Novels by Jammydee

Julian’s expression darkened at once. His hands twitched with the urge to strike her, but he forced himself to hold back in front of her family.“Do not be stubborn.” He lowered his voice with effort. “Let us talk properly. Come with me. We will have dinner together.”Aria looked at him in silence. If she had never learned of his betrayal, his coaxing might still have softened her. Now she felt nothing. She had no desire to go anywhere with him. Yet when she noticed Sofia’s tight, displeased expression, a thought formed.Let me see what my dear half-sister does next.“All right,” Aria said. “I will come with you.”Julian smirked, already tasting victory. Handling her had always been easy. “Then let us go.”He extended his hand.The moment Aria placed her fingers in his, Sofia let out a soft whimper.“My stomach hurts.” She swayed slightly and clutched her abdomen.Julian shoved Aria’s hand aside and rushed to Sofia. “What is wrong? Why are you in pain?” He wrapped an arm around her an

Aria froze as her pulse jumped. No matter how strained her relationship with her father had become, the news still shook her. She did not waste a second. She ran straight toward the emergency unit.Nurses hurried past carrying charts. Aria stopped one of them. “Where is my father? How serious is his condition?”“He was assaulted, but it is not life-threatening. Dr. Hayes is treating him now.”Relief loosened something in her chest. His injuries were not as critical as she had feared.“He is in trauma room three.”“Thank you.”Aria walked to the room and pushed the door open. The sight that met her stopped her cold.Vincent lay on the bed. His face was so swollen she could barely recognize him.She had expected broken bones, bruised ribs, and cuts. What she saw went far beyond that.His cheeks were puffed and misshapen. One eye was nearly swollen shut. Dark bruises covered his jaw. His lips were split and stained with dried blood. Someone had used him as a punching bag with deliberate

Dante stood at the window with the phone pressed to his ear. His sharp gaze moved across the street through a narrow gap in the curtains.Rafael’s voice came through the line, steady and serious. “I finished the background check. Aria Kane, daughter of Vincent Kane. She lost her mother when she was nine.”Dante’s jaw tightened. Something unfamiliar pulled at his chest. He had lost his own mother at a young age as well. He still remembered the exact moment the doctors announced she was gone. From that day forward life had shown him no mercy.No one had comforted him. No one had taken his hand or offered him shelter. He had learned to survive alone on the streets. Violence had molded him. Softness had become a foreign language. Warmth was something he no longer received from anyone.Beneath the hard exterior the lonely, frightened child still existed, buried and silenced. Hearing that Aria had suffered the same loss at such a young age dragged something raw and long-buried to the surfac

What did you just say? Breakup?” Julian’s voice rose in shock. “No. I refuse.”He grabbed her hand at once. “Is this because I raised my voice last night? I am sorry. I will never shout at you again. Do not speak of ending things.”He pulled her against his chest.“Let go of me,” Aria demanded, pushing against him.He held on. “You must be exhausted from working late. You are not thinking straight. Take some time off. Let me take you somewhere nice.”He cupped her face. “We can go shopping. I will buy whatever you want.”“I do not need anything.” She forced his hands away and stepped back, putting clear space between them. “Do not come here again. Leave.”Julian stared at her as if he could not believe what he was hearing. This was the same woman who used to cling to him, call him every hour, and wait for his messages. She had loved him with complete devotion.Why would she suddenly demand a breakup?“Aria, stop acting like a child,” he said, his tone turning cold. He clearly believed

Knock-Knock...Moments later, the sound of the door knocking filled the air.He went to open the door. A familiar face appeared."Dominic!" the man breathed out, his gaze scanning him from head to toe. Relief flooded his features as he saw him alive, on his feet. "Hell, man, you scared me."He pulled him into a tight embrace.Dominic winced. "You are crushing me," he muttered through his clenched teeth.Lucas stepped back. "Sorry. I just... The car exploded, and you disappeared. I found nothing. I was scared.""I am not that easy to kill." Dominic looked around. "Come in."The door shut behind them."Tell me no one noticed you entering," Dominic’s tone was cold."I made you. No one noticed me."Dominic settled onto the sofa, gesturing Lucas to take his seat."Marco declared you dead within hours," Lucas informed as he sat down. "The syndicate is in chaos. Half of the men are waiting for the confirmation, while the other half," he paused, hesitating, "they’ve sided with Marco."Dominic

Silence filled the apartment. Aria stood torn between two impossible choices. As a doctor she knew how serious his injuries could become and how badly he needed proper hospital care. At the same time she could not dismiss the warning in his words.If someone truly wanted him dead, any public place would place a target on his back the moment he appeared.“Please,” he said quietly. “Right now I cannot trust anyone except you.”The statement unsettled her more than she wanted to admit. She remained silent, turning the options over in her mind.“You are a doctor,” he added. “I know you will not let me die.”Aria had no answer. She could not decide. What if his condition grew worse? Was the risk worth taking?Her thoughts raced. Then her gaze fell on an old scar near his collarbone and she went still. It looked like the mark of a knife. Another scar on his left shoulder caught her attention next. That one was the clear trail of a bullet graze.Ordinary men did not carry scars like those.W