Novels by TeeKay

EMMAHThe sound of beeping machines filled the ICU, a sound I hadn’t grown used to despite the hours I had spent here. The cold sterile air clung to my skin as I sat silently at Grandpa Richard’s bedside. He looked pale under the dim lighting, his oxygen mask resting by his side now that the worst had passed. His chest rose slowly, each breath reminding me that despite everything that had shattered, some things still were still worth holding on tomHis hand reached out and gently held mine. I turned to look at him, his eyes looked tired but it had a soft look, almost pleading.“I thought I lost you,” he said, his voice barely a whisper.I swallowed the lump in my throat, offering a faint nod. “You scared me too.”He smiled faintly, the corners of his lips trembling. Then, slowly, he reached under the thin hospital blanket and pulled something from beneath his gown. A small jewellery box.“I’ve been saving this,” he whispered. “For this day.”I didn’t know whether to take it or not, wi

DAMIANThe sun had only just begun to rise, casting a soft glow over the city when the call came. I was already awake, sitting in my study with a cup of untouched coffee cooling on the mahogany desk. My eyes were bloodshot, I had not been able to sleep properly. Since Emmah had left, the house felt colder and emptier. Every time I turned to a corner, I expected to see her there, her fiery eyes, her silence louder than screams.But now, the call that shattered the morning silence had come from one of the housekeepers, her voice trembling with fear.“Sir... It’s Mr. Richards. He collapsed.”I immediately dropped the mug, ceramic shattering on the floor, coffee staining the Persian rug beneath me. My chair screeched backward as I rushed out, my heart thundering in my chest.Minutes later, the mansion was bustling with activity. Paramedics arrived, wheeling Grandpa Richards down the stairs after he had collapsed while trying to get down on his own. His face was pale, almost grey, his brea

EMMAH’S POVThe black Maybach pulled up in front of our mansion so massive it looked like a five star resort. Large gold gates, marble statues, high fountains, none of it felt familiar, even though this was supposed to be home.I barely stepped out before the staff began to gather, lined up like soldiers. Maids, chefs, gardeners, even the security, all bowing slightly as I passed.“Welcome home, Miss Emmah.”The words felt foreign. I’d been called “Emmah Carter,” wife of Damian Wright, a nobody receptionist from a lower class background. But here… here, I was someone else. Someone born into wealth, privilege and power.My shoes clicked against the polished marble floors as I walked into the grand foyer. A chandelier glittered above my head, dripping with crystals like starlight caught in a cage. My heart beat like it wanted to escape my chest.They all looked at me like I was fragile, like I was glass that had been shattered and glued together.I hated that they were right.“Emmah!”T

DAMIAN The house which was usually loud with staff moving about and Emmah’s soft humming from the garden, was totally quiet and the silence pressed in like a suffocating blanket.Grandpa Richard’s jet just landed from his business trip which was wrapped up later than expected. He always rushed home for one reason, his daughter in law, Emmah. The only woman who reminded him of his late wife, kind, soft spoken, strong when necessary, and loyal to a fault. She was the only one who warmed the old man’s heart after years of loss.As he walked into the house, his staff rushed to welcome him.“Welcome back home, Sir Richard,” the butler bowed.“Hmm,” he muttered, brushing past him. “Where’s my Emmah?”The housemaids exchanged subtle, nervous glances, their heads quickly bowing in silence.“Emmah dear?” he called out, this time stopping in the middle of the grand hallway.There was silence.His brows furrowed. That wasn’t normal. Emmah was always the first to greet him, offering him his favo

Damian’s POVI stood by the window of our bedroom, well now just a room with her scent fading out of it watching as she climbed into the back of a sleek black Maybach. My jaw clenched so hard I thought I’d break a tooth. The convoy that followed was no less impressive, a Rolls Royce Ghost, a Bentley, and two matte black SUVs that looked like they were made to carry world leaders.Who the hell was she going to meet?The baby bump she was so careful to hide under that expensive looking coat made everything worse. My wife, my pregnant wife was climbing into a car that costs more than everything I’ve ever owned combined.She didn’t even look back.My hands curled into fists at my sides. What did she mean by leaving like that? Who even sent those cars for her? It sure as hell wasn’t me.I felt a burning flush rise up my neck as my mind raced.Had she found someone else? Was she cheating on me even while pregnant?The image of her delicate hand resting on another man’s arm, of her smiling t

Emmah’s POVI heard his voice echo louder than the ticking clock on the wall.“Once I get her to sign the papers, I can finally be with you. I don’t care about the baby.”I froze.I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. I wasn’t even snooping, or spying. I had just come to bring him lunch, some homemade pasta, the kind he once said reminded him of childhood dinners with his mom. Stupid, I know, but I was trying to be a good wife. I was trying to do my part.But now I stood just outside his office door, the lunch bag still clutched in my hand, my heart crashing in my chest like a drum someone that couldn’t stop beating.And then I heard her voice, light, flirtatious, and cold enough to make my skin crawl.“You’re finally getting rid of that poor girl. What took you so long?”“I never wanted her to begin with,” he said. “It was Grandpa’s idea, not mine.”My breath caught and the hallway suddenly felt smaller, like the walls were closing in on me. I backed away slowly, pressing my palm against my c