Novels by Danielle

Gabriel's POV "The operation was successful," Miguel announced with a sigh of relief, and my heart leaped for joy. "Does that mean they're on their way?" I questioned, my heart beating erratically with a strange mix of joy and dread. Miguel nodded affirmatively. "Yes, they are. The culprits are on their way to the station too. Why do you seem so... uneasy?" "It's nothing," I lied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I guess I'm just so happy that we came out on top." That was a big lie. The truth was I wasn't ready to see them. Not Joyce. Not Adrian. Not even Rafael. The thought of facing them, of seeing Joyce’s eyes—eyes that once held so much love but now only reflected betrayal—made my stomach churn. I wanted to be as far away as possible. Meeting me might ruin her newfound happiness and I didn't want that to happen. I wanted her to be happy while erasing every memory of me in her head. I had caused her so much pain. I had been a shadow cast over her past; I refused to b

Adrian's POV"We are?" Torres questioned, his face etched with shock as he stared at my computer screen with keen eyes. "How's that even possible?""Story for another day," I said dismissively, looking out the window. "It seems the men I demanded for are on their way. We should head there too.""Wait a minute," Torres raised a finger to stop me. "I think someone is coming heading our way."As if on cue, a shadow emerged from the dimly lit alleyway. Madrileño stepped into view, his dark clothing blending with the night, his tanned skin faintly illuminated by the passing streetlights. His expression was unreadable, but his purposeful stride spoke volumes."Why are you here?" I questioned with much curiosity in my voice and a frown on my face. "I thought we agreed on you leading the men.""I am leading them," Madrileno replied confidently. "I just came to let you know of something so that you can be prepared.""What's that?" I asked, refusing to beat around the bush. "Spill it out, so yo

Adrian's POV"Then we go after him," I said. "Let's head to the airport now!"Torres nodded, already speaking into the radio.He cocked his gun. "Time to end this."With that, We all rushed back and jumped into the van, peeling off into the night.I picked up the radio and connected to Miguel."Keep us posted. We're heading to the airport now," I stated."If we don't catch up with him now, we won't be able to find Joyce and Rafael," Torres sighed, revealing the bitter truth, his voice laced with discomfort and urgency as he looked out the window. "It might take years to find them if we lose this opportunity.""Positive thoughts and words only, Torres," I scolded, calling him by his name for the first time. I was annoyed with Daniel's close escape. I still hadn't come to terms with the fact that he had betrayed me after so many years of service to Santoria Industries.The fact that he knew everything about Rafael and Joyce meant he had been working with the enemy for years. Who knows? H

Lionel's POV"Ugh... You don't have to be so timid with me. I know what women like you are capable of," I scoffed, hoping for a reaction.Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She jus sat here like a statue. I cast her a side glance.She was sitting next to me with a stiff posture and a face void of any emotions. After my men caught her trying to escape, it was as if an icy shell had formed around her. She hardly spoke and rarely reacted to anything I said or was happening around her. Her questioning had ceased, and I couldn't predict her next move.It was disturbing. I exhaled through my nose, unsatisfied. Was she planning something? Had she truly accepted her fate? The fire in her eyes had become dull and unreadable. Her facial expression was indifferent like she had accepted her fate. I hated it. I wanted her to rebel against me. It was much more pleasurable that way. Her facial expression was indifferent like she had accepted her fate.Save for the small hum of the engine and the regu

Adrian's POV"You both made mistakes. You're both in the wrong," I rebuked. "You should work on yourselves instead of taking your anger out on each other. Don’t know how you plan to fix this mess, but remember—we’re all in this together. Whether you like it or not, we have a common goal."The room fell to a heavy silence. Gabe let his breath out in a slow hiss as he leaned against the warm sheets of the bed. Madrileño ran a hand over his face, still breathing sharp and unevenly. Part of me did think their little fight was somewhat amusing, but I needed to be the voice of reason here. I had to be the mature one."I'm sorry," Gabriel mumbled. Everyone turned to him in shock. Gabriel was not one to apologize. "I'm sorry I killed your child. I shouldn't blame you for my mistakes. I should have never gotten married to that bitch, and I'm going to keep on regretting it for the rest of my life."Madrileño’s jaw tightened, hands flexed at his sides. His lips parted as if he wanted to argue

Adrian's POVHaving this innate ability to sense danger, or detect a person's aura, is part of being a shrewd businessman, which not everybody could understand save the people concerned. It was an instinct sired from long years of high-stakes negotiations and betrayals, something that most people just wouldn't understand unless they lived in this world.Gabriel had it. So did I.And right now, every alarm inside me was going off as I watched him stare Madrileño down, his body rigid with restrained fury.The cell's air was thick with unsaid words and stress. Gabriel could already tell something was off with Madrileno. I could sense their mutual hostility suffocating the air between us.Madrileño was standing stiff, his jaw clenched tightly and Gabriel was seated on the edge of his bed with fingers tightly clenched into fists. Well, whatever their issues were could be sorted out after everything had been settled."So what exactly is it you found?" I asked, my expectant gaze fixed on Iva

