Novels by FAVOUR DICKSON

The hospital room was silent. Isabella stood beside the window, staring at the city lights. Her mother's final secret. Those words had been haunting her since Daniel spoke them. "What secret?" she finally asked. Daniel closed his eyes. "Margaret Williams left behind a will." Alexander's expression changed. "A will?" Daniel nodded weakly. "Not an ordinary will. It contains the truth about the Blackwood fortune." Alexander stepped closer. "What does my uncle have to do with it?" Daniel swallowed. "Victor Blackwood has been trying to find that document for years." Isabella turned. "Why?" Daniel looked at her. "Because your mother was the only person who knew who truly owned the Blackwood empire." Alexander's jaw tightened. "My father built that empire." Daniel shook his head. "Your father was only the public face of it." The room fell silent. Alexander's eyes darkened. "Explain." Daniel took a deep breath. "Twenty-five years ago, Victor and your father were inv

The gunshot echoed across the bridge. "Daniel!" Isabella screamed as the man collapsed onto the cold pavement. Alexander pulled her behind his black car, shielding her body with his own. "Stay down!" Another bullet struck the windshield. Isabella trembled. "He's bleeding! Alexander, we have to help him!" Alexander glanced toward Daniel. The man was lying motionless, blood spreading across his black coat. "James!" Alexander shouted into his phone. "I need an ambulance at the old bridge. Now!" He ended the call and looked at Isabella. "Don't move." But she was already crawling toward Daniel. "Isabella!" She ignored him. Daniel's eyes were barely open. "Please..." he whispered. Isabella grabbed his hand. "Who did this to you?" Daniel struggled to speak. "Clara..." His eyes closed. Isabella's blood ran cold. Clara. The woman who had smiled at her during dinner. The woman who knew Alexander's past. The woman who had threatened their marriage. "Why would Clara sh

The gunshot shattered the silence of Blackwood Mansion. Isabella screamed. "Alexander!" The lights went out completely. For a moment, darkness swallowed the entire mansion. Then came the sound of hurried footsteps. "Isabella!" Alexander's voice thundered through the hallway. "Where are you?" "I'm here!" A strong hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. She gasped. "Don't scream," a familiar voice whispered. Alexander. He pulled her behind him as another gunshot echoed through the mansion. "Stay close to me." Isabella clutched his arm. "What is happening?" "I don't know yet." His voice was cold, but his grip on her hand was firm. A security guard rushed toward them. "Mr. Blackwood! Someone has breached the east entrance!" Alexander's expression hardened. "Lock down the mansion. Nobody leaves." "Yes, sir." Alexander turned toward Isabella. "Go to my office. Lock the door." She shook her head. "I'm not leaving you." His eyes met hers. For a brief moment, something sof

The mansion had never felt so cold. Isabella stood at the top of the staircase, her fingers gripping the railing as she stared at the woman standing in the grand living room. Long brown hair. Pale skin. A pair of familiar eyes. Victoria. The woman Alexander had loved. The woman Isabella had spent the last few days trying to understand. And the woman who had just claimed to be her biological mother. "Isabella." Victoria's voice trembled. The sound of her name coming from the woman's lips made Isabella's chest tighten. She slowly descended the staircase. "You're Victoria?" The woman nodded, tears gathering in her eyes. "Yes." "You're the woman in the portrait?" "Yes, darling." Isabella stopped several feet away. "Don't call me that." Victoria flinched. "I understand." "No, you don't." Isabella's voice cracked. "You don't get to disappear for years and suddenly call me your daughter." Victoria lowered her head. "I never wanted to leave you." "Then why did you?"

Isabella stood in front of the bedroom mirror, staring at her reflection. Her eyes were swollen from crying. Everything she had believed about her family was falling apart. Her mother hadn't died in an accident. Alexander had been at the scene. And now, somehow, she was connected to a child Victoria had given birth to five years ago. None of it made sense. She wiped her tears and walked toward the wardrobe. She needed something to distract herself. As she opened a drawer, a small velvet box fell onto the floor. Isabella frowned. She had never seen it before. The box was old, its edges worn from years of use. She picked it up and opened it. Inside was a silver necklace with a tiny heart-shaped pendant. Beneath it lay a folded piece of paper. Her fingers trembled as she unfolded it. My darling Isabella, If you ever discover this box, it means the truth has finally found its way to you. There are things I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid. You are my daughter in ev

"Isabella, open the door."Alexander's voice came from the other side.She quickly slipped the photograph beneath her pillow before opening the door.Alexander stood there with his hands inside his trousers' pockets."We need to talk.""About what?""About the phone call you received this afternoon."Isabella's heart skipped."How did you know about that?""Did you honestly think I wouldn't find out?"She folded her arms."You're monitoring me now?""I'm protecting you.""There's a difference between protecting someone and controlling their life."Alexander ignored her."Did the woman tell you anything?"Isabella studied his face."Why are you so interested in Victoria?"His jaw tightened."Because she's supposed to be dead.""But she's not."He stepped closer."Isabella, I need you to tell me exactly what she said.""She told me to leave this house."Alexander's expression darkened."And you believed her?""I don't know what to believe anymore."He stared at her for a moment.Then hi