Novel-novel oleh Oreoluwa

Amara paced her room, the cryptic text message playing over and over in her mind. She couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling it brought—someone was watching her, and they knew too much. Every creak and shadow seemed amplified, as if the walls themselves were conspiring against her. The door creaked open, and she whipped around, eyes widening as Leonardo stepped inside without knocking. His face was unreadable, but his eyes carried a storm. He didn’t say a word—just stared at her with a darkness that sent a chill down her spine. “What do you want?” she snapped, masking her fear with defiance. He didn’t answer. Instead, he moved closer, his steps unhurried but deliberate. Amara swallowed hard, refusing to give ground. When he was close enough to touch, he stopped, his gaze boring into hers. “Were you at the docks tonight again?” he demanded, his voice deceptively calm. Amara hesitated, searching for the right words. “Why do you care?” His jaw tightened, and his hand shot out, grab

Amara leaned against the cold brick wall, catching her breath, her mind racing with everything that had just transpired. The text message replayed over and over in her mind: *Careful who you trust. Eyes are everywhere.* Who sent it? And more importantly—why now? Her instincts screamed at her to leave, but her curiosity wouldn’t let her just walk away without answers. She couldn’t afford to make a mistake—not now, when Leonardo’s suspicions were already mounting. She crept back toward the docks, keeping to the shadows, trying to piece together what she had just witnessed. Leonardo had received something important—a package. But the way he had reacted afterward made her stomach twist. Suddenly, a noise snapped her from her thoughts—a low growl of an engine. Amara’s heart pounded as a sleek, dark car rolled to a stop a few yards away. Her pulse quickened when Matteo stepped out, his expression hard and unreadable. She ducked behind a stack of crates, watching as he made his way toward

Amara’s hands trembled as she locked the door behind her, trying to catch her breath. The events at the docks had left her rattled—more than she wanted to admit. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Leonardo had seen her. That he knew she was there. She turned and almost screamed when she saw him standing in the shadows of her room. His presence was overpowering, and his eyes—dark and unreadable—pinned her in place. “You went to the docks,” he said calmly, but there was a dangerous edge to his voice. Amara swallowed hard, forcing herself to look unaffected. “Why do you care? It’s not like you own me.” Leonardo moved closer, every step purposeful and slow, like a predator stalking its prey. He didn’t stop until he was inches from her, his breath warm against her forehead. “Did you see something you shouldn’t have?” he whispered, his tone both taunting and threatening. Amara lifted her chin defiantly. “Maybe I did. Maybe I saw you making deals behind Dante’s back.” His jaw

Amara’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove back from the docks, her mind spinning with questions and doubts. The message still lingered on her phone screen—careful who you trust. Eyes are everywhere. She couldn’t shake the creeping paranoia crawling up her spine. Who sent it? Was it a warning, or a threat? And how did they know she was there? Her phone buzzed again, and her heart leapt into her throat. She pulled over to the side of the road, glancing around to make sure she was alone. This time, it was Matteo. “Where the hell are you?” he barked the moment she picked up. Amara hesitated. “On my way back. What’s wrong?” “I just heard from one of Dante’s men. Someone tipped him off about the dock deal. He thinks Leonardo’s planning to double-cross him.” Her stomach twisted. “That’s not possible. Leonardo wouldn’t be that reckless.” “That’s what I thought too. But Dante’s losing it—he’s putting men on high alert. Whatever happened at the docks, it’s stirred up

Amara paced the length of her room, her mind spinning like a broken record. Leonardo’s warning echoed in her ears—his unexpected display of protectiveness still replaying in her mind. She couldn’t afford to let herself get caught up in his twisted version of care. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, and she snapped it up, expecting to see another cryptic message from her informant. Instead, it was Matteo. Her heart thumped as she hesitated, then swiped to answer. "Yeah?" she whispered, glancing at the door to make sure no one was listening. "You need to move fast," Matteo said. His voice was low, tense. "Leonardo’s heading to the docks tonight. Something about sealing the deal with Dante’s crew." Amara’s pulse quickened. "What kind of deal?" "Don’t know," he admitted. "But it sounds big. And dangerous." A plan formed in her mind. If she could get to the docks first, she might uncover what Leonardo was truly up to—or use it to finally expose him. It was time to make her move. Bu

Amara couldn’t shake the feeling that the text she received earlier was a game-changer, but she couldn’t afford to be distracted—not when Leonardo’s every move seemed like a calculated strategy to test her loyalty. She knew he was suspicious. She could see it in his eyes whenever they landed on her, like he was trying to piece together a puzzle only he could solve. She paced the confines of her room, her mind racing. Her phone buzzed again, but this time she didn’t bother looking at it. Matteo had been oddly quiet since helping her escape earlier, and that worried her. Had he told Leonardo the truth about her sudden absence? Or was he keeping quiet to protect himself? Either way, she needed to get ahead of whatever storm was brewing. A soft knock at her door snapped her out of her thoughts. She froze, heart pounding, before forcing herself to move. She opened it cautiously, only to find Leonardo standing there, his presence almost suffocating. His gaze swept over her, cold and calc