Novels by Saad Ibn Saad

Eva's POVI thought he was serious, that he was about to choose me over Lucy. That meant there would be no billionaire wedding for me to plan, no billionaire wedding with which to uplift my portfolio. Yet, I seemed to wish that was what he was about to do, choosing me.“I’ll marry her too. I’ll marry the both of you,” he said, looking straight into my eyes, tenderly and dearly, yet hurting me with his words.His eyes begged me to agree with him, but there was no way I would agree to something like that. He wasn't choosing me. He just wanted me to be his mistress. His second choice. As if he hadn't hurt me enough. It felt like my heart was shrinking into my soul. His words shattering whatever hope I had built up in my mind. Hope of us being together again. I turned away from him. I wouldn't let him glimpse the drop of tears that was about to slip from my eyes. He didn't deserve my tears. “Get out, Luke,” I yelled over my shoulder. I managed to keep much of the sorrow in my heart f

Luke's POVI had no right to be angry. I was the one who betrayed her, the one who gave in to my parents threat, and was marrying Lucy instead of keeping my promise to marry her. I was the one who hurt her and led her into the arms of Gavin Sinclair. It felt like hell to know this was happening all because of me. I had come with the red roses bouquet, hoping to make things right as best as I could. Yet, I had to meet this—them. Locked in each other's arms, Gavin’s lips firm on hers. My fingers dug into the fluffy and tender bouquet as I waited for her to push Gavin away. But she didn't. She let him claim her lips in a hot, passionate kiss. With each passing moment, as I watched them kiss, a lump settled at the back of my throat. My throat burned with so much pain, I found it hard to swallow. She eventually pushed him away. Her eyes swirling lethargically, as realization flushed them. Her eyes strayed to me, but she threw them away immediately, as if fearing it would hurt me

Gavin's POVShe took a step back from me as if scared of my closeness to her. “And I don't want to, Gavin. I don't want to kiss you. Rather, I want you to leave," she said. She snatched the door open and jerked her eyes from me to outside. “Please leave,” she said, steel in her voice, yet for a brief moment, it faltered. But that wasn't what gave her away. It was her fingers trembling slightly on the doorknob. She tried to hide it well, yet her body kept betraying her. Her toffee-brown pair shifted uneasily, lingering on me, yet encouraging me for the door. She wasn't immune to me, as she pretended to be. She was merely putting up a wall of resistance. A wall I was soon to break. I never run from a challenge. “And what if I refuse to leave, Eva?” I said, trailing my thumb over my lips, my eyes trained on her. I grinned, relishing her distress. “Then I'll have the security throw you out,” she snapped. “I’d love to see them try.” I winked at her and dropped back into the ro

Eva's POV My beat-up Toyota coughed in agitation for new repairs as I found myself a free spot in the expansive car park before the strip mall, where I had my office. I leaned back, reaching for a small bundle of three iced coffees from the boxes of decor samples, fabric swatches, and cardboard that dominated the backseat. They filled the car with a musty smell that the faulty car AC was ever powerless against. I strode fast to my office. Mia, my best friend and my only staff, was by the door to receive me the moment I stepped in. “Good morning, twinnie,” Mia teased me with a smile. A ploy to keep me off guard, and I fell for it. Because the next second, she lunged for the iced coffee and the little bag of cookies in my hands. Her movement fast and feral. I laughed as I walked deeper into the office, watching Mia munch greedily at the cookies. It was a two-room office. My office and Mia’s. It had always been the both of us against the world since we met in college. Even

Eva's POVLuke glared at Gavin, his fingers firm around his collar. “If you know what is good for you, you will stay away from Eva,” he snapped, his expression tight. Gavin’s exotic lips curled in a mocking grin, and despite Luke’s fingers tightening around his collar, he just chuckled, as if this was all some joke. Even with Gavin's amused response, the tension remained tight between them. I stood rigid, a quiver seizing the pit of my stomach as I watched. This was soon to descend into an exchange of fists if I did nothing. “Let him go, Luke,” I snapped at Luke. But he pretended he didn't hear, my words seeming to phase past his ears. Luke’s grip on Gavin's collar tightened. “We might not be officially together anymore, but that doesn't mean you can step in. Eva is mine. She is my woman." Eva is mine. She is my woman. Barely a week ago, those words were enough to send my stomach fluttering with butterflies and send my heart racing with so much love for him. Now. Now, I had no

Eva's POV “What is between you and Luke Hayes?” Gavin finally asked, his tone casual. His piercing eyes flicked up at me over the restaurant menu. “Nothing,” I replied sharply. A clear sign that the topic was unwelcome. Gavin refused to take the hint. “What I saw was beyond nothing. I witnessed a whole lot of emotion between you two. You and Luke Hayes seem like past lovers, or are you his mistress?" he pushed, observing me curiously. I forced myself to appear calm under his gaze. A waiter approached, giving me a moment to collect my thoughts. Gavin ordered for both of us without consulting me. Arrogant as always. As the waiter left, I noticed them exchange a knowing grin. I looked around and realized why he’d brought me here. We were in a private section of a super expensive restaurant, away from every eye. The lighting was soft and romantic. The whole place screamed extravagance. This was his den, and I had a feeling I was his new prey.He returned his eyes to me, nudging them