Novels by Jedah

Ophelia's Pov“Guess what, darling?” As soon as I opened the door for Rina to let her in, she had jumped straight into my arms, the bag of what I assumed was food in her hand warming my back immediately it touched.“Ouch.”“You bought dinner from outs—”“No, that's not it. You are not a good guesser.” She pulled away from me.“I wasn't guessing,” I fired, locking the door after she had pulled away.“Guess who spilled coffee on a customer today?”“You.”“Yes, me.” She began bringing everything out from the bag she had brought. “And instead of him yelling at me, he was cool instead. He took my number and gave me crazy cash—which I couldn't resist—and asked if we could meet for a simple, friendly dinner date, which I refused…” Her mouth ran like a tap as she set all the food, drinks and snacks she had brought on the table. “And voila! He turns out to be one of the restaurant owners—my boss. He’s cute but not my type. And why would he take interest in me on my first day at his restaurant

Ophelia's POVI won't let this job slip through my hands that easily. I had gone through the flier, and I took an interest in it. For the first time, I felt determined to do something as I stood in front of the mirror, wanting to look as moral as possible. Grandma’s long old skirt, which was surprisingly fitting, paired with a sweater and boots. My hair was packed in a neat bun, and the whole look gave the image of a perfect wife and mother of three. The kind of mother who wakes up at six to make breakfast for her kids, packs lunch boxes, and in the evening helps her kids with their homework. The kind of woman who always has a comforting smile on her face and the patience of a saint—not that Ophelia.I thought this was the change I needed, but I couldn't stop every bone in me from missing him. Shaking my head as I released a slow sigh, I tucked some strands of hair that had fallen on my face behind my ear, grabbing my folder of forged references I had spent hours on last night to perf

The room was silent; the sound of birds chirping outside and Grandma’s slightly grown trees hitting the window was the only thing that could be heard. The windows were pulled closed because of how freezing the damn weather was. I was in a coat Rina and I had gotten sullenly on our way home from the hospital, no one ready to make a sound.“You know I wouldn’t give you something fake, right? I mean, I love to hate you too much to pull that shit. You need to talk—what do we do with it?” She spread her arms out dramatically, and I knew she was trying her best not to smoke around me after all the rules the doctor had stated before we left. I also wished I could smoke, but I’d be coughing like a fucking asthmatic patient.“Keep it, call Papa, or get… you know, get rid of it.” She whispered the last part, and I feared the first idea. My heart took the lead role in a hand group with her second idea, but a slight hitch—a feeling of disapproval—washed over me at hearing the last one.“What woul

“I need a reasonable explanation as to why you left.” He was standing right in front of me, my emotions a wreck, as I fought back the urge to run into his arms, hug the shit out of him, claim his lips, and ask him how he had been. To raise his shirt and check if his wound had worsened or healed… I can't believe my body reacted so hitched so badly, craving the closeness I could get, but I tried to control whatever feelings were brewing. Like his father had said before I left, this bond was forced, and yes, it is. It was never meant to be. Callum just needed someone to talk some sense into his head.“It’s clear, Cal. I left for good this time. We can’t just keep playing around with you thinking we can make something good out of a forced union.” His hand came to the door, holding it back, caging me. Why can’t he stop doing this to me? Why can’t he stop affecting me? Why can’t I think straight now?“Do you feel like we were just playing around? Our first fucking marriage you left, I knew

Callum's POV“Oh fuck," a low growl escaped my lips as I struggled to get a clear view of where I was… sun ray spilled into the room, so fucking eye-blinding. My throat felt like hot coals had been stuck down. “Fuck…” I cursed.The scent of a woman's perfume filled the room. “Ophelia," I called out with a raspy voice. Ophelia has a natural scent, not this choking ones from chemicals.“Cal…Cal!.” A feminine voice cut through the air, and I got pulled into a suffocating embrace where I lay. Pain slashed through my stomach, and the haze in my eyes lifted a bit. I could finally see the room I was in and noticed the other people gathered around the bed, but the face I wished for wasn't among them. Fear slashed through my soul as I pushed the feminine figure holding me like a crutch away. “Where the fuck is she?"Zaleo, Father, Gabriella, Helena, Tazio, and one of father's trusted doctors, Marco, were present."She doesn't want to see you, but I do. I have been with you for the past five da

Ophelia's POVI don’t know what came into me, I don’t know where this energy came from, but I had just stabbed that woman with a fork I was meant to use in eating my pasta, and now I was running into long corridors as they chased behind me, pulling room doors open to another room until I finally got to one with a slightly open steel door.“Don’t go in there, bitch!!!!”Too late, as I slammed the door shut behind me, locking it with the key also.My chest was beating fast as I slid to the ground, my body sweaty all over as the dizziness hit me once more. My eyes pulled shut, not bothering to check the room I had stumbled into, but I could smell the faint scent of cigarettes. Maybe just a little more deep breath, and I could jump down the window.“You are really biting off more than you can chew, missy…”My breath caught, and my eyes snapped open to find the mastermind standing close to the window, which spilled light into the room. I got back on my feet slowly.“Where do you think you’

