Novels by Kam.Gi

Daisy's Pov:I slowly come to, my head throbbing and my mouth dry. Peering through a blurry vision I take in my surroundings.I'm in a luxurious bedroom, the curtains are thick and drawn, shrouding the room in shadows. The air is heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and polished wood.I wince as I sit up on the huge bed, swallowing back my nausea. I recall the previous night's events: a handkerchief being pressed into my nose and falling unconscious onto a warm body.Kaiden Nikolaou. The door opens, a maid walks in carrying a tray. The scent of the food tickles my nose and there's a corresponding grumble from my stomach.Noticing I'm awake, she quickly places the tray on the side table and scurries out. I look at the bottle of water placed beside the food, gulping around my parched throat.I don't trust it, it could be drugged. Tearing my eyes away from it, I throw my feet over the bed and stumble towards the door.The door opens, and Kaiden walks in."Hm, you're already on you

CHAPTER 5Daisy's POV:I stand outside Paragon Real Estate, another branch of Kaiden's empire. I must be out of my mind doing this considering I witnessed him kill a man last night, but I guess when you escape such a close call you become a bit reckless. On the bright side, I'm closer to finding out the truth about Callum than I was last week.Straightening my shoulders, I adopt a purposeful stride as I pass through the revolving doors of the building.The hum of activity envelops me. The sharp fluorescent lights illuminate the cubicles and flurry of movement within.The scent of coffee and printer ink greet my nose as I look across the office.I weave through the desks and passing workers and approach a serious looking man who types determinedly at his keyboard."Good morning", I offer him a smile. It goes unnoticed as he remains focused on his computer."I'd like to look at some properties", I increase my voice in the hopes of gaining his attention.He looks up, his face in an annoy

CHAPTER 4.Kaiden's POV:My meeting is rudely interrupted by the door slamming open. A woman rushes in, closing the door behind her.Her gold dress shimmers on her form, illuminating her brown skin as it caresses the curves of her body.I hear her mutter underneath her breath. Around me, my men are frozen in shock. Some are on their feet, their hands poised over their guns, others are seated their face tense.I remain in my seat wondering how this tiny woman was able to evade my guards and find this room.She suddenly stiffens, no doubt hearing the shuffling of my men. Watching her turn slowly, I drag my gaze up her form. The flare of her hips, the dip of her waist.I follow the slender curve of her neck till I find myself locked in a gaze with her.She tears her eyes from mine and her gaze flit around the room. Sweeping over my men, lingering on their guns and poised positions. "Can I help you?", I ask, my voice low and even. I slowly rise to my feet, pinning her with a hardened gaze

CHAPTER 3I sit at the counter, my hands wrapped around a mug of coffee. I rub my palms on the surface of the mug, feeling the heat seep into my palms.I unlock my phone, it opens straight to message from last night. The contact unknown.Blackbird Casino. 9pm. Formal wear.There was also an attachment of pictures showing Kaiden Nikolaou, entering and exiting the casino at different hours. In the pictures, his face is arranged in a stoic mask, his gaze pointed forward. He's cute...too cute for a criminal. He could've easily been a model, why go for organised crime.Seems like he has a thing for coats, as in every picture he's wrapped in one.I can't imagine wearing a coat all day in this summer heat, but do you I guess.I spent the night wracking my brain on who this unknown contact could be. Hardly getting any sleep as I wondered if I would actually go to the Casino.Spoiler alert. I still haven't made up my mind.Shoving it to the back of mind, I stand up from my seat. Placing my mug

CHAPTER 23 Weeks Later.The officer has a firm grip on my arm as he tugs me out of the station. I struggle to pull my arm from his tight hold and try to dig my feet into ground, which doesn’t help much as I continue to be dragged forward.“I just want some answers okay? And I won’t bother you guys anymore.”, I yell at him through gritted teeth as I continue to twist in his grip. His fingers establish a biting hold on my arm as he makes sure that I'm unable to wiggle away. So much for the police being your friend. I’m unceremoniously tossed towards to ground but I catch myself, the gravel digging into painfully into my palms. I dust my hands and knees as I stand.I glare up at him and place my hands on my hips.“That’s not the way to treat a tax paying citizen”, I spit at him, he rewards me with a dry look.“Ma’am, you can’t keep causing a scenes everytime you come here.” He sighs in exasperation as he runs his palm over his face. He plants his feet sturdier on the ground as

CHAPTER 1Callum is dead.I stand in front of his grave as the Priest drones on in the background, tracing his headstone with my eyes. Callum Jones, son, brother and friend.Callum was a constant in my life, we grew up together. Ever since my parents died and my aunt Mercy adopted me.“Are you okay?” Aunt Mercy whispers as she gives me a shaky smile, I should be asking her that same question. She worries about me. I haven’t cried since we heard the news. I just can’t. In place of tears, there’s a weight on my chest that gets heavier each day, and I can hardly breathe through it. I nod a reply to her.The police said it was a drive by shooting. I don’t believe that for a second; who would kill Callum? He was an accountant for goodness sake. Plus, he lived in a really good neighbourhood with tight security. It just doesn’t make any sense.“Daisy”I snap out of my reverie. “Yes”, I choke out. I wrap my arms tightly around myself as the cold chill of loneliness consumes me.Aunt