Novels by Mokhethea

Author’s Note!❤️ Hi! You made it. You really made it. First of all, THANK YOU for reading all the way through. Whether you binged this at 3 a.m. under your blanket or kept up with every update like a loyal legend, I’m sending you the biggest virtual hug. This story means so much to me. It’s about love. The kind that isn’t always easy, or perfect, or what you expected—but the kind that’s real. The kind you choose over and over again. If this story touched you, made you cry, made you laugh, or made you yell at your screen—same. 😭😂 So whether you're a McKenzie, an Anushka, a Reyan, or someone still figuring it all out—thank you for being here. I see you. And I love you for it. — [Rae] 🤍

18 Years Later... The house was quiet in that way Anushka had come to treasure—full of life, yet settled. Afternoon light poured in through the tall windows, casting a soft glow over the framed photographs on the hallway wall. She stood in front of one in particular—the one with the garland. Her father, frozen in time, smiling in his signature crisp white kurta, the corner of his eyes crinkled in amusement. A marigold mala had been laid gently across the top of the frame. It had been five years since he passed. She reached up, adjusting one of the garlands so it sat straighter, her fingers brushing against the cool glass. A breath caught in her throat, the kind that never really left. “I hope you see her,” she whispered. “I hope you’re watching.” The front door creaked open and a burst of laughter spilled in—sharp, bright, unmistakably theirs. McKenzie entered first, hair pulled back into a messy bun, basketball tucked under one arm. She kicked off her sneakers without breakin

ANUSHKA’S POV The world looked different on the day we brought him home. I noticed things I hadn’t noticed before—how blue the sky really was, how warm sunlight could feel even through car windows, how every red light felt like an eternity when you had a six-pound miracle in the backseat. McKenzie drove like a retired Formula One driver, one hand tight on the wheel, the other hovering like a shield near Reyan’s carrier. “No one’s even close to us,” I murmured with a smile. “Not taking chances,” she muttered, eyes sharp in the rearview mirror. “These streets are full of amateurs.” I turned to look at him. Our son. Bundled in white, cheeks pink, his head swaying slightly with each bump in the road. His mouth puckered in sleepy protest, his tiny fist peeking out from the wrap like a question mark. Everything in me softened again. My body was sore. My back ached. My stitches tugged every time I breathed too hard—but none of that mattered. Not when he sighed like that. Not

The keys hit the marble floor with a metallic clatter. "Where are the damn keys?" Danelle muttered, half-shouting, as she scrambled across the foyer in bare feet, heart thundering. "I'm fine!" Anushka insisted from the doorway, one hand bracing her belly, the other clutching Aunt Pooja's arm. "It's just a slow trickle. Not a flood." "It's your water breaking, Anushka, not a spilled glass of juice!" Danelle shouted back, finally snatching the keys from under the entryway bench. Her hands were shaking. Karina's voice floated in from upstairs: "Grab the overnight bag! It's in the closet near the nursery!" "I packed it three weeks ago!" Danelle yelled, halfway to the garage now. Anushka groaned, waddling after her with the kind of grace only a nine-months-pregnant woman on the brink of labor could possess. Aunt Pooja jogged beside her, heels clicking. "Did you call the hospital?" Danelle shouted from the car: "I'm calling on the way!" By the time the SUV pulled out of

A few days later... The courtyard of the McKenzie mansion had been transformed into something between a prayer and a dream. Bright marigolds cascaded from the pillars in thick orange garlands, swaying gently in the breeze. Strings of jasmine curled around golden mandap arches, their scent sweet and heady. Clay incense holders released delicate tendrils of sandalwood smoke into the warm afternoon air, mingling with the soft sounds of veena music drifting in the background. At the heart of it all sat Anushka. She was draped in a deep wine-red silk saree, the borders glimmering with antique zari embroidery. Her bare belly—round, full, and radiant—was gently encircled by a soft golden waistband. Bangles shimmered on both arms, her wrists a medley of green, gold, and red. Around her neck sat an heirloom temple choker, heavy with history, and in her coiled bun, tiny strings of fresh mogra flowers peeked through. A red bindi, centered perfectly between her brows, glowed like a third eye u

DANELLE’S POV Four months later..... The double doors of the conference room clicked shut behind me as I exhaled the kind of breath that only quarterly board meetings could suck out of your lungs. “Great job in there, ma’am,” James said, falling into step beside me, his tablet balanced like an extra limb. I gave him a nod, loosening the button on my blazer. “Tell legal I want the paperwork for the Oakland merger on my desk by five. And no spin—just the raw draft. I’ll redline it myself.” “Yes, ma’am. And the delegation from Lagos rescheduled—they’re flying in next Friday.” “Book the suite at the Peninsula for them. Full hospitality.” “Already done.” "Good." The elevator dinged, and we stepped out onto the executive floor—quiet, carpeted and pulsing with the low hum of power that only the top tier ever heard. James kept pace beside me, flipping through his digital calendar. “Also, I confirmed the Q3 audit with Price & Knox. They’re sending someone senior this time,

