Novels by Maryam De Souza

"Good morning, ma'am!" A young man in a fine suit rushes to me at terminal 1 of the arrival hall and my face immediately hardens, a defensive pose striking on reflex. I just came down from a long flight and my muscles are sore and for some reason, I just want to sleep. The last thing I want is to engage in a tag race with an airport thief."Um, good morning." I am a little hesitant because he's an unfamiliar face even though almost everybody I have passed by at my arrival looked exactly like him."I'm Ling Chen, your sorta PA and designated driver for as long as you are here." He introduces himself in his thick accent, adjusting the round glasses on the bridge of his nose."On my way out, I overheard some people talking about a fraudster that lurks around the exit," I say, holding my handbag tighter to my body, "They lie about being a designated driver only to take the passenger somewhere remote and rob them of their properties."His eyes widen in horror at my accusation before settl

"Final boarding announcement for Air Atlantis, flight 210A to France. All passengers head to gate 2!" The feminine voice bounces off the four walls of the private lounge, and the woman who has been struggling with transferring some handy things from the suitcase into her handbag finally exits.As for me, I am busy pacing around the spacious room, worrying for no reason whatsoever about why I haven't boarded yet, forgetting that it works according to the time on my boarding pass.I just want to be on my way to China already, away from my current problems. A little part of me wouldn't have even minded much if there was no other solution after I obviously missed my 10:00 AM flight. But after that rough, anger-driven sex which might I add, went on for hours without as little as five minutes break, I was having a hot bath to numb my soreness when Martins called to inform Romeo that he has managed to squeeze me yet again, in another flight that is taking off by 8:00 PM tonight.I have neve

Another tear glides down my left cheek and I sniffle again, watching Romeo allow another woman to touch him while he still has me chained to the bed. My whimpers reach his ears and his eyes that remain on me as the girl has his cock buried in her pussy, soften but only for a second as his jaws tic and his eyes harden again.It's as if there's a battle within him. He will find himself needing to stop as this is obviously breaking me but then he will remember the atrocity I committed with his brother and his anger will spike up again.He is fighting it and I know it. Romeo could never bear to see me cry. So this must be hurting him as much as it is hurting me to see another woman touch him."You have proven your point, Romeo," my throat is patched even though I don't cry out loud, "Just stop."He doesn't heed my plea, and as if he enjoys this pathetic and miserable me, he grabs her ass and positions his cock inside her again, and an echo of colliding bodies is heard every time she come

I have done a lot of wicked things in this life, some I feel bad for doing, and some I just don't care for remorse. But none of this wicked act of mine surpasses waking up on a strange bed and finding out I just slept with Romeo's half-brother. I don't know how it happened. I just woke up thinking how unfamiliar the bed and the room were and I cracked my eyes open and my nemesis, Harry Sheridan, the man I hate the most in Romeo's family after his stupid father, was sitting across from the room, a wicked smirk on as he watched me.I shuffle away when he stands up from the couch he has been lounging on and comes and plops his ass on the bed, twisting his body to face me."What did you do?" I sneer, and if looks could kill, he will be sizzling to ashes right now.He releases a sinister chuckle, tilting his head backward, and when his cold green eyes come back to connect with mine, my whole body is covered up in goosebumps. "What did I do?" His eyes are sinister, his tongue curled inwar

"Here's your order, ma'am." a feminine voice announces before a cup of latte macchiato appears in my line vision.I lift my face from my phone."Thanks." flashing the teenage girl a small smile, I snatch the styrofoam cup from her."What flavor is that?" The person I'm speaking with over a video call asks. His name is Alan and he resides in China. We met through my Instagram when I started posting about my upcoming fashion line some weeks ago. He happens to be a fashion designer and he has been pretty helpful with tips ever since."Latte macchiato," I say after gulping down the first delicious sip, "Although, I would have preferred my precious carajillo over this. But my doctor is against it.""Your doctor?" He queries, his hand digging into the bag of chips set on his lap, "Are you sick or something?""Yeah," I roll my eyes, "I was diagnosed with a heart defect about some months ago." I leave out the needing a transplant part because I have no strength for that right now. "Really?"

"Look, the price you are calling is way above my budget," I say, struggling with the phone held between my ear and shoulder while digging around my bag for my car key."Shun the price and focus on how great of a deal it is," the real estate agent argues, "I mean if you get it now, your lease won't expire until three years.""That huge amount of money for just one floor?" I unlock the car after finding the key, then throw my bag into the backseat, "if I spend this much for getting a space, what will I use to do other things?"Why exactly did I think it's easy to get myself a building to set up my fashion line? I haven't even gotten materials and tools. Just to get a building and my money is close to being exhausted? Honestly, I'm seriously considering turning my living room into my office for the meantime until I'm so wealthy I would be able to afford an actual building."There are four large rooms and four toilets for ladies and gents," he says while I try placing the phone on the d