Novels by Nala Rae

Sophie’s povWatching her walk into Wesley’s office made my blood boil. I wasn't done with her. I would make sure the pains she made me pass through….“She is really a slut….” I turned to see Lydia, my handy spy. She is not only obedient to the core but we also have the same interests. Take out Emily.“Did you know that this week she was promoted?” Lydia added. It surprised me because she was just promoted on Monday.“Again?” Lydia nodded, confirming it. “That’s strange….” “Yes, it is but no one is surprised. Everyone knows she sleeps with the president and is friends with his sister, so….” I smirked. That was useful information. I could use that. “ummh, Lydia.” she turned to me, “can you help me with something?”“Yeah, sure, anything.”“I need you to help me check up on the remaini

Emily’s POV The party dragged on like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. Laughter, clinking glasses, flashes from phones as Sophie posed with her perfectly decorated cake and baby-blue balloons. I stood in the corner, swirling my drink as if it were an anchor holding me steady. But I wasn’t steady, not even close. Every time I caught Wesley’s eyes on me across the room, something inside me clenched. He looked like a man who had already won, who had some cruel trick up his sleeve. I hated him for it. I hated that part of me still wanted him to look at me, even if it was with malice. After Sophie’s toast, fake tears, and all the crowd began to thin out. Parents and distant relatives gathered their coats, and the endless stream of Sophie’s influencer friends posted their final stories before tri

Emily’s PovIt was finally time for the day I dreaded—the baby Shower.Even though it had been quite some time since Sophie and Wesley. I knew that something was brewing and it was hot.The office had become a war zone with a lot of fucking responsibilities that landed on my shoulders. Ava has been busy and I knew that but for some reason I avoided her.We barely spoke and I knew I was passing the aggression I had for her brother onto her. Probably it was because she doubted I could shoulder the new responsibility with the one she had already given to me.The baby shower was by 12pm and one would think that I would have backed off but I wanted to go.It had been so long since I saw their fucking faces.My mum, dad….I had left and they had not for once even tried to call or even text me back.It was sick.But what the fuck did I expect

Jace’s POVThe morning after our late-night talk, Emily’s words clung to me like smoke that wouldn’t clear. She had tried to put on a brave face when we parted ways, even laughed over pancakes, but I could see the exhaustion in her eyes, the cracks she didn’t want anyone to notice.She was breaking under the weight Alex had dumped on her, and he didn’t even know it or worse, he did know and didn’t care.That thought gnawed at me as I walked into the sleek glass building that housed the company’s headquarters. I wasn’t an employee, didn’t even belong here, but my last name and my connections gave me enough weight to get past reception with a polite smile and a clipped, “I’m here to see Alexander Hasting. He’ll want to see me.”The receptionist hesitated for a second before calling upstairs. I didn’t miss the flicker of surprise in her eyes when whoever answered told her to let me through.Good. Let him be

Emily’s POVThe city lights blurred past the car window as I rode home, my reflection faintly superimposed over them. My makeup was smudged, my hair falling loose from the bun I had tied it into this morning, and the exhaustion in my eyes was almost comical. Alex’s words still rang in my ears—Tomorrow, we burn the world.He said it like it was that simple, like I wasn’t crumbling under the pressure, like whispers didn’t slice at me every time I walked into the office. He believed in me, I guess, but belief wasn’t armor. It wasn’t enough to stop the suffocating stares or the doubt curling in my chest like smoke.When the cab pulled up in front of my apartment, I found myself hesitating at the door, my hand on the handle. I didn’t want to step into the empty living room, not tonight. Loneliness would press in too easily. What I wanted or needed was someone who’d actually listen.So instead of heading upstairs, I pu

Ava’s POV The silence was deafening. My pulse thundered in my ears as Alex’s voice cut through the door again. “Ava?” Ezra didn’t move. He stood there like some immovable wall of defiance, his jaw clenched, his gaze burning into mine as though daring me to deny him. I shook my head frantically, every instinct screaming that if Alex saw him in here, this would spiral into something we could never undo. “Hide,” I mouthed, pushing the word through stiff lips. He didn’t budge. His stubbornness was infuriating, terrifying, and damn it was thrilling. Another knock, harder this time. “Why is the door locked? Ava, is everything okay?” Panic clawed at my throat. Alex wouldn’t leave until I opened it and Ezra… Ezra was a storm waiting to explode. I stepped closer, grabbing his wrist, lowering my voice