Novels by Yinkus Dollar

"The Fake Mrs. Cross.""The Bitter Ex-Wife."Her face, plastered across the screen in a cruel montage of images, seemed to mock her, each one more invasive than the last. The angles were unflattering, the moments captured in private, moments she never wanted anyone to see.Simeon, who had been sitting beside her, his small legs curled up on the couch, suddenly bolted from the room, his tiny hands covering his ears. He ran to the couch in the corner and buried himself beneath a blanket, as if hiding from the harsh world outside. Mimi’s heart sank as she heard the muffled sobs from under the fabric.She wanted to go to him, to pull him close and reassure him, but she was paralyzed. The screen kept flashing with cruel headlines, slashing at her with their sharp words.She had always known that stepping away from James would bring consequences, but she hadn’t prepared for this. This wasn’t just about her. It was about everything she had ever stood for. Her marriage, her identity, now bein

"Mimi! Mimi! Are you really leaving James? Will your marriage end because of this? With piercing and accusatory comments, the reporters yelled.Mimi remained silent. She was unable to. She was limited to walking, one step at a time, her gaze focused on the road ahead, the elevator doors getting closer by the second. The security officers stood on either side of them, their bulk forming a barrier between them and the onlookers. However, the incessant, blazing questions persisted even after that.Simeon's face was white and marked with bewilderment as he glanced up at her. "Mom? Why are they posing those questions to you?The knot in her throat grew as she swallowed forcefully. Her voice was tight as she murmured, "Just keep walking, sweetheart." She didn't know the answers. Not for him. Not for herself. All she had to do was get them out. Get out of this nightmare.The doors of the elevator slid silently shut with a final shove, and they were inside. Mimi let out a breath, but it was s

Mimi's heart hammered in her chest as she watched Simeon charge toward the front of the room, his small fists shaking furiously. Before she could even notice the movement, he threw the cake box forward, causing its contents to tumble out with a horrible splash. The once-perfect, silky frosting splattered across the glass divider, the crimson icing streaming down in blood-like jagged patterns.There was a startled stillness in the room. As Mimi watched the mess unfold in slow time, her breath stopped in her throat as the cake slid down the surface. Every second felt like it was dragging on as the insanity of the moment took hold. The smooth, immaculate walls of the boardroom suddenly appeared to be a harsh parody of the reality that was collapsing.Simeon stood motionless, his little face twisted with the unfiltered emotion of a child who had just seen something innocent destroyed. His chest ached as he gazed at the devastation he had caused—the remains of a party transformed into an u

The applause started as soon as she entered the lobby; it was gradual at first, but it seemed to be planned. It was a deafening sound. The intense light from the rapidly flashing cameras was blinding, reflecting off the glass walls and gleaming floors.the woman's chest constricted. In a manner she was unable to describe, she felt vulnerable and exposed, as if every eye in the room was on her, observing, assessing. They weren't waiting for her, though. Simeon's tiny voice was hardly audible as he pulled at her sleeve.“What’s going on, Mom?”Her fingers trembled a little as she tightened her grip on his. She glanced around, but for a brief time, the crowd appeared to thin out, and there he was—James, standing in the middle of the room, his arms out wide as though to greet her, a smile on his face.However, it wasn't James who left her speechless. It was the woman next to him, her palm lightly resting on his breast, her smile premeditated and sly.Mimi's throat tightened each breath. T

Simeon cheered from the backseat, his little hands pressed against the window, his eyes gleaming, still clutching his crumpled birthday card. "Look, Mom! It resembles a castle. The fog of Mimi's thoughts was broken by his words.Mimi looked in the rearview mirror at him. A tiny smile came to her lips, but it was forced, a slender thread of tension in the air. Her chest felt heavy as they drew nearer. The building's weight wasn't the only factor. It was the weight of the promises broken between the walls of the house she had once called home, the memories it held.She tightened her grasp on the steering wheel, forcing herself to focus. This day was meant to be fantastic. a birthday. An opportunity to remind James of their family. Nevertheless, the excitement that accompanied her visits to CrossCorp seemed like a thing of the past.Simeon's naive enthusiasm just made her discomfort worse. Was this the right decision? What was it she had hoped for? James would alter all of a sudden? That

The statement on the screen was straightforward, almost overly basic. A terrifying warning on a number she didn't recognize:"Don’t go to CrossCorp today."Her heart skipped a beat, and she froze, staring at the mysterious lettering with narrowed eyes. The message felt too weird to reply to, yet her hand lingered over the reply. After all, even in the digital realm, living in Las Vegas means putting up with a lot of noise and mayhem, so it might be spam or a practical joke.Mimi shook her head, pushed the phone away, and concentrated on the plans she and Simeon had made. It was meant to be different today. Despite everything that had slipped through their fingers in recent months, today was meant to remind James of what really mattered—the family they had created together. It would be just the two of them, a low-key meal, and perhaps a bit too much champagne. An ideal approach to honor the man who had once given her a sense of importance.She sighed and flung the phone onto the bed, i