Novels by JEZZE L

Daisy's POV “You'll stay in here till you learn your lesson." “Please let me out. I'm scared." Nobody comes. Not even Aunt Kathy. I'm all alone again. Mama left me and Papa doesn't love me anymore. ‘*Your mama didn't leave you. You killed her.*' ‘No. I didn't kill mama.’ I hate it. Whatever it is that is in my head. Aunt Kathy calls it Inner Voice but I call it The Devil. ‘*You did. You are a little killer.*’ ‘I didn't kill Mama. I didn't kill mama.’ ‘*You killed her.*’ Drip. Drip. ‘Stop it.’ ‘Please stop. I didn't kill mama.’******** My eyes snap open, accompanied by a painful throb on the side of my head. My eyes dims slightly when the harsh rays of light streams into them. They slowly adjust to the bright light and I become aware of my surroundings. In front of me are two girls, one is a blonde and the other has brunette hair. They look like they're still in their twenties. The one in brunette hair is clutching her arms, and peeking at me anxiously

Daisy's POV I can feel his presence behind me. The familiar scent of leather calling out to me. Begging me to turn and look into his eyes. To run into the comfort of his arms and ask him why? But I don't. He chose Zyla over me, our love and his promises. I ignore him and keep on walking, even though my feet want to turn in his direction. He doesn't stop me or call me back, just watches me leave like a coward or he simply doesn't care. The moment I get into my cubicle, I collapse into my chair. “Do you think the CEO is finally going to send her out?" Whispers make their way to my ears. “I think so. Didn't you see the way she slumped into her seat when she returned from the CEO'S office?” The voices grow louder and the chattering increases in the room. Like the person they're talking about is not sitting right in their midst. "Don't you guys have anything better to do?” A hand slams on the table, sending tremors in the room and the murmurs die down. I glance up

Daisy's POV Two weeks. Fourteen days. I still haven't replied Rome. Every draft either felt too vague, or too desperate or it showed I am not ready yet. Not ready to become a stranger he's forgotten about, even though he's going to be my stepsister's boyfriend and I won't be a stranger but his sister-in-law. Sister-in-law. I'd rather die than hear Rome call me that. “Hey. The president is calling for you." A syrupy sweet voice calls from above me, pulling me out of my thoughts. Dread coils in my stomach and I slowly look up at Carmela, the president's secretary. Her syrupy voice, a contrast to the sharp daggers shooting out of her eyes, as she glares at me. With no real tangible reason if you ask me except, that's a common thing among the Zyla's fandom. I stand up, now aware of the curious eyes on me. It's always like this anytime the President — No, my father — summons me. It's like they're always eagerly waiting for the grand show — Me getting kicked out of t

Daisy's POV “Let's break up." My hands hover on the phone screen. Breakup via text? ‘That's low’ is what I will say — if it was coming from someone else. But he's not someone else. He's Rome Green and he's everything —including being a cheat—, but low? Never. I type out a reply, pressing down the hurt in my chest and the tears that seem to want to escape my eyes. “Why? Is it because of Zyla?" I delete the message. Mentioning Zyla would make me seem jealous. What if she's beside him right now, reading the message? Besides, they don't know that I've found out about them yet. The faint scent of vodka brushes past me, bringing back the memory of that night. The night I caught my boyfriend in bed with my step sister. I throw my head back, brushing off the image of Zyla curled in his laps, while he peppers her head with kisses. He used to do that with me. Before Zyla walked into our lives and stole him from me. Like she and her mum stole my dad, my hous