Celia questioned if her clothing wasn't too much for the event as she examined herself for the fifth time in as little as one minute. She wore a beautiful rose coloured dress. Silver heels finished off her outfit, and her hair was set in a messy bun, emphasizing her lovely, long neck. Ralph decided to go check how Celia was doing in her room since she was taking too long to prepare for his dad's meeting. It took him a while to convince her that everything would be OK, and declining his invitation would be seen as suspicious. Knocking on her door, he came in and looked for her. “You alive in here? We’re not meeting royalty...” he cut off, eyes drawn to the dressing mirror, where an unexpected sight caught him by surprise. He approached slowly, wondering who the woman was—this couldn't be Celia. The reflection sharpened as he approached, and to his astonishment, it was surely her. Fuck, he had never seen her dressed this way before."You look breathtaking, Celia. I was wondering what

"Marco, stop, please," Rebecca begged, pushing him away with all her strength.Marco held back, staring at Rebecca with concern, did he hurt her somewhere he wasn't aware of?"Becca are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Marco asked, waiting patiently for her reply, which might be good or bad.Geez, there's no getting through this guy, is there? As much as she likes her new nickname, she wasn't ready for any distraction whatsoever.She was sitting on her bed a few minutes ago thinking deeply about her next move on Silva and Ralph before he interrupted her, and now he's trying to distract her the most.The touch of Marco's hand, rubbing her lower lip, jolted her back to reality. She hated the look in his eyes if he was going to wait till eternity until she provided him with an answer."No, I'm just tired and I want to be alone. I just want my space for the meantime," Rebecca replied, avoiding his steady gaze."What are you thinking of because I like to be in your own space, Becca, I wouldn't b

"How many days do we have left before Don calls? We really should get this over with and give him the news he wants," Laurent asked between puffs of smoke coming out of his mouth, staring at the Cuban cigar in his hand as if it held the secrets on how to bring down Ralph.It looked as if he believed that staring at the Cuban cigar long enough might reveal some hidden wisdom to him—might help him with the mission he had failed to accomplish for months now, going around in circles.The fact that they had a time frame to execute their plan before this fucking Don called didn't help matters either. The ruthless man was all over the place, barking out commands like a trained police dog.Did he blame Don for his mess? No. Was his mess created by Laurent himself? Yes. Would he rise to power once again and devise a way to usurp Don from gaining control over his life? Yes.That's why he had been fucking busy these days, and the only thing he could see was the mission before him—even on his p

Ralph entered the hospital, which looked busier to him than it did during the day. The emergency at the front door made him want to throw up, and he covered his nose as the smell of blood hit him.Accidents do seem to go on, don't they? He wondered about the fate of the victim's family should death come to the victim. Quickly, he took the elevator and then went to their floor.With his heart beating fast in anticipation, he had no clue what to expect in the ward he was about to enter. After a heavy breath, he swiped his card through the door and gently opened it.. Because the door did not make any strange sounds, his mind was eased.His mouth opened as he saw how the room was covered with balloons and the "Happy Anniversary to Us" banners. His heart clenched with pain as his eyes went in the direction of the bed. The two people on it were sleeping—Silva was lying with her back to him, but he knew she scowled when she slept, and Celia was sleeping on her small bed.He walked silently to

Ralph stood by the glass windows, trying hard to control himself. He was supposed to meet a supposed Mr. Dan at noon, and it's already two in the afternoon.The meeting had been set to seal a deal that had been offered to him online. He had his doubts about the whole thing, but was willing to give it the benefit of the doubt because his secretary was the one who actually recommended the business to him."How long do we need to wait until he comes?" Ralph asked in a terse voice, the fear of doubt clawing up his hands as he held tightly to his sleeves."His number is not going through, sir. I contacted him last night about the meeting today. Told him not to come late, and I swear he assured me of his coming," Victor, his secretary replied, closing the door after him."This is past two, Victor. Past fucking two. I had to postpone other important meetings today—meetings you were fully aware of—because of this so-called deal. And now Mr Dan or whatever his name is, is nowhere to be found.

Marco was hiding behind the swimming pool, waiting for Rebecca to come out, staring at her from his end. He would have loved to join her in the pool if Laurent didn't decide to stay at home today of all days. Gritting his teeth, he groaned in displeasure at the sight he couldn't touch. He knew he wasn't focusing on the real assignment at hand but he couldn't concentrate when he hadn't grabbed what his heart desired. Rebecca was acting more of a bitch especially when Laurent is around, backing orders at him while Laurent said nothing about it. He decided that since he couldn't tame his girl by himself, he will do that for him. Rebecca came out of the pool, dripping wet from head to toe. The first thing that greeted her was the cold air making the ground cold against her feet with each step she took. She dried her hair with a towel, wrapping it around her head to stop the water dripping down her body while she took another one to cover herself. Putting on her footwear she walked to th