Novels by Ufuoma Mark

Ama glanced up and spotted Bethany a few feet away, her mouth agape in disbelief. It was clear Bethany had seen her speaking with Liam, and with a sigh, Ama strode over to her.Bethany sprang into action with a barrage of questions. “Was that Liam Barker?”“Yeah,” Ama replied curtly, clearly aware that Bethany knew the answer already.“And he was talking to you?” Confusion flickered across Bethany's face.Annoyance prickled at Ama; the way Bethany questioned the conversation implied it was unfathomable that Liam would speak to her. She shot Bethany an exasperated look.Bethany, sensing the tension, raised her hands defensively. “What I meant to ask was why he was talking to you.”“Nothing much—just asking how my first day is going. We should head back to the servant hall,” Ama noted, pushing her cart forward and taking in Bethany's astonished expression.Bethany hurried after her, “But why would he be interested in your first day? Liam usually doesn't involve himself with the servant

Ama gently pushed open the black double doors that led to the room, her breath catching in her throat at the stunning sight before her. The decor held a captivating dark aura that felt both intimidating and intriguing.As she surveyed the space, her mind turned to the Blackwood family. Grayson Blackwood was the only one who came to mind as the possible creator of such an imposing environment. Realization washed over her; of course, this was his room. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it sooner.Grayson had brought her in to work for him, and it was only natural that she would be given the responsibility of cleaning his personal suite. A shiver coursed through her at the thought of the tasks he might expect of her—she felt the weight of knowing she couldn’t refuse any request from him or his family.As she moved through the room, she decided to take a little tour. Since she was here, she figured she might as well explore the private quarters of a billionaire. Each corner of th

They pulled into the Blackwood mansion, and as Ama stepped out of the car, she noticed Liam waiting for her by the door. He offered a reassuring smile as he escorted her inside, while Chadwick quietly made his way in a different direction.As Ama stepped inside, she felt a wave of unfamiliarity wash over her. The grand decorations from the previous night had disappeared, replaced by a stark, empty hall. The tables, chairs, and stage were all gone, leaving just a vast and plain space that felt overwhelmingly bare.An older woman approached them, and Liam introduced her as the head maid responsible for Ama. Something was commanding about the woman, but Ama hoped that she would also be approachable.After handing Ama over to Madame Rachel, Liam's departure left her feeling oddly solitary, even with the presence of an established figure by her side.“From now on, you will address me as Madame Rachel,” the woman instructed, her tone leaving little room for argument. “I expect you to listen

Ama lay in bed that night, her mind racing as she replayed the events of the evening—how she had effectively dug her own grave. Grayson’s words echoed in her ears; she was to become both a servant in his family’s home and his personal spy. It was a grim choice: comply or face a perilous end. The thought of leaving her sister, Olivia, alone in this world chilled her to the bone. Their mother was barely capable of caring for herself, let alone caring for Olivia.Still, the thought of abandoning Olivia without a steady income gnawed at her conscience. So, with a heavy heart, she had agreed to Grayson’s terms, securing his promise to send her weekly wages to her sister. Because that had been the reason for her desperate theft of the necklace in the first place. To her surprise, Grayson had readily acquiesced, his agreement hanging in the air like an unexpected lifeline. Afterward, he had let her leave, assuring her that they would meet again soon. Ama couldn't quite grasp why he had simp

Ama stepped out of the hall, forcing her feet to move calmly despite the frantic pounding of her heart. She had spun a hasty excuse for Sebastian, claiming an emergency had come up that required her to leave. Now, she made her way toward the back room where the auction items were stored—a secret she had stumbled upon when she was trying to find her way back. She had witnessed men carefully placing art pieces inside, their manager overseeing the operation with a watchful eye. As she lingered unnoticed, a sense of purpose washed over her. She recalled the breathtaking necklace from the film Mr. Reynolds had shown her; it had been mesmerizing on screen, but in reality, it was simply stunning.Glancing over her shoulder, Ama ensured no one was approaching and slipped inside the dimly lit room. The gravity of her actions hit her hard. She hadn’t thought this through—what was her plan? Peering from her hiding spot, she spotted a lone man in the room. A relieved sigh escaped her lips; she

Grayson glanced down at the determined brown-haired woman who had just collided with him. He recognized her from the diner a few days prior, and she happened to be his brother's date tonight.She wore a striking red dress, the slit running up to her knee, showcasing her long legs. The deep v-neck hinted at allure without crossing the line into inappropriate territory. It was a simple dress, yet it exuded confidence and elegance.“Sorry I didn't see you there,” she said, finally finding her voice.“Clearly,” Grayson replied, his annoyance evident.His mood had already soured after a discussion with one of the men he had sent to investigate the incident from his last trip. They had turned up nothing about the man who had tried to kill him; it was as if the guy had vanished into thin air.“Well, I should head back to the hall,” she said, avoiding his gaze.Just as she attempted to step away, he called out, “You know who I am, right?”“What,” she stammered, clearly struggling to conjure a