Novels by BIG DADDY

NIKOLAI "The medical team is fully assembled, Don Martello," Dr. Pedro said, adjusting his glasses as he snapped his leather briefcase shut. "The facility on the lower level is completely sterile. The moment the girl’s bloodwork clears, we can proceed with the embryo transfer."I didn't turn away from the floor-to-ceiling glass window of my study. Outside, dusk had settled over the day, painting the sky in shades of charcoal and gray."Is the success rate guaranteed?" I asked. My voice was a flat, devoid of the impatience rattling around inside my chest."Nothing in medicine is guaranteed, sir," Pedro replied cautiously, his voice dropping."However, given the pristine cryogenic preservation of the late Lady Isabella’s eggs and the candidate's exceptional physical health, the probability of a successful implantation is over eighty percent.""Make it a hundred," I commanded quietly, stepping back from the glass. "You have all the resources in the world. I don't pay for probabilities,

RHEATwo bodyguards fell into step behind me, blocking any thought of me running. I had no choice but to follow his tall, imposing frame through the double wooden doors of the mansion.The interior was magnificent, marble floors, high ceilings with crystal chandeliers, and grand oil paintings hanging on dark walls. But there was no warmth here. No personal photos, no cozy furniture. It felt cold, sterile, and quiet as a tomb.Nikolai led me up a grand spiral staircase and down a long, dimly lit hallway. He stopped in front of a door at the very end.He turned the handle, pushed the door open, and stepped aside."This will be your room," he said coldly.I walked past him into the space. The room was big, featuring a king-sized bed, a fireplace, a private balcony, and a bathroom. It was far grander than anything I had ever slept in, yet it felt completely lifeless."You will stay here until I decide otherwise," Nikolai added from the doorway.I turned back to face him, frowning. "Wait.

RHEA.The low rumble of the private jet’s engines vibrated through the floorboards…Outside the window, there was nothing but a sea of black clouds and endless ocean. Inside, the cabin was a palace of polished wood, white leather, and suffocating luxury.I sat curled up in the corner of a massive plush seat, my hands pulled tight into the sleeves of my oversized, water soaked sweater. On my left hand, the diamond ring felt heavy. Unnatural. It was a golden leash, reminding me with every small turn of my wrist that I no longer belonged to myself.Across the aisle, Nikolai Martello sat in absolute silence.He hadn't said a single word since we boarded the plane two hours ago. A laptop was open on his lap, the soft blue light from the screen accentuating the hard lines of his jaw and the sharp bridge of his nose. His dark eyes flicked across lines of code and financial figures with terrifying focus. He looked like a normal, ultra wealthy businessman working late into the night.But I kne

RHEA.My father sold me for one hundred million dollars.I didn't know that was my price until I heard the clink of glass against glass in the dimly lit study, followed by my father Enzo Donovan’s light, careless laugh."She's pure, Nikolai," my father said, his voice dripping with fake affection. "Never been touched. No boyfriend, no drama. She'll give you whatever you want."I stood frozen in the hallway, my fingers digging into the wooden frame of the door. The air in my chest burned, but I didn't dare exhale.He’s talking about me…I knew my father didn't love me. Ever since my mother died giving birth to me, I had been nothing more than an ugly reminder of what he lost. When he married Sheila my mother's best friend two years later, I became a maid in my own home. My stepmother hated me, and her daughter, Rosabella, took pleasure in making my life a living hell. For twenty-five years, I swallowed their insults, cleaned their messes, and kept my mouth shut, praying for the day I c