Novels by C. Jacobs

"I need You..." The words resonated in Dante's head. "Come find me" she had said. Dante didn't know what to make of Sophie's statement. She had dropped the call before he could ask any more questions. He wondered if she had been playing a prank on him, although his gut told him otherwise. If he wasn't mistaken, and as per the last report he had received from Jimmy Rogers, Sophie was supposed to still be safely tucked in her father's mansion. So What possible harm could have come to her under her father's roof? What manner of threat would she be facing that her father couldn't handle himself..? Although there was no denying that He had heard the urgency in her tone and had Felt the desperation in her words, Still, he knew not what to make of this new development.Why would she forward him a petition for a divorce only to call upon him to come and get her like a little lost princess waiting on her knight in shining armor..? What was worse, was that he actually felt a part of him gen

Gaius Castillo was finally back home after nearly two weeks of being hospitalized, and he was returning a totally different man from what he had been before. He looked frail and tired, bedridden as he was, and when he wasn't, he was restricted to a wheelchair. He seemed to have aged more than a few decades in the last week. Although he had only suffered a partial stroke on the left side, he was still barely able to move the functioning parts of his limbs, and he could only manage to utter a few words at a time, and they were mostly undecipherable at that. The talking tired him out faster than anything else, so Dante encouraged him to speak less by trying to preempt his needs and restricting visitation calls. His caretakers were also always available and on-hand to meet his needs and eradicate any difficulty.The doctor had said Gaius was strong and making good progress. But if this was progress, then Dante didn't want to know what retrogression felt like. Although Gaius had visibly

Sophie was just about leaving, when her father arrived home and Although She had initially turned down her mother's invitation to stay for dinner, she now seemed to have changed her mind upon hearing of her father's return.Marina had earlier put out the invitation for Sophie to stay for dinner, but following Sophie's threatening announcement regarding her intentions to initiate a divorce, Marina had suddenly become anxious to see her daughter leave early to prevent her from encountering her father, especially after having tried and failed to turn Sophie's mind from her reinforced decision to divorce Dante. When Marina had gone to welcome her husband upon his return, she had taken note of his sour mood and thus, did not need a soothsayer to tell her that having Alonso listen to his daughter's version of a "breaking news", was going to be a terrible idea. Sophie was aware of her mother's anxiety at dinner and was merciful enough to spare Marina the trouble of weathering the storm tha

Marina Gonzales carefully set down the tea tray on the small round table in front of her daughter and took her time straightening out the cushioning table cloth and unnecessarily set herself up to rearranging the delicate china cups and the accompanying serving plate of tiny square shaped, delicious looking biscuits."Tea..?" She inquired politely of the young lady before her, as though she were just another random visitor to be entertained and not infact, her very own daughter.Sophie stared at her mother for a moment and seemed to be realizing for the first time, how weird and unfamiliar Marina Gonzales looked. The paleness of her skin and the unhealthy pallor of her face, caused Sophie to worry.It seemed as though Marina had shed more than just a few light pounds in less than a week..? Or had her perceived deficiency endured for much longer than Sophie had taken care to notice..? Sophie wasn't sure. Everything just felt different, and it wasn't only her mother. It was the usual

Alonso Gonzales was a fraud: in many ways than one could imagine. And Dante was only just beginning to realize exactly how crooked the man could be, when trying to find a means to satisfying his selfish needs. Alonso was a big shark, and he didn't care about what he had to gnaw into bits or destroy on his way to achieving his own ends. He would have been an unbeatable force in the business world, if only he had a little more sense and some basic amount of discipline and self-control. Especially when it had something to do with finance management. For that, Dante supposed, had to be the old man's Achilles heel. "What do you mean by it can't be done..?" Alonso asked of Dante in a tone that suggested he was highly displeased by the information he had just received. "Exactly what is implied Mr Gonzales!" Dante drawled emotionless as he observed Alonso with an air of infinite boredom. He was unmoved by Alonso's bruised sense of entitlement. "I want to speak with Gaius!" Alonso demande

The telephone had been ringing off the hook for the better half of an hour now, and Dante on his own part, had done his ultimate best to completely ignore it.He had toned the telephone down to a dull vibration after the first few rings, as he concentrated on finishing his latest analysis on another disheartening folio of Mr Gonzales' financial statement. So far, he had one word for it; "disastrous." Alonso Gonzales had obviously down stated the true nature of his financial ruin. It was indeed worse than Dante had Originally assumed, and as much as Dante faulted his father-in-law for his current state of ruination, he also had to admit that Alonso, regardless of being the spendthrift that he was, couldn't have dug such magnitude of deficit holes all around him, all on his own.The man needed to fire whoever had been placed in charge of his accounts all these while, along with his personal accountant. Infact, Dante would suggest that Elliot Castro, Alonso's financial adviser, be thr