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 POV ~Night approached with haste while I waited for him to arrive.Dinner was ready, but no one touched a plate until he did. The rules were unwritten but sacred. I sat stiffly, my eyes glued to the wall, tracing the shadows as the clock ticked in steady defiance of my nerves.“You’re still here?” Lisa asked, settling beside me on the hallway bench.I turned to her, feigning calm. “He told me to sort his documents for the meeting, but I couldn’t do them without him present,” I lied quickly.“Oh, okay. I’m just waiting for him to serve his dinner,” she replied, glancing at the untouched dishes.We sat in silence. Her presence grounded me a bit, but my mind was already spiraling.Where is he?Why is he late?Sebastian had never stayed out this late, especially not on a weekend.Had he found someone else?Someone more... pleasing?The questions swirled like a storm, every tick of the clock pounding into my skull like a warning.Then, thirty minutes later, the main entrance doo

~ Helen’s POV ~He left me all tensed up—my body wound tight like a wire strung too taut. Every nerve buzzed under my skin. She's a damn jacuzzi down there, bubbling, aching, and desperate for more of him. My nipples stayed pointed and hard, shamelessly exposed under the breast tube. I wasn’t just turned on—I was ignited, still riding the aftershocks of a man who lit me like wildfire and walked away like it was nothing.When Asha said he wanted to see me, I paused, heart pounding, breath caught. Why would he want to see me? I jumped out of whatever sleep state I was floating in and made my way to him—no questions asked, only hope and heat and a hundred dreams surging inside me.To be honest, if someone had told me a year ago that Sebastian Hartley—that Sebastian—would not only share a bed with me, but be inside me, I would have laughed in their face. Loudly. Rudely. That kind of fantasy didn’t belong to girls like me. Not in real life. But since the moment I first saw him, something i

~ Sebastian's POV ~She left?Did I do something wrong?I walked out to see if I could spot her around, but she wasn’t there.Her rhythmic moans lingered in my mind, echoing down the quiet hallway.Her expression with every thrust. The way she arched her back as I moved inside her. The way she bit her lips in pleasure. It all played vividly in my head.Finally, I’ve had a taste of her—one I’ll never forget.Making her mine is my goal, and I intend to achieve it quickly.Hard to admit, but Mena was right. I really did need to cool off. Fate brought her back into my life, and I’d be a fool to let her slip away again.“Breakfast is ready, sir,” a soft yet cautious voice said, pulling me out of my thoughts.I turned around slowly. It was one of the housekeepers. I didn’t know her name, but I knew she worked here.I only concern myself with those I need to: Lisa the chef, Zara the gardener, and of course, my Helen.Her gaze was fixed on the floor as she stood waiting for my response.“I’ll

~ Helen's POV ~I woke up with a deep sense of satisfaction.My legs felt numb, and a dull ache spread across my body—a soreness that reminded me of every moment from last night.Then I saw him.Sebastian.Lying beside me, one arm stretched toward the warmth of my body, his breathing slow and peaceful. His hair was a beautiful mess, tousled in a way that made him even more irresistibly handsome.Last night had been a whirlwind of heat, passion, and longing.It happened faster than I imagined, but every touch, every thrust, filled me completely—claiming every part of me.In a single night, all my hidden desires were brought to life.I had never been loved that way before. Ryker handled me roughly, leaving me bruised and bitter, filled with regret and anger.But this? This was different.The soreness I felt now wasn’t painful—it was satisfying. Deep, overwhelming satisfaction surged through me, far stronger than any physical ache.I tried to sit up, but my core was too sore to hold my w

~ Helen’s POV ~Test strip?Huh?I stared at her, confused.“Do you have a test strip?” she asked again, her tone sharper this time.“No, I don’t,” I answered, sitting upright. “What’s the issue?”But before she could reply, everything faded—and I woke up with a jolt.Lisa was tapping my feet gently. “Mrs. Hartley wants to see us now..”Huh?I'm reliving this day?Déjà vu.I blinked hard, my breath catching in my throat. This wasn’t just a dream—it felt too real. My mind slipped into two as,Everything unfolded just as in my dream: Mr. and Mrs. Hartley leaving for their vacation, Mena’s condencesion, the nurse leaving….everything was the same.Except Zara.And Sebastian.While I helped prepare avocado toast with Muna and set the dining table, When I went to Sebastian’s room to inform him about breakfast, he was already dressed in a dark tailored suit, ready for the day.Not half naked.He glanced at me—eyes unreadable—but said nothing.Not even a nod.I swallowed the knot forming in

~ Helen’s POV ~A gentle tap on my feet woke me up.My eyes fluttered open, adjusting slowly to the soft morning light, only to meet Lisa’s face staring down at me.“Good morning,” I murmured, my voice groggy.“Mrs. Hartley wants to see us. Now.” Her expression was deadpan, unreadable as always.I sat up slowly and nodded, pushing the covers off. A yawn escaped my lips as I reached for my phone on the bedside table.6:30 a.m.What could she possibly want at this hour?Is something wrong?My mind, as usual, wasted no time spiraling into a series of what-ifs. I quickly brushed my teeth and got dressed, not wanting to be late for whatever awaited us.By the time I got to the living hall, everyone was already gathered. Not just Mrs. Hartley, but the whole Hartley family.Lisa stood beside me, and I stood quietly next to her. The others were lined up too, all wearing faint, sleepy smiles. We greeted in unison.“Good morning!” Mrs. Hartley responded warmly.She was dressed impeccably, sitti