Novels by Zelly

Izzy’s POVEach chicken breast, soaked in rich curry, was deeply satisfying.My stomach growled with the first bite—it was like my unborn child wanted to snatch it straight off the plate. The crispy, spiced aroma wrapped around me like a warm blanket.One bite turned into another, and before I realized it, the plate was wiped clean.Then, my eyes lifted—and met his. Jordan.He looked stunned. His eyes and expression didn’t even bother to hide it.I grabbed the glass of orange juice and blinked at the emptiness. It was gone. I must’ve downed it while eating.“Are you satisfied now?” Jordan asked, a mocking smirk tugging at his lips.I nodded and rose to my feet.The moment I stood, it felt like the food was circulating through every corner of my body.Damn, it was so good.I let Jordan take the lead—after all, he knew the way.“Settled?” Roshan asked as we entered the study.“Yes,” I responded.I took the contract booklet and began flipping through—my mind alert, my brain engaged.“Rul

ROSHAN There she was, standing right in front of me, just as I expected.Her eyes bored into mine, like I held the key to her survival. She was the perfect candidate for this—educated, well-mannered—though we’d had a rough night.I studied her closely, feeling Jordan’s gaze on me.Why was he even here?He cleared his throat, breaking the silence.“Come in,” he said, acting all welcoming, like he owned the study.“And you are?” Isabella asked, her gaze shifting from me to him.Her attitude—so imposing, yet sharp, intellectual.“Have a seat,” I said, finally breaking the silence.She hesitated but then sat down, her posture rigid.“I’m Jordan. His right-hand man,” Jordan introduced himself, still recovering from the shock of her presence.“Nice to meet you too,” she replied, a smirk spreading across her face.“Now, straight to business,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “This is the contract. Read through it carefully and sign where due. Your payment is outlined, along with other guidin

IZZYStepping out of the ICU, I found Mr. Khan waiting outside. I informed him that I was leaving before walking away.I hailed a taxi to the café where Roshan had proposed the contract marriage.I know you must be wondering why, but I have no other choice. I can’t let my aunt die—she’s all I have.The drive to the café was a blur. When the car finally came to a stop, I paid the chauffeur and hurried inside to retrieve Roshan’s business card, which I had left behind.When I reached the table where we had sat, it was empty. The waiters must have taken the card when they cleared the table. I approached one of them and asked about it. He directed me to the manager, who had taken possession of the card.“Good day, I was directed to you by one of the waiters regarding a business card that was found on table four earlier today,” I said to the manager.“Oh yes, you can have it,” he replied, extending the card to me.I took the card from his hands with a grateful smile.Taking a few steps awa

IZZYI sat still, his gaze locked onto mine—like he could hear my thoughts.“I see the shock on your face—it’s impossible to hide,” he said, reclining into his chair.Of course.I’m stunned. The father of my unborn child is proposing marriage.“If I may ask, why do you need to marry me?” I probed, my fingers making air quotes.He smirked, his gaze still locked onto mine as he responded. “I need a wife, and you need money for your Aunt Willow’s treatment.”How did he know that?My stomach dropped. He isn’t just offering me marriage—he’s using my desperation as leverage.“Don’t beat yourself up. I did my research,” he deadpanned. “I need a wife, and you need money.”“You expect me to marry you just because I’m desperate?” I gritted my teeth.Roshan exhaled, his fingers tapping against the smooth, polished tabletop. “I expect you to agree to this because it benefits us both. We sign a contract, stay married for a year, and then go our separate ways.”A contract marriage?Oh boy, could my

IZZY. I stared at my bank account balance. My gut churned. The figures were a cold, unforgiving red. I was so broke, it wasn’t even funny. Two days. It had been two days since the nursing home informed me that I needed to pay fifty thousand dollars for Winnie's surgery.And I was no further along on finding a solution than I was that night.Instead, I was underpaid. Overworked. Cheated on. Pregnant. And now, I was going to lose the one person I had in my life. Could things get any worse? Literally on cue, Hannah's sharp heels clicked on the office floor, each stomp getting louder. I sighed. Here we go.Hannah was beside my desk, arms crossed, lips pursed into that classic smirk. "Did you finish the projections report?"Shit.I shut my eyes for a brief moment. I had completely forgotten.I sighed and looked up. "I— I haven't had a chance to do it yet. I've been juggling a lot—“"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Hannah interrupted, rolling her eyes. "Just do it. I've been waiting, and y

ROSHAN. I was in a foul mood.The kind that made people scramble out of my way as I stalked into the towering headquarters of Armen Corps.I was already on edge after losing two hundred thousand dollars because some incompetent manager at one of the branches had screwed up an important deal. Now, my entire day was ruined, and I was itching to tear into someone. As I strode through the marble-floored lobby, Jordan fell into step beside me, effortlessly matching my pace. My Chief Operating Officer. My right-hand man and, arguably, the only person in the company who could speak to me without watching his words. “You’re late,” Jordan said, glancing at his Rolex. I grunted. “Bad morning.” “I figured,” Jordan replied dryly. “Your face looks like you’re about to kill someone.” I didn’t bother denying it. Jordan exhaled. “You might want to reel it in. The board wants to see you.” My scowl deepened. “What now?” “They didn’t say,” Jordan shrugged, adjusting his suit cuffs. “But

