Novels by Denise T Murira

8 Months LaterMiranda’s P.O.V“I’m so jealous of Davien right now. I know Angela would never do any of this for me,” Jeremy huffed as he put up the last of the decoration in the dining room.Angela stuck her tongue out at him before making her towards the table, putting the utensils into place. “Firstly, you’re an ingrate so no matter how much I do for you, you always find a way to under appreciate it and me in the process. I’ve given up on trying to surprise you after that whole lingerie incident,” she pointed out with a scowl.My eyebrows rose in intrigue. “Lingerie? You never told me about that. Please do tell me what happened,” I beamed, bringing over a bouquet of orchids to be the centre piece.“Well, for our one month anniversary, I might have made a trip to a store and bought us a matching set of lingerie. Jeremy here wasn’t at all pleased about it,” she huffed with an eye roll.Jeremy gave her a flat look. “Are you kidding me? Your set was sexy as hell but mine? That was a fr

Third Person’s P.O.VSome hours later, Miranda was tied up on a chair in some abandoned warehouse looking place, blindfolded. As soon as they landed, she had had her vision obscured, for some reason. It’s not like she would know where they were anyways or have anyway of contacting anyone about her location. Whilst everything that was happening threatened to make her have a freak panic attack, she relied on breathing patterns. It had already been a couple of hours and the atmosphere was becoming too tense for her to breathe. Now that she thought about it, the food she’d consumed on the aeroplane was quite horrendous. Yet again, what did she expect from a plane chattered by Michael, some gold-digging cheap skate? It had given her indigestion, probably because her baby had rejected it too.Her baby… She’d been thinking about the child nonstop. Miranda had never quite thought about motherhood before but after this morning, it was all she could think about. With Michael, he had made it cl

Davien’s P.O.VOf all the news I’ ever received in my life, besides just hearing that the love of my life went missing a short few hours ago, this is by far the most numbing of all. I was so dazed by the doctor’s words that I dropped my phone and stood there in paralysis.All colours must have drained from my face because the bodyguards rushed to me to check if I wasn’t having an aneurysm or something of the sort. Mathias picked up my phone and ended the call, before placing it on the huge mahogany work desk. “Sir, are you okay? Would you like me to call an ambulance?” he asked warily but his words fell upon deaf ears.My whole world had literally tilted on its axis. On the one hand, I felt this inexplicable elation at the thought of having a child with Miranda but then the harsh reality was that she was currently still at large, which only made the situation more dire. The door to my office burst open and my mother strolled in, eyes bright and lips red as always, dressed in an elega

Miranda’s P.O.VAs Michael forced me along the side path we were walking on, I made a mental note to not panic because that wouldn’t be good for me or the baby. Plus, that’s what he wanted, for me to be scared and whimper in his presence but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. I’d already made a fool of myself in his presence multiple times, I wouldn’t be doing that again. “This is a little over the top, don’t you think?” I said in a snide tone, and I earned a scowl from him. “I knew you were desperate, but this is really low. I just don’t understand why you can’t get over me even after all those horrible things you said and did to me. If you loved me, then you’d have never done that shit,” I sniffed, and he pressed the gun harder into my back.For a moment, he pulled me into a conveniently placed alley along the way and had me pressed against the wall. “I was very blind back then, and I thought I didn’t love you. It only took losing you for me to realise that you are the lo

Miranda’s P.O.VYou know, as someone who had been a fan of romance novels and films alike in my teenage years, I always found it very astounding when a female lead would unexpectedly wind up pregnant with the child of the hot and charismatic male lead, in fact, it was a popular trope for me. But now that the exact same scenario was happening in my life, all I could feel was complete numbness.Me…pregnant? I am pregnant, with Davien’s kid?I hadn’t thought about it much when I’d skipped my period some days ago, call it an oversight on my part but I thought the monthly bleeding was bound to show up any minute now. When the doctor smiled at me broadly, I just sat there like a mindless drone waiting for some shockwave to bring me to life. I’d hoped that I had some stomach flu, but this is a lot more serious than I’d anticipated. Was I really pregnant?“I can tell from your reaction that this is very shocking and most probably your first child. But I can assure you the tests are very concl

Miranda’s P.O.V“I just wish that I had a boyfriend who could take me out on fancy yachts and fly me to Paris for a romantic getaway,” Angela whined, a pout visible on her face. She was at her apartment whilst I was still some 10 000 feet in the air, a few of hours away from touching down in France.I laughed as I held the phone up. “This is not a romantic getaway, it’s business. Besides, I’m sure that Jeremy is a great boyfriend anyhow,” I argued lightly, resulting in her rolling her eyes at me.“He’s just no hot, half-Italian billionaire. Tell me, does Davien have any friends available?” she asked before her phone was abruptly grabbed from her and Jeremy’s face popped up on the screen. He didn’t look at all amused by Angela’s words, and a little frumpy from waking up from a nap I surmised.“I think this call had reached it’s end. Enjoy your trip, Mira babe. And pray that your stupid friend and I wouldn’t have killed each other by the time you come back,” he grumbled groggily before