STEPHEN'S POV “Come in,” I called out, my voice breaking the silence that filled my office when I heard a gentle knock on the door. A bright smile broke across my face as soon as my fiancee stepped through the doorway. Her presence always had a way of brightening my day, even in the midst of the hectic demands of my job. “Hey babe,” she greeted, her voice warm and inviting, as she gracefully made her way toward my desk. I couldn’t help but stand up from my chair, pushing it back slightly, and walked around the table to meet her, eager to close the physical distance between us. “Hey love,” I replied softly, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me. I leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her lips, savoring that brief moment of connection before the weight of the world rushed back into our conversation. “How are you feeling?” Catherine sighed heavily, her breath shuddering as she placed her hands on my chest, her eyes searching mine for reassurance. “I don’t kno

ANNIE'S POV "Do you have any idea just how worried I was about you, huh?" Matilda exclaimed, her brows furrowing in frustration as she scolded me. The concern in her voice was unmistakable. "What if something really bad had happened to you? What on earth would I do without you, huh?" Feeling the heat of shame wash over me, I looked down at my lap, unable to meet her piercing gaze as I mumbled my apology, "I'm sorry." "You are so fucking careless sometimes Annie; I swear, I just can't with you!" she retorted, her voice a mix of disbelief and exasperation. I could see the worry etched across her face, though her anger was evident too. I pouted as I raised my eyes to meet Matilda's. Her expression was stormy, a mixture of anger and profound fear, and I knew I had put her through an ordeal. "I said I was sorry, Mattie! I was lost in thought and didn’t even notice that car behind me until it was almost too late." Matilda let out a heavy sigh, and her demeanor softened just a touch.

STEPHEN's POV The atmosphere in the hospital was one of utter chaos, a frenetic whirlwind of activity as nurses and doctors hurried back and forth, their expressions a mixture of focus and anxiety. The gravity of the queen’s condition had cast a heavy cloud over the entire emergency room. It had been hours since we first began our desperate efforts to stabilize her, and despite our relentless work, the situation was growing increasingly dire. Every passing second felt like an eternity, and the grim reality was that her condition was deteriorating more rapidly than we had anticipated. I could feel beads of perspiration forming on my forehead, dampening my operation scrubs as I navigated the frantic scene alongside my colleagues, Dr. Ryan and Dr. Kerkez, who were equally immersed in the high-stakes battle for Queen Helén's life. “She’s losing a lot of blood,” Dr. Ryan exclaimed, his voice dripping with urgency. “We’ll need at least two to three drips of type O blood group. Nurse! Qu

ANNIE'S POV I was sitting on my knees, naked, with both my arms outstretched and tied to the front posts of the bed with something like a rope. I could hear some movement behind me, but my head could only turn to the side as I tried to look back. My chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, and my whole body felt so hot for some reason. I felt the bed dip behind me, and the next thing I felt was somebody's hard chest pressing flat against my back, with their hand wrapping around my neck while the other caressed and played with my nipples. My back arched, my head falling back on their shoulder, and a throaty moan slipped out of my mouth when something cold pinched my nipples so hard. That certainly hurt, but the wave of pleasure that went through my body because of that left me whimpering and wanting more. I could feel my own wetness spreading between my thighs. "Look at you princess.."A very deep and raspy voice murmured against my ear. His voice alone making me whimper desperately"I

STEPHEN'S POVIt was a struggle to escape from the table with that huge tent in my pants but I managed to sneak away hopefully without anybody noticing it. I hurriedly ascended up the golden staircase to the second floor and then took right, heading towards Catherine's bedroom. Once I reached at her door, I slowly turned the knob and opened it before pushing myself inside. Catherine was sitting on the edge of the bed , one leg crossed over the other. The one on top was peeking through the slit of her glistening black & gold gown dress that she was wearing and I licked my lips as my eyes trailed down the long and sexy leg. Catherine was a very sexy woman. She was tall and had right amount of curves in all right places. Her pretty face was that one that could make every man lose focus and heck don't get me started about the big D-cups that she carried on her chest. Probably the first thing that attracted me to her. I was a sucker for fat boobs and there were without a question my bigge

STEPHEN'S POVI was getting ready in my room for my welcome party that was going to be held at the palace in about an hour, when Lorrine budged in my room unannounced and without so much of a knock on the door This was my fucking room for god's sake. But of course my twin sister didn't care about that obviously. In fact she never cared about anything whatsoever. Her combat boots clicked stubbornly on the tiles as she made her way towards me. I was standing in front of the full-body mirror whilst buttoning up my shirt. I saw through the reflection of the mirror as Lorrine took a stand about few centimeters away from behind me , her hands staffed inside her spiked black leather jacket . Her face remained stoic and emotionless as usual. Lorrine was those Alpha female type of women. She had this dominant aura surrounding her and her tall height ,dark tattoos and menacing , cold grey eyes made her look even more intimidating. She literally looked like someone you shouldn't mess with if y