Helen’s POVThe sight before me knocked the breath out of my lungs.There—right in the middle of the guest bathroom—stood Zara, completely naked, bent over the marble sink while Mali, one of Mena’s bodyguards, pounded into her from behind like a man possessed. Her moans echoed off the tiled walls, wild and uninhibited, as if she didn’t have a single care in the world.“Oh God—yes, like that—just like that!” she cried, her voice raw with pleasure.I stood frozen, my hand still on the doorknob, too stunned to even blink. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t believe what the hell I was seeing.Innocent, soft-spoken Zara—the girl who blushed when you said the word "sex"—was being fucked like a pornstar. Her wrists were pinned behind her back, her body arched and submissive, and on the floor lay a pink dildo discarded like a toy no longer needed, replaced now by a very real, very aggressive Mali.And he wasn’t going easy on her. He drove into her with the full force of his body, grunt

Helen’s POVThe sun had mellowed into a golden hue as I finished dusting off the last corner of Mena’s room. Needing to clear my head, I slipped outside into the garden, letting the breeze tease strands of hair from my bun. The scent of hibiscus and fresh soil wrapped around me like a calming veil.Ahead, Lisa and Zara were perched on one of the benches beneath the swaying jacaranda. Their laughter carried softly, light and carefree.“Hey, guys,” I called out, walking over.Lisa looked up first. “Hey, Helen. Looks like someone’s free at last.”Zara shuffled slightly to her left, patting the space beside her. “Come sit.”I joined them, exhaling. “You both seemed deep in something before I interrupted.”“Oh, just teasing Zara,” Lisa said, her grin stretching mischievously. “Apparently, she has a little thing for Mr. Sebastian.”The name hit me like a slap.Sebastian?Zara flushed instantly. “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t know what it is—whenever he’s near, something stirs. I just.

Sebastian’s POVThe meeting wrapped up in a flash. Dad seemed pleased, nodding in agreement with every suggestion and conclusion I made.Once it was over, I headed back to my office. As the acting manager and soon-to-be CEO, my workload was ridiculous. The board meeting was nothing compared to the mountain of tasks awaiting my attention on the desk. The sheer volume of things to do was overwhelming, but it came with the territory.Dad had already entrusted me with major responsibilities, both locally and overseas. It wasn’t a burden—if anything, it was a reminder that soon, the Hartley Group of Companies would be mine to run entirely."I've sorted the files by priority. Though... they all need your signature," Mike said, pulling me back to the mountain of paperwork in front of me.Oh, great. The stack was almost sky-high. Not surprising—I had been away for nearly three weeks, and Mike had traveled with me, leaving no one to handle the backlog.I sighed heavily and picked up the first

Sebastian’s POVSeeing her first thing in the morning brought an odd joy to my chest.I wanted to see her more often. Luckily, my wish was granted—she’d taken Nora’s place in catering to my room.Nora’s a fine ass, no doubt. But she’s not as compelling as her.Her curves were more prominent than Nora’s. And her voice—damn, it did me dirty.I actually wanted to make a move on her, but I held back—not wanting to give the wrong impression.The way she shut her eyes like she wanted it too...Her waist in my grip, and there she was, just a breath away.I wanted to—but I didn’t.I didn’t want to scare her away.She lingered a second too long when our skin brushed. Her chest rose and fell, like she was trying to keep herself in check. I noticed. Every damn second.The faint scent of jasmine on her skin hit me harder than it should have.She glanced up, lips slightly parted, as if... as if she was daring me.But I turned away, cursing myself under my breath.The board meeting starts in thirty

Helen’s POVYesterday, my thoughts were wild, but I had to lock them away. I’m here to earn a living—nothing more.I got out of bed, ready to start my day with work vibes only. I rushed into the bathroom, had my bath, and got dressed in my uniform—ready for the day.Before leaving, I decided to give Ashley a call.I was supposed to call her last night, but my imagination did me dirty. Foolish, how on the first day of seeing Sebastian in person, I was already tripping.But not anymore.I reached for my phone and gave Ashley a call.On the first ring, she answered.“Hey, big sis. Good morning,” she greeted, her voice laced with joy.“Good morning, cutie. How was your night?”“It was short, but okay though,” she responded.“How so?” I asked.“I was up till the early hours reading.”Yes. I’m impressed.The fact that she was also giving her all to achieve her dreams brought a proud smile to my face.“Alright, study well. I’m off to work. If you need anything, send me a text.”“Okay. Take c

Elena's POVTall. Brooding. Dark-haired, with an expression carved in marble. His suit molded perfectly to his body, and the air shifted as he stepped in, commanding presence without a word.Mrs. Hartley rose to her feet and wrapped her arms around him. “My darling.”He returned the hug briefly, then his gaze moved—and locked onto mine.My stomach fluttered.For reasons unknown, my heart skipped a beat. His eyes, perfectly carved eyebrows, dark hair, red small lips, and a perfect jawline...He is beautiful.He’s way more handsome in person.I’ve never seen beauty like his.It’s safe to say he’s pretty. I mean, those chiseled features did justice to his divine face.Sebastian and Mrs. Hartley exchanged pleasantries for a while—while I just stood there, admiring him.Joyful screams filled the living hall as Mena caught sight of Sebastian.I was stunned. So she could be joyful?I’m truly amazed.She threw herself on him for a hug, and he hugged her tightly.“You were coming home and didn