Novels by Solomon Emmanuel

Alex’s POVThere was a cold undercurrent in the air, the kind that settles in your bones even when everything looks normal on the surface.I watched Sophia as she paced the living room. Her arms were crossed, but her fingers twitched restlessly against her sleeves. This wasn’t the version of her I liked seeing—guarded, tense, calculating. It reminded me of how far we still were from peace, from the life we both silently wanted.She had said the words earlier—“We’re done playing defense”—and I believed her but watching her now, I realized the real war was only beginning.“I’ll go make the calls,” Julian said quietly, pulling out his phone and stepping onto the balcony. Mark followed him out, mumbling something about checking in with Diana, which left me alone with her.“Sophia,” I said, stepping closer. “Sit down.”“I can’t. If I stop moving, I’ll think too much and if I think too much…” Her voice trailed off.“You’ll spiral,” I finished for her. “Yeah. I know.”She paused, finally loo

Sophie’s Pov I looked at the name on my screen and felt like punching him directly through my screen. Damian Romano!That name is something I had thought we had buried. He was friends with Nathan but company issues made them rivals and now, I am being attacked? Was this all part of Nathan’s plan? That he makes a peace treaty but behind the scenes—-he uses Damian as a sign of attack.This is all very confusing.The door to the living room was pulled open as Julian and Mark walked in. I heaved a sigh of relief. This was the most good thing that had happened since the birth of my daughter Liana. “Guess who's back.” Mark said in a high tone, I stood up with a smile as I walked towards them. I gave both of them a hug and they hugged me back.“Welcome back, sorry your vacation had to be cut short.” I said to them.Julian gave me a little smirk, “it's fine. How is the baby doing?” he asked“She is fine. Lina is with Nathan for the weekend and allex is upstairs. Put Liana down for a nap.”

Sophia’s POVThe room was dimly lit, the low hum of Liana’s white-noise machine echoing softly from the nursery. I stood in front of the window in our bedroom, watching the city lights flicker like restless stars. Alex was in the other room, finishing a call with our legal team. The moment we got that email, everything shifted, again.I should’ve felt overwhelmed, but instead, I felt sharp—dangerously awake. Damian Romano thought he could crawl out of the gutter, toss a few lawsuits our way, and scare us into silence?He didn’t know me at all.I wrapped a robe over my nightgown, tightening the belt with a sharp tug. The cold glass against my palm as I leaned toward the window grounded me. A week ago, I was wondering who Liana’s father was. Now I was preparing for another corporate war.At least I knew who I was fighting this time.Alex stepped in a moment later, his expression a tight mask of focus. “Legal’s reviewing the claims. He’s pulling everything he can—emails, old reports, ev

Sophia’s POVThe silence after Nathan left was heavy. Not awkward—just still. The kind that settles like dust after a storm, when you realize the sky isn’t falling anymore.Alex sat back down beside me, his hand instinctively moving to Liana’s back. She was still asleep, a soft bundle of warmth curled against my chest. I leaned into the moment, inhaling the faint scent of her baby shampoo and sterile hospital sheets.“I didn’t think he’d actually come,” Alex said after a while, his voice low.“I think… he needed closure.” My fingers brushed over Liana’s wispy dark curls. “We all did.”Alex didn’t respond right away. He looked at me—not with suspicion or jealousy this time, but with something deeper. Understanding.“Are you okay?” he finally asked.That question. It landed harder than I expected. My eyes burned, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t. There wasn’t enough energy left in me for tears.“I don’t know,” I whispered honestly. “I feel… relieved. And guilty. And sad. All at once.”His h

Nathan POVThe envelope was thicker than I expected, it was plain. No name on the front, just the seal of the hospital in the upper left corner. I stared at it for a long time without moving, my fingers curling and uncurling against the arms of the chair.I wasn’t in an office or a boardroom. I wasn’t facing down investors or legal teams. I was sitting alone in the backseat of a black SUV, the engine running idle outside the hospital, while my entire future hung in the balance of a single document.The driver said nothing, eyes forward. I took a breath, then another, then I opened it.The words were clinical, objective, rows of data, columns I didn’t understand and then, there it was, in bold: Probability of Paternity: 0.00%My vision blurred, zero, not fifty, not ten, not even one. Just… zero.The paper slipped from my hands and fluttered to the floor like a feather. It landed face up, the truth glaring back at me as if mocking everything I’d let myself believe these past months.She

Sophia PovI held her for the first time with trembling arms, her tiny body bundled in a pink blanket, her cries slowly calming as she nestled against my chest. The world around me blurred—doctors and nurses moving, Alex whispering something to one of them, the sound of hospital monitors beeping gently—but all I could see was her. My daughter, my baby girl.She was here.Warm tears slid down my cheeks as I gazed down at her. Her cheeks were rosy, her fingers impossibly small, curled into delicate fists. She blinked up at me with cloudy eyes, and it felt like my heart shattered into a thousand pieces. There was no fear in this moment. No pain, no chaos, just love.Alex sat beside me on the edge of the hospital bed, his eyes glassy, the weight of the last few hours finally settling over him. He reached out, brushing a lock of damp hair from my forehead, and then cupped our daughter's tiny foot in the palm of his hand. He let out a shaky breath.“She’s perfect,” he whispered.“She is,” I