Novels by Victoria Chiamaka Amadi

Leah sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by balloons, gifts, and laughter. Everyone was present. Her heart was full. She looked around, smiling at every familiar face.Jeremy walked over to her with a drink. "For the queen of the day. Juice, of course."Leah took the glass and grinned. "You're spoiling me.""You deserve more. For carrying not one, but two tiny versions of us."Noah came closer with a plate of puff-puffs. "And for throwing the best baby shower ever.""It was Maggie and Cassandra's idea," Leah said.Maggie raised her hand. "Guilty as charged. We couldn't let you go through this pregnancy without a proper celebration."Cassandra nodded. "We needed something to lift everyone. After all the chaos, this joy is what we all needed."Benita walked up and handed Leah a gift bag. "This is from me and Ivan."Leah smiled at both of them. "You two look good together."Ivan winked. "I guess we are good together."Keira chimed in, arms crossed. "Oh, please. They've been stuck t

The morning sun pushed its light gently through the curtains. It was a quiet, lazy morning, and the birds outside chirped in peace. Leah lay in bed, her back to Jeremy, one hand resting on her slightly rounded belly. She didn’t want to move. Her body felt weak, heavy, and sleepy.Jeremy stirred beside her. He turned and kissed her bare shoulder. “Baby, we need to get ready,” he said softly.Leah groaned. “I don’t feel like going. Can’t we skip today?”Jeremy sat up slowly and smiled at her. “We can’t skip prenatal appointments, Leah. You and our baby need to be checked.”Still, Leah didn’t move.Jeremy got out of bed and gently pulled the blanket off her. “Alright, I’ll help you.”He walked to her side of the bed, slid one hand under her back and the other under her legs, then lifted her up gently like she was made of feathers. Leah held onto his neck, resting her head against his chest.“You’re always doing this,” she murmured sleepily.Jeremy smiled. “I’ll always do it, as long as

“So you and Benita are a thing now?” Keira asked from the doorway, her tone neutral, but her eyes slightly narrowed in curiosity as she leaned against the frame. She watched Ivan zip his travel bag slowly, taking his time as though contemplating her question.Ivan smiled, that crooked, charming smile that used to get him out of trouble even as a boy. “Yeah,” he said simply, shrugging like it was no big deal.Keira gave a soft snort, stepping into the room. “Happy for you. But is that why you're leaving?”Ivan turned to her, raising a brow. “Hey, you've given me nothing but a headache since I got here. Always touching my stuff without permission. You even told me straight up I shouldn't have come back.” He zipped the bag shut and turned to face her fully. “Now that all the danger we feared has been averted, and Leah and Jeremy are officially married and safe, I figured it was time to go back.”“I don’t give headaches, please,” Keira huffed, folding her arms. “And fine, you can go. I g

The sun had begun to dip beneath the horizon, casting a golden hue over the grand wedding venue. Strings of lights twinkled from tree branches, lanterns glowed on white-draped tables, and laughter echoed through the open-air space like music. It was a day Leah had never thought would come—at least not so perfectly. She’d imagined something smaller, quieter, safe from drama and threats. But as she stood beside Jeremy in her flowing ivory gown, his hand resting protectively on the small of her back, she knew that loud and bright was exactly what they needed. After all the darkness, they deserved this joy.“Congratulations!” A voice rang out.Then another. And another.“Leah, you look stunning.”“Jeremy, you lucky man!”“May your union be blessed!”The words came from every direction—family, friends, colleagues, even business partners. Everyone was smiling. Everyone was happy. Glasses clinked, music played, and plates were full. Love was in the air, and Leah felt it with every heartbeat.

The room was quiet again.After the police took Donald's lifeless body away, the air felt lighter—though not entirely free. Something dark and heavy had left, but a few threads of that weight still clung to the silence.Jeremy remained still, his hand on the door, watching the officers disappear down the corridor. Sarah stood by the wall, her body pressed against it like she needed its support to stay upright. Her face looked tired, stained with the tracks of old tears and the relief of new ones. In her arms, little Jalen rested, his small hands fisted tightly as if he sensed the chaos that had just passed.“Thank you,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.Jeremy turned to her. “For what?”“For trusting me. For helping me. For risking your peace to protect a boy you didn’t even know was real.”Jeremy walked toward her and looked down at the child. His expression softened. “I didn’t do it for you. I did it for him.”Sarah smiled sadly, but there was a glow behind her sad

“Hi, Sarah,” Jeremy said, his voice low but clear. His heart beat fast in his chest, but his face showed nothing.Jeremy entered the room with heavy steps. The air was thick, like something dangerous had passed through already. The silence around him wasn’t peaceful. It was quiet in a tense way, like a storm waiting behind a closed door. He had gotten Sarah’s message and, against his better judgment, decided to meet her. The last time he helped her, she betrayed him. She spiked his drink, claimed he had slept with her, and later pretended to be pregnant. The lie almost ruined his life and almost cost him Leah. That kind of mistake shouldn’t have a second chance.Still, here he was.Sarah stood up when she saw him. Her eyes were red, her cheeks wet. But Jeremy didn’t trust tears anymore—not from her. He stayed at the door.“Jeremy,” she said and smiled a sad smile. “Thank you for coming.”Jeremy said nothing about the greeting. He only got straight to the matter.“Your son…” he began