Novels by Nabukenya Stecia

“Damon?”My mother’s voice broke through my paralysis as she hurried over, her eyes wide with panic.“Damon, what is she doing here? Why is she with your Uncle Lucas?”I couldn’t answer her. My tongue felt heavy, glued to the roof of my mouth. Before I could even take a step back, Mr. and Mrs. Larson walked right past me with broad, glowing smiles and headed straight toward the couple.“You took your time, sweetheart,” Mrs. Larson said warmly as she pulled Junia into a loving embrace before turning to Lucas with a smile. “Lucas, thank you for taking such good care of her. She even looks healthier now. You’re such a wonderful husband.”“Always, Mrs. Larson,” Lucas replied.His deep, commanding voice carried effortlessly through the suddenly quiet ballroom. He reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind Junia’s ear, the small gesture so intimate that a sharp, unexpected pain stabbed through my chest. My husband? What was really going on? I needed answers, but no one was

Damon ‘s pov Four months had passed since I divorced the nagging Junia and married the love of my life. Honestly, I was a little disappointed. She never came crawling back to me. I had expected her to beg me for another chance, or at least ask for something after our divorce, but she never did. That only proved to me that without me, she had absolutely nothing.Ann’s pregnancy had grown bigger over the past few months, and I was doing everything I could to become the perfect husband for her and our unborn son. My parents adored her. Unlike Junia, who always seemed to bring one problem after another into my life, Ann was gentle, cheerful, and knew exactly how to make everyone around her happy.A few weeks ago, she had also told me that she was related to the Larson family, one of the wealthiest families in the country. She even promised to help me secure the partnership I had been chasing for years. The only condition was that I shouldn’t approach them without her because, according t

We sat on the nearest chairs in the hospital corridor. I looked at him for a moment before asking the question that had been bothering me ever since he showed up. “Are you following me?”Lucas let out a light scoff before looking at me. “This is a public hospital, Mrs. Junia. Am I not allowed to come here for a checkup?” Well… he had a point. I lowered my head for a second before looking back at him. “Then why did you agree to my proposal?”Instead of answering immediately, he slowly stood up from his chair and adjusted the sleeve of his suit. “The important thing is that I agreed, isn’t it? That’s what you wanted.” I quickly stood up as well, afraid he would change his mind if I delayed any longer. “Thank you,” I said sincerely. “I’ll see you around.”He simply gave me a slight nod before walking away, leaving me standing there with more questions than answers. I watched him disappear down the hallway before letting out a long sigh. I didn’t understand that man at all, but none of th

I sat across from him, nervously tapping my foot against the floor. The silence in the office was suffocating. I had never actually met Lucas before, so I had no idea whether he even knew who I was or if I was nothing more than another stranger asking for his time. “I’m Junia Larson,” I introduced myself. The moment I said my name, I noticed a flicker of recognition cross his face. He remembered it. That was a good sign… wasn’t it?I took a deep breath before continuing. “Seven years ago, our parents arranged a marriage between us.” A faint scoff escaped his lips as he leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes never leaving mine. “And yet you’re only here now.” His tone was calm, but every word carried a sting. For some reason, I felt telling him the truth was the only option. “I recently divorced my husband.” To my surprise, he laughed. “Seven years, Ms. Larson.” He slowly shook his head. “You rejected me, married another man, spent seven years building a life with him, and now that y

I knocked on the gate, refusing to believe this was how everything would end. Fine, we were divorced, but I still had a right to this house. I had a right to the cars, the company, and everything we had built together because every single one of them was the result of my blood, sweat, and sleepless nights.The gate slowly opened, but instead of Damon, Ann walked out first. My eyes immediately landed on the expensive silk robe she was wearing. I had bought it months ago but had never worn it myself because I had been saving it for a special occasion. Seeing her wearing my clothes inside what used to be my home made my blood boil.“What do you want?” I demanded through clenched teeth. “And what are you doing in my house… wearing my clothes?” Before she could answer, Damon appeared behind her and wrapped an arm protectively around her shoulders. “Don’t shout at a pregnant woman,” he said coldly. “You really don’t know how to treat a pregnant woman, do you?”I let out a bitter laugh, unab

“Ah, shit…” Damon cursed under his breath as he stared at me in pure shock. I could only stare back at him in horror. His secretary was wrapped around him, her legs locked around his waist as they stood in the middle of his office.Just thirty minutes ago, he had texted me. “I have to work late at the office tonight. I won’t be coming home.” For the past two weeks, this had become his routine. Some nights he would come home, while on others he wouldn’t. I had tried not to think much of it, convincing myself that he was simply busy with work. But when our maid quietly mentioned that he had become distant lately, I couldn’t ignore the uneasy feeling in my heart anymore. I had come to the office hoping to surprise my husband. Instead, I had walked into my own nightmare. I couldn’t speak.His secretary glanced at Damon before letting out a mocking laugh. “Well, she has finally seen us. Go on, Damon. Tell her the truth.” Without the slightest hint of shame, they slowly separated. Damon ca