Novels by Nimra

Eric’s POVThe conversation I had with my mom regarding marriage has been stuck in my mind now. I haven’t even seen the girl I’m going to marry, let alone spoken to her. Indeed, I trust mom’s choice, at least, better than dad’s. However, a part of me still fears that I might regret my decision later.Anyway. Now that I have given my word to my mom, I can’t back off from it, but I hope for the best.“Sir, everyone is waiting for you at the dining table for dinner,” I hear one of my servants say in a soft tone. I look over my shoulder and give a slight nod before he walks out of my room, leaving the door open.I look forward again, gazing outside my window. Both my hands are stuffed in my trousers’ pockets. Taking a few steps backwards, I advance towards the door and walk out. Then, I descend the straight staircase, walking through the large hallway and finally make it to the dining room.As I get closer to the room, I can hear the chatter and laughter of my family getting louder, makin

Eric’s POVI groan in frustration as I sit on the couch, leaning my head backwards. I’m exhausted as hell after all the work I have done today, all the meetings that I had to attend no matter what. And now, my head is pounding. My shoulders ache.Oh God, my back aches.I look up at the chandelier hanging above me and close my eyes.It hasn’t been a second when I hear someone say, “Sir?”My eyes snap open and I sit straight, only to find one of my servants standing in front of me and holding a glass of water in his hands.He offers me to drink it.“Thank you,” I say, picking up the glass from the plate, and he tucks it beneath his arm.I take a few sips and place it on the table.“Would you like to eat something, sir?”“No,” I say and glance at him. “Is dad home yet?”The servant shakes his head. “No, sir. He’ll be late tonight. He has to attend a few meetings with his clients.”I nod.My father’s life revolves around meetings, dinners and deals. It doesn’t bother me much, though. In fa

Alessia’s POVI fidget my fingers as I sit across my mom’s bed, staring at the wooden floor.“So what do you think?” mom asks. “He sounds like a really good match for you.”I shrug. “I don’t know.”Getting married to begin a new chapter in my life while my mom is struggling doesn’t feel right to me. I’m the only one looking after her, and I can’t rely on my alcoholic father, given everything he has put us through. My brother is currently focused on finding a better job, so he can’t help with the house. Right now, he’s working at a clothing factory and doesn’t make much money.I assume he might have left for his shift already.“Alessia, you know your mom wants the best for you,” Mrs Salvatore interrupts my thoughts and I glance at her.Her face looks calm.She takes a sip of tea from her cup and puts it on the saucer she’s holding with her other hand.“But I can’t leave mom like this,” I mutter, my voice barely audible.“Not even for my sake?” mom says as I make eye contact with her. “

Alessia's POVI rub the dry cloth against the plane surface of the plate and put it in the cabinet. Thankfully it is the last one.I sigh as I wash my hands and then dry them with my apron.I hear the old entrance door of the house creak open, its hinges protesting softly in the quiet afternoon. The sound of footsteps echoes in the hallway, growing closer as they approach the kitchen. Turning around, I see my brother Samuel entering the room, his arms laden with colourful grocery bags. He sets them down with a soft thud on the surface of the dining table, the crinkling of plastic contrasting with the stillness of the space around us.“There you go,” he mutters as he takes a seat at the table.I glance at the grocery. There are four bags in total.“Oh God, Samuel, how much did you spend on this?” I ask as I stroll over the bags and peek inside them.“Do you want me to be honest?” he asks.I blink.“All the money I had,” he shrugs casually as if it isn’t a big deal.“Why?” I ask as I ti

The thought of Andrew not being able to gain much information from Marcellus’ side has vexed me. It makes me wonder if he really is occupied with money laundering or bootlegging. Or he has found out the truth and is playing along to avoid suspicion.I remember when he talked about making alliances in the Dominican Republic. I wonder if he succeeded, since I had told Keith to raise awareness of this among our men residing there. The chances could be fifty percent.That being said, his primary goal shouldn’t be me. Not now, at least.“Zack, are you listening to me?” Dr Richard’s voice tickles my ear.“Yeah,” I make one last stroke with my razor along my jaw.It’s been an hour since I’ve been talking to him through my earbud.“Are you sure? Because your tone doesn’t say so otherwise,” he states honestly. “Is something bothering you?”I open my mouth to speak, but Dr Richards talks again. “Aah, I guess I know. It’s the conversation about Emily we had yesterday, is that correct?”“I suppos

