Novels by Olaoluwa

Lila slammed her laptop shut.Every article, every photo Karen’s face was everywhere. Her name, her company, her so called perfect CEO boyfriend. Lila could hardly scroll without choking on it.“She’s not smarter than me,” she muttered, pacing her room. “She just got lucky. Right place, right time.”Delilah peeked in. “What are you yelling about now?”“She’s making us look like trash,” Lila snapped. “People are saying I’m Karen Blake’s half-sister. Like I’m the extra.”Delilah folded her arms. “Then stop sitting here sulking and do something.”Lila’s eyes narrowed. “Like what?”Delilah smirked. “Karen’s built her world on image. Tear that down, and she’s nothing.”Lila picked up her phone.Maybe it was time the world heard a different version of Karen Blake’s story.Meanwhile, Karen was in a meeting at Frost Tech, presenting the next campaign to the marketing team. She was poised, confident completely unaware of the shadows circling her name.As the room cleared, Henry stepped in. His

Two days after the press conference, Karen was trending. Not because she wore a designer dress or had a powerful man at her side but because she spoke like a woman who owned every inch of her story. The article headlines ranged from "From Coffee Girl to Corporate Queen" to "Karen Blake-Frost: The CEO the Industry Didn't See Coming." But the one that struck her most? “She didn’t inherit the name she made it.”* Karen stared at that headline in Mia’s apartment, her best friend practically bouncing on the couch beside her. “You’re officially a brand,” Mia grinned. “Do you want to cry or hire a publicist?” Karen laughed, covering her face. “Both. Maybe scream a little too.” “Henry’s out there defending you like a royal guard,” Mia added. “His interview on Frost Finance was basically him saying ‘if you touch her, you deal with me.’” Karen shook her head. “He didn’t have to do that.” “Exactly. That’s why it matters.” Meanwhile, Henry sat with Evelyn in the Frost estate’s private s

Karen didn’t expect the letter. It was handwritten, delivered by private courier to Frost Tech, sealed with her father’s initials.She sat at her office desk, staring at the heavy envelope. Her instincts told her to shred it. Her curiosity told her to open it.She chose curiosity.Karen,I saw you at the gala. You’ve become someone the world respects. I won’t lie part of me wishes I had seen this in you sooner. But the truth is, I was afraid. Afraid that you’d outgrow the small life I carved out for you. And you did.I would like to talk. Just us. No stepmother. No Lila. If only for a few minutes.DadKaren read it twice. She didn’t feel touched. She felt… conflicted.Because guilt dressed up in ink still carried the same betrayal.That night, she told Henry about the letter.“Will you go?” he asked.“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I don’t need closure. But maybe I need to make it clear that he’s not part of my story anymore.”Henry nodded. “Then make your boundaries. Not his.”The nex

As the black car carrying Henry and Karen disappeared into the night, Lila stood near the ballroom entrance, arms folded, lips curled in thought.She wasn’t just bitter anymore.She was intrigued.Henry Frost wasn’t just rich he was magnetic, poised, and completely devoted to Karen. That devotion was something Lila had never known. Not from anyone.And watching it sparked something darker in her.“He doesn’t belong to her,” she muttered under her breath.Her mother appeared beside her, sipping the last of her champagne. “Don’t be foolish. That man wouldn’t even look your way.”Lila’s eyes narrowed. “You think so?”“She’s got something you never had,” her mother said coldly. “Substance.”Lila said nothing. But deep in her mind, a plan was already blooming. Not because she loved Henry she didn’t.But because taking him would wound Karen.And for someone like Lila, that was reason enough.Meanwhile, back at Henry’s penthouse, Karen slipped out of her heels and sighed, walking barefoot to

The gala hall shimmered in gold and silver, a sea of influential faces moving beneath chandeliers like stars. Cameras flashed, champagne flowed, and every conversation buzzed with hidden agendas dressed in silk and diamonds. Karen stood beside Henry, dressed in an elegant black gown that whispered power with every step. Her presence didn’t just catch attention it commanded it. As they greeted board members and CEOs, Evelyn Frost stood at the far end of the room, watching with quiet pride. She leaned on her cane, speaking softly to an old friend. “She’s holding her own,” the woman observed. “She’s not just holding,” Evelyn said, “She’s rising. And she’s not doing it through anyone’s shadow.” Meanwhile, at a table near the back, Henry’s cousin Nathan sipped whiskey and muttered, “First she spills coffee. Now she runs the board?” His father, a Frost uncle rarely seen in public gave him a sharp look. “Better learn something from her instead of whining about it. Henry chose wisely.”

The boardroom was colder than usual.Not in temperature but in tension.Karen sat beside Henry at the long glass table, her folder crisp, her expression unreadable. This was the first time she’d been formally invited to sit in on a Frost Tech board meeting not as a guest, not as a scandal, but as a power in her own right.Across from her, some of the older board members exchanged glances. A few still doubted. A few feared. One or two, quietly, admired.Evelyn Frost entered last, her cane echoing off the floor as she walked with purpose. She took her seat at the head not because she ran the company, but because people still leaned when she leaned.“Shall we begin?” she asked dryly.Henry opened with a brief update on public trust, internal reforms, and upcoming innovations. Then he turned to Karen.“She’ll walk you through the new proposal on ethical partnerships,” he said. “This was her initiative.”Karen stood. Calm. Clear.She explained the vetting framework she and Mia had created