The Dilemma: A Novel Novels & Stories

“The business is a steppingstone to get back into pack life. I needed the funds and he who shall not be named forced my hand when it came down to it.” “From what I recall, his offer landed you this gem,” Joanne winked at me, and I almost doubted that she knew anything was amiss. She was a damn good actress. James lets out a low growl, slamming his fists atop the table, startling both of us, “It’s just a shame she’s a Red.” Fear trickled down my spine at the sudden outburst and the anger radiating off of his body. “She is not at fault for the family she was born into,” Dante grits out angrily, sliding into the booth just as the kitchen staff deliver food to the table.

It wasn’t casual. It was deliberate. And dangerous. I chewed the inside of my cheek, trying to ground myself, but the more I pushed it away, the more it pressed in. Not yet, he had said. Not a no. Not a dismissal. A promise. The problem was, my body believed it already. My mind wanted to deny it. And my heart… my heart was caught somewhere in between, replaying the brush of his hand until it didn’t feel accidental at all. I inhaled sharply, forcing myself to grab the nearest invoice and study it, anchoring myself to black ink on white paper. Numbers. Facts. Fraud. Proof I could chase. Proof I could use.

With no way out, he had to ride in the same car. Now, I realized why he was so nervous that entire time and why he kept urging me to drive slower. Ashley fell to her knees, crying, "Felix, why would you do this?" Why? I had a good guess. A few months ago, Felix had borrowed money from loan sharks to feed his gambling habit. He couldn't repay them and came begging me for help, but I had no money to give him. When I advised him to turn himself in to the police, he fell to his knees and pleaded, "Please, Sean. You can't report this. If the police get involved, my life is over. They'll break my arms. Please help me, Sean."

And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk. The mistress died, pointing all the evidence to Sebastian. And only Angela could save her husband. Secret after secrets starting to reveal. A dilemma that their so-called perfect family is just lingering at the corner. Waiting to unfold. How can Angela cope up with all of these? Is her love enough to protect, her family? A struggle of a wife who vowed in the altar. 'Till death do us apart.'

and I hit send. He started typing back almost immediately. “No time for that. I need your help; we really need your help” I frowned in rage. After five years, he was only texting me back because he needed my help? Bastard. “We are in grave danger and at this point you are the only one who can help us. Please, it's urgent. I can’t talk for long. I know you have lots of questions, I understand, but please sister, don’t refuse me” Help with what exactly? Anyways I don’t give a damn,

Novah's POV It had been a month since I started working with Riana and I must say I had a lot of experience already. Apart from his cold demeanor and sudden switch of characters to a psychopath, I had no issues with him. But notwithstanding, I still couldn't help but to think about the question he has asked concerning Bishop’s paternity. All thanks to Dexter for his timely intervention, otherwise, I had no answer to give to him and of course, he was going to get furious with me.

I was actually proud of her for not denying everything that we had earlier spoken about. “Question number two: are you my husband’s mistress and have you been sleeping with him in this house?” I asked. She took a minute to answer the question, while my husband looked terrified and shocked. He looked petrified, like I had caught him right where I wanted him, in a trap. After much hesitation, Anna replied, “Yes, it’s true. I mean, he’s the one who hired me, though. So don’t come at me. Go after him,” she said, defending herself. I smiled satisfactorily, while glaring at my husband, who looked like he had seen a ghost. He was so confused and was at a loss for words.

I did it for us. "I'm not being selfish," he replied earnestly. "This decision isn't just for me, it's for both of us. Your father's condition has deteriorated, and he now has kidney failure. He needs dialysis, which you can't afford weekly, let alone the cost of a kidney transplant. That's why I believe this is the best choice for all of us." He moved closer, placing both hands on my shoulders as he spoke. As he finished talking, my eyes were watered as tears flowed through my cheek. Hmm, I don't even know what to do, what decision I should take. This dilemma that I am in I don't know the choice to make. Endrick looked at me with pity.

“Tell me, how did you get to know that symbol?” My voice is hoarse with rage, and Dawn knows. She jerks. “What’s the problem, Dima?” “Answer me?” I demand, holding her gaze. “I saw it in a book some time ago.” She admits. How can it be a book? No! It should have been on someone’s body and I swear I'll leave my horny ass and leave here to find that person and when I do, I’ll kill them. “Just a book?” “Yes, I swear…”

It was here, surrounded by shelves of leather-bound books and the faint scent of aged whiskey, that Duncan found himself facing the most consequential decision of his life. The events with the proposed marriage leading up to this moment had unfolded with a relentless inevitability, like pieces on a chessboard moving towards an uncertain endgame. Duncan's health scare had been the catalyst, a sharp reminder of his mortality and the fragility of the empire he had built. For years, he had navigated the treacherous waters of the underworld with cunning and ruthlessness, building alliances and crushing adversaries with equal measure. But now, faced with the prospect of his mortality, he found him