Novels by Owhgee

Crystal She had asked Amelia to give her a tour of the house. Amelia showed her everywhere, every corner, every polished hallway, every hidden staircase, except the Right Wing.Crystal guessed it must be Ahmad’s quarters, but she didn’t dare ask.Now, sitting in the garden with a book in hand, she felt more peace than she had in the past seven weeks. The air smelled of roses, the fountain trickled softly, and for the first time, she could almost pretend life was normal.She heard a rustling behind her and she turned sharply, expecting to see Amelia but she saw Ahmad instead.Her breath caught in her throat. “Hi” he said, closing the distance between them in two strides.She glanced around quickly, checking if anyone was watching.“Hey,” she replied softly, looking up at him.“How have you been?” He asked, taking her hand.She turned around again, her heart beating loudly against her chest. She shook his hand off and turned to leave.She spun around. “Did Laila tell you anything abou

AmirHe looked around his now-empty office, the silence wrapping around him like a promise. Plans were slowly slotting into place.Crystal. The Al-Fayad mansion. Their legacy.He intended to get her pregnant there, in the house that had birthed generations of power. Just the thought of it filled him with dark excitement. He had waited long enough.Moving with purpose, he strode down the stairs and into the waiting car. Crystal was already inside. She sat quietly, hands folded in her lap, Amelia beside her.They had brought only four staff in total—Amir preferred it that way. Fewer eyes. Fewer tongues. And absolute control.The drive stretched long, the desert sun softening as the car approached the mansion. The Al-Fayad estate rose ahead of them, its towering stone walls and wrought-iron gates standing like a kingdom unto itself. For Crystal, it was the first time she had seen it as Amir’s wife.She didn’t speak as the gates swung open. Her gaze lingered on the intricate steelwork, th

Crystal When Amir left, she collapsed to the floor in shock. Her body trembled, her chest heaving as though she had just survived an attack.She was expecting him to sleep with her, She had braced herself for that. But what had happened, the kiss, harsh and furious, had left her rattled in ways she couldn’t explain.She brought her fingers to her neck. She could still feel his hands around her neck. She could still taste his fury, the bitter edge of jealousy that cut through every movement. He kissed her like he wanted to erase Ahmad from her skin, from her memory, from the air between them.“I can’t bring myself to touch what’s already been tainted." Those words sliced deeper than the kiss they had. She laid down on the bed and all she felt was fear. It was sharp, cold, and suffocating. Not just because of the way he’d kissed her, but because of the silent warning in his eyes.At that moment, she thought of him. Ahmad. His eyes earlier that night, the warmth in them that Amir’s

CrystalThe sight of Amir wheeling his father into the foyer brought instant shivers down her spine. She pulled away from Ahmad immediately, eyes dropping to the floor.She didn't dare meet Amir's eyes as his tone told her that she had gotten herself in a lot of trouble.“Go upstairs now” His voice was harsh, leaving no room for hesitation.Crystal didn’t wait for a second command. She hurried up the stairs, heart pounding, and slipped into her room just as he had instructed. She wanted no part in provoking him further.Amelia peeked into the room a few minutes later. There was fear and worry etched on her face.“Are you okay ma'am?” She asked softly. Crystal was grateful that Amelia, at least, cared for her.“I'm fine, Amelia. Thank you” She replied as coolly as possible. There was a storm brewing inside of her and she didn't want to worry Amelia.“Do you need anything? Are you hungry? Or do you need a bath?” Amelia pressed, still frowning.Crystal gave a small, nervous laugh that d

Crystal She was soaking in the bathtub, preparing for the dinner, when she heard her name. “Crystal!!!” She heard her name being yelled out. That voice was unmistakable . It was Amir. “Who is it?” She asked, already knowing who it was. She was trying to mask the panic setting in. She scrambled for her towel but the door flew open revealing Amir. She froze in her tracks, wide-eyed and bare. She suddenly used her arms to cover her chest. “Remove those hands from your chest, woman. That's my property you're covering”. He thundered, his eyes shamelessly trailing her body as he licked his lips. She immediately dropped her hands to her side, terrified. “Wh…what a..are you doing here” she asked, trembling. “What kind of stupid question is that?” He screamed. “Can't enter my wife's room? Or is it my own house I can't come into anymore?” His eyes were glued to her body. “Can you wait in the living room while I get dressed?” She asked him, flustered with embarrassment. He burst

Crystal Six weeks had passed since she got legally married to Amir Al-fayad. Six weeks since she'd started living in this Mansion prison. Six weeks since she'd last seen him. Everyday felt harder than the last. She followed a strict routine that Amir had laid out for her. Wake up. Breakfast. Garden. Library. Lunch. Siesta. Dinner. Sleep. She was sick of it, but she knew this was only the beginning. The library was her only place of peace, the only space where she could feel some semblance of control. It was there she buried herself in marketing books to make up for the diploma she had abandoned. “Mr. Amir gave strict instructions that you’re not allowed to step outside,” Amelia had said when she asked if she could attend school. Today in particular was abuzz. The entire staff was busy with one thing or another. At 8 a.m., Amelia came into her room carrying two large boxes. “Time for breakfast,” she said as she placed them near the dresser. “What's going on today? Why i