I don’t think Zack was lying about predators being among these wealthy people. I often caught some staring at us; their glare was sharp enough to slice through my soul. At certain moments, I felt paranoid. But Zack looked completely unbothered. Of course, I supposed it wasn’t something new for him.“I hope you enjoyed the meal, Ms Whites,” the waiter grins, earning a smile from me.“I did,” I glance at Zack. He’s standing at the counter and talking with the manager. He had arrived shortly after we were finished eating.The man appears to be in his sixties. His white hair is neatly slicked back, and his white stubble is well-trimmed. He’s wearing a teal suit. I can tell this man must be old, but he possesses attributes of elegance, just like Zack.The manager smiles widely as he and Zack shake hands. And then I look at the waiter again.“Please, visit again,” his dark brown eyes glisten with purity as I nod.“Shall we go now?” I turn around and see Zack standing behind me. He stretches

The sun is shining so brightly today that I feel positive. The atmosphere also feels so friendly that I want to throw off my bedsheet and quickly walk out of the building to take in the morning air.“Ow,” I wince a little as the nurse takes out the needle from the back of my hand and presses the cotton on it to prevent the blood from bleeding out. Then, in a few seconds, she puts on a small round bandage after removing the cotton.“There you go,” she smiles at me.My eyes dart to Zack and Dr Richard talking in the corner. Their voices are barely audible, which makes me curious about the topic they are discussing.I deliberately clear my throat loud enough for them to hear. They both turn to me.“Can I join the conversation?” I raise my shoulders.“Of course, the conversation is about nothing but you,” Dr Richard chuckles as he approaches me. “You know how much Zack cares about you, so he was asking about the precautionary measures you gotta take while the therapy goes on.”“And what a

AT NIGHT…I peek through the door and watch Emily sleep peacefully, which indicates she doesn’t have abdominal pain anymore. I close the door quietly with a soft thud and bring the phone to my ear.“Yeah, she’s asleep,” I tell Keith, who has just been on the call with me.“And what about you? Aren’t you gonna take a nap?” he asks.I walk through the corridor, my leather shoes’ heels click against the smooth marble. The hospital is quiet because of the few people present, most of whom are nurses looking after the patients.“I don’t feel sleepy,” I mutter as I reach the waiting room and take a seat. “Uh…You tell me, how’s everything going there? Any news?”“Nope. Marcellus has been really quiet lately,” he informs me. “Andrew told me that he’s been focusing more on money laundering than plotting against you. He even said he barely speaks about you.”“Huh? Are you sure about that?” I raise a brow.“Yeah, I guess?” he mumbles as if doubting his own words.I know he wouldn’t let go of me l

“A late-night blast ripped through a disused warehouse near the Thames. Detectives believe the sight was used for illegal arms deals between rival crime families,” I mumble to myself as I flip through the newspaper.Ever since I arrived in the United Kingdom with Emily, I feel as if I have lost my touch with the mafia. Except Keith keeps me updated about Marcellus, that’s all. Rest, I don’t know what’s going on.“Cookies?” Richard offers me as he sips on his coffee.“No, thanks,” I shake my head, still focusing on the newspaper.God, the constant chatter of the people makes it hard for me to concentrate on reading the paper.Yeah, I had asked Richard if he would like to come to the cafe with me while Emily has her meal and will probably rest afterwards. Now, here we are, sitting outside the cafe.As I finish my tea, I shove my hands into my pockets, take out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Holding one between my teeth, I light it. Inhaling the smoke once, I instantly pull out by h

Zack sits on the stool, pulling it closer to my bed. His face is looking calm for the first time in a while. But that doesn’t mean that deep down he isn’t stressing himself out. At least, that’s what I think.He rests his hands on the bed, and I move mine on his.“Does it hurt, right now?” he asks, looking at me. “Your stomach?”I shake my head. “I’m fine—” I pause and slightly lean forward.“What?” he shrugs.“Your eyes…Zack, don’t tell me. You were… crying?” I ask, sounding distraught as I notice the redness in his eyes, which normally happens due to crying.“What? No! It’s just…” he chuckles as he rubs his eyes. “Something got in my eyes.”“Oh, yeah?” I raise a brow.“Well, then, your hospital stays will not be more than three days, I guess.”“Don’t change the topic,” I frown at him.On our way to the hospital, Doctor Richard told me that I would only stay in the hospital for a few days. After that, I can come for therapy from home.“Listen to me, Zack, if you stay like this, then I