushed the heavy mahogany door open and stepped inside. "Lucas!"Lucas was sitting behind his grand desk with his phone pressed to his ear, but the moment he caught sight of my furious, pale face, he immediately ended the call and set the phone down."Junia?" he asked, his dark brows drawing together in concern. "What's wrong?""Why did you give the lead partnership to Jennifer?" I demanded, my voice trembling with raw, unfiltered emotion as I stepped up to his desk. "When you know—""Junia, I understand that you are disappointed," Lucas said gently, standing up from his executive chair and looking at me with a calm, grounding gaze. "I know how hard you worked on this. But her framework contained the exact operational depth the board needs right now. Yours wasn't bad, but it lacked structural cohesion—""What structural cohesion, Lucas?!" I cut him off, my voice cracking as tears of pure rage threatened to spill over my lashes. "She literally stole my entir

Junia’s POV)* The executive boardroom was suffocatingly quiet, the sharp glare of the morning sunlight cutting through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows as the senior department heads settled into their leather chairs. Today was the official pitch day—the moment where Lucas would evaluate both proposals and officially appoint his primary lead partner for the international expansion project. I sat at the far end of the long mahogany conference table, resting my hands neatly over the pristine black leather folder containing my hard work. My heart was pounding a steady, rhythmic beat against my ribs, but it wasn't out of fear. It was out of an intense, unyielding confidence. I knew the operational metrics, the localized supply chain logistics, and the market entry strategies inside and out. I had practically built this exact model years ago, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that my strategy was flawless. Across the room, Jennifer Annabelle sat with her spine rigid, smoothing dow

Why are you removing the towel from my hands?" Jennifer asked, her face full of absolute shock as she clutched the wet cloth tighter.I bit back a heavy sigh. I couldn't just reveal to her that I was Lucas's actual wife—and honestly, half the time, I didn't even know why I was putting myself through all this drama—but I stood my ground anyway."Because I am literally your boss, Jennifer," I reminded her, leaning in with a cold, unyielding glare. "Don't forget that. So I am asking you to hand it over to me."She scoffed, tossing her head back with an arrogant smirk. "Boss? But *he* is my boss! So if anything happens to him, clearly, I have to step up and—""You don't have to do anything because you are clearly not a doctor," I cut her off smoothly, taking the towel directly out of her hands before she could react. "So, to save each other's time, I am taking him to the hospital now! You can leave the rest to me.""Wait, but—""No buts," I added, holding up a hand to silence her. "Just g

As I approached the massive mahogany doors of Lucas's office, I noticed the glass walls were clear. Sitting gracefully in one of the leather guest chairs facing his grand desk was Ann.I felt a sharp migraine building behind my eyes. *Honestly, it feels like every woman who exists solely to make my life miserable is named Ann or Maya.*I knocked lightly on the doorframe and stepped inside, taking the vacant leather chair directly beside her. We both sat side by side, facing Lucas across his desk. His right arm was still neatly bandaged and resting against his lap, while his sharp, piercing dark eyes locked onto mine the moment I sat down."What took you so long?" he asked smoothly, his voice calm, yet carrying an underlying weight.Before I could even formulate a diplomatic response—because there was absolutely no way I was going to announce in front of a third party that my trashy ex-fiancé had been kneeling on my office floor—Ann suddenly turned her head toward Lucas."Mrs. Junia wa