“You would work for me. Pick a job in one of my companies, and I’ll pay you double what I pay my workers.” “Tempting.” Who would have thought she’d end up working in one of her husband's companies? Sienna yawned lazily, scanning the stack of job opportunities the Harpers had to offer. Her eyes landed on one of their most prestigious branches—the entertainment industry. The biggest in Texas, it produced some of the most well-known models and actors every year. Acting wasn’t really her thing, and modeling definitely wasn’t, but trying something different for once couldn’t hurt. “Scriptwriting, talent management, costume design... Nah,” she muttered, skimming through the list. Still in her robe, she twirled slowly and headed to the drink cabinet to pour herself a glass of wine—only to gasp when the bottle was snatched from her hand. “We talked about this yesterday, Sienna.” She closed her eyes and let out a sigh, setting the bottle back down. Hot breaths ghosted over her neck. Wheth

“I'll make you regret what you were about to do tonight, Sebastian." She pulled him back as he made to leave, taking the pregnancy report from his hand. “I want to see you try.” He pulled away from her before he left her to the other guests, Siena’s face held a light smile as she watched Erica hurriedly walking towards Sebastian…pouting and cornering him like a puppy. Since no one liked her in the room except Grandfather Harper, she didn't bother starting a conversation with anyone; she didn't need them in her life…she could remember how she always tried to force a conversation, but once she tried, she only got turned into one of the maids, paid with insults… then, she used to love it, thinking they would love her, but nothing was going to change…”Fuck ‘em.” " You saying something, dear?” " Not at all, grandfather,” she smiled, turning to the old man, her drinking buddy. Even in his old age, he still had a lot of alcohol resistance, but here she was, already feeling light-headed wi

Siena walked past Sebastian as he stood in the large foyer. She could feel his gaze on her, and she didn't care… her heels clicking slightly as she found her way to the garage. “What the fuck are you wearing?” She stopped in her tracks, turning to meet his gaze, her hand going around her stomach, staring at him from behind her dark shades. “Clothes… do they look like something else to you?" She pulled off the glasses, raising a brow. “Or have you never seen a woman dressed like this before, hubby?" She twirled slowly, air grazing her lower back, which was bare—the gown only clung to her back from the butt down. A dangerously low-back design that made her tempting as sin, hugging her moderate, milk-white chest in need of a man's touch—but not Sebastian’s. Her future ex-husband once she divorced him. That’s why she needed to show off this much skin so she could get a man later. “You do not dress like this, Siena." She could feel his anger from where she stood as she slowly moved bac

Siena was getting on his nerves. Now, he saw every reason to divorce her—but not yet, not when she had wounded his ego far too much. He stared down at his suit, now stained with her vomit, his jaw tightening. Her mouth was slightly parted as he placed her on the bed. "You can leave, Sir. We’ll take care of Mrs.—" "No. I’ll do whatever she needs myself." He knew how she had secretly craved him for so long, but now she resented his touch. He somehow hoped it was just an act—a ploy to get his attention. Well, if that was the case, he would make her even madder when she woke up. She would find out that he had stripped her and taken her to the shower himself to rid her of the stench of alcohol. His jaw clenched as he recalled the guy at the club—the one who had his hands on his fucking wife. And when he had come to get her, she had asked him to let go. Let go? He scoffed at the thought as he began undressing her. His breath grew heavier with each inch of skin that was exposed, his hands

"We are sorry, ma'am, it's the boss’s order." Siena knew Sebastian hadn't been coming home, and she had cursed at him because she thought she knew who he would be with—Erica; she was his source of comfort. And now he had her...his baby mama—locked in a room for a whole week with two guards at her doorstep. “Oh, he thinks he gets to control my life because I am carrying his child. Then let's see what he will do about this." Siena walked back into the room, and the guards only had to watch intently as she made her way to the wardrobe, where she began pulling out all the bed sheets she had and tying them together until they formed a really long rope. “Mama is just gonna take you for a little flight.” She rubbed her still flat stomach with a smile of mischief in her eyes. The guards’ eyes suddenly widened as they rushed to her, but before they could get to her, she had run to the balcony, hurling the rope she had created with the sheets down. “Mrs. Harper." One of them caught her wri

"Sebastian!!” The tension was too much for Siena to handle. She wanted a normal divorce rather than going through all this stress. What was Sebastian trying to do? He never valued her, he never talked to her. She thought him kissing her was like he was asked to taste shit to survive, but now he was doing all these things she had once fantasized about. She thought she had a skin disease or his skin would react to touching her, but here he was with his arms around her. She pulled away from him before she could burst into bitter tears in front of so many people, running away without caring what the world would call her. HARPER CO. Sebastian's hand clicked on the mahogany desk in front of him, the man he had sent for walking into the president suite as he closed the door behind him. “I have informed all major companies not to accept her job application, sir.” “Did you inform them of the consequences?” Sebastian asked, a playful smile dancing smoothly on his lips. He wanted to break her