Novels by Okechukwu Munachi

Aria stood at the top of the stairs, her heart pounding in her chest. She had been on her way to the kitchen when she heard the study door close. Then voices. Colton's voice, cold and flat. And Isabella's, smooth and pleading.She knew she shouldn't stop. She knew she shouldn't listen. This was none of her business. She was just the woman carrying his child. Nothing more.But she couldn't move.Her feet were rooted to the floor. Her hands gripped the banister. She told herself she wasn't jealous. She had no right to be jealous. She was just concerned about her baby. That was all. If Isabella was going to be around, she needed to know what kind of person she was. She needed to know if her child would be safe.

Colton closed the door behind them and walked to his desk. He didn't sit. He stood behind it, his hands resting on the polished wood, his dark eyes fixed on Isabella with cold intensity.She stood in the center of the room, her red hair catching the lamplight, her designer dress perfectly fitted. She looked exactly as she had five years ago. Beautiful. Polished. Untouchable.But Colton felt nothing."I've missed you, Colton," Isabella said, her voice soft and warm. "I've thought about you every day."He didn't respond. He just watched her, his expression unreadable.She stepped closer. "I know I made mistakes. I was young and

Aria was in the garden when she heard the car pull up. She had been on maternity leave for a week, and she had fallen into a routine. Morning walks. Afternoon naps. Long hours spent reading in the sun.She looked up, expecting to see Colton. But it wasn't Colton.A sleek black car pulled into the driveway, and a woman stepped out. Tall. Elegant. With striking red hair that fell in perfect waves over her shoulders. She wore a cream designer dress that probably cost more than Aria's entire monthly salary. Her heels clicked on the stone path as she walked toward the villa.The maid's heart skipped a beat. She recognized her. The woman from the bar. The one who had been asking questions about the villa. She looked guilty and hurried away.

Isabella stepped out of the taxi and looked up at the towering glass building. It had been five years since she had last been in this city, and everything felt foreign. The streets were the same. The buildings were the same. But she was different, Older Wiser and desperate.She had returned for one reason. Colton.The divorce had been finalized a months ago. Isabella's marriage started well. Gerald, her new husband, was a successful businessman. He showered her with gifts and attention. She traveled the world, attended glamorous parties, and lived the life she had always dreamed of.But the glamour faded.Gerald was old. As the years passed, his health began to decli

The ballroom was bathed in warm golden light. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting soft reflections across the polished floors. Tables were draped in white linen, adorned with centerpieces of roses and candles. The air was filled with the murmur of conversation, the clink of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter.Aria stood near the edge of the room, a glass of sparkling water in her hand. She had been to events like this before. Many of them. Over the past five years, she had attended countless galas, fundraisers, and company celebrations. She knew how to navigate these rooms. She had done it a hundred times.But tonight was different. Tonight, she wasn't just another face in the crowd.The project had been completed. The budge

The camera was small. Barely larger than a coin. Aria had placed it behind a stack of reports on David's bookshelf, angled perfectly to capture his desk and the chair where he took his calls. It had taken her less than two minutes to install it. She had walked into his office with a folder of documents, asked a few questions about the budget, and slipped the device into place while his back was turned.It was risky. She knew that. If she was caught, it would be her career on the line. But she was past caring about risks. She was past caring about the rules.She needed proof. And now she had it.That night, Aria sat in her bedroom, her laptop open on the bed. The footage from the camera was streaming live. She had been watching for hours, fast-forward