Library Geneva Novels & Stories

I stuttered, “I didn’t know the story about you and Alpha Hunter, Geneva. I had no idea!” “And you just kept ignoring me? All the emails I sent you?! I thought we were friends?!" She yelled at me, her hands curled into fists, and I started to get scared. Geneva was a Delta and came from a bloodline of powerful Alphas. If she attacked me, I would never survive.

That was why, Gineva was looking at her like that. Gineva passed her a small smile, but this smile didn't feel like the reflection of happiness. But rather, it felt the essence of pain. A brutally uncontrollable pain. “You are just like her, Eizlina,” Gineva spoke out. She travelled her eyes back towards the sky, but her words vanished Eizlina's emotions from her face because she understood whom Gineva was talking about. Ivara…Orelia's biological mother and Theron's deceased wife.

“Come in. You’ll want to sit for this.” --- The suite was elegant. A leather armchair faced a low glass table. On it sat a manila folder. Aria didn’t sit. “I didn’t come for games,” she said. “Tell me who you are.” “I’m Geneva,” the woman said quietly. The name hit like a bullet. Sebastian hadn’t lied — not entirely. “You knew he was married,” Aria said coldly. “And you still sent those messages?” Geneva’s expression didn’t waver. “I didn’t do it to hurt you. I did it because you deserve the truth.”

He waved her off and as soon as she did, she made her way back to the kitchen to join Savannah. "What was that?"Geneva asked, dropping his cutleries to fold his arms over his chest while eying Xavier suspiciously. Xavier responded back shaking his head and by then Geneva felt a little bit gladdened and fully relieved. "Better. Cause it would be so great watching you all lovey-dovey with her later on because I would have succeeded at cutting off your balls right before that even get to happen."Geneva threatened, ripping at his bacon, miming how he would tear him into shreds

Letting that settle. Because that’s what Gabriel Hart had done better than anyone. Not erase. Just distract. Just reframe. And now the question wasn’t whether they could fight back. It was whether they could survive being believed too late. Downstairs, Nova pulled Ava into the comms room. “There’s chatter,” she said. “VX is moving something. High-priority security files are being transferred to a new encrypted node cluster in Geneva.” Ava stiffened. “Geneva means PR. Conference circuit.”