Novels by Aichatou

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over Damien’s beautifully decorated home. Guests milled about, laughing and enjoying the gourmet hors d'oeuvres that were artfully arranged on silver platters. The atmosphere was filled with excitement and relief, marking a new chapter for Seraphina, Rachel, and their families.As the doorbell rang, Mrs. B and Emma arrived, both looking stunning in their evening attire. Mrs. B wore a flowing, deep emerald gown that complemented her graceful demeanor, while Emma opted for a chic navy dress that highlighted her youthful charm. They stepped inside, their expressions a mix of nervousness and determination.“Seraphina, we need to talk,” Mrs. B began, her voice steady but warm.“Of course,” Seraphina replied, her heart racing slightly. She led them to a quieter corner of the living room, where the laughter and chatter faded into a comforting hum.“First, I want to apologize,” Mrs. B said, her eyes sincere. “For believing you were inv

The room was thick with tension after Damien had pulled Seraphina back. Seraphina stood there, breathing heavily, staring at her sister, feeling the weight of everything Amanda had done. The police were already preparing to step in and arrest Amanda when a new voice broke the silence.“Wait,” a shaky voice said from the doorway.Everyone turned to see one of the house security guards stepping forward, his face pale and his hands trembling. He hesitated, glancing nervously between Amanda and the others.“I... I have to confess something,” the guard said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t keep this secret anymore.”Seraphina and Damien exchanged confused glances as the guard took a deep breath and continued. “The day Mrs. B’s necklace was found in Seraphina’s wardrobe... that wasn’t an accident. Amanda... she made me do it.”He looked at Seraphina, guilt written all over his face. “She promised me a payout if I tampered with the CCTV footage so no one would see her plant the nec

Amanda’s hands shook as she fumbled through Damien’s bedroom, frantically pulling open drawers and searching for anything that could help her escape. She already had the briefcase of dollars on the bed, its contents scattered across the comforter, but it wasn’t enough. “I need to get out of here. Now.”Her heart pounded in her chest as her mind raced. Everything was crumbling, and she could feel the walls closing in. Victor hadn’t called—something must’ve gone wrong. He had promised to take care of Rachel, to get rid of the problem once and for all, but now her gut told her something was terribly off.Amanda zipped the briefcase shut, stuffing a handful of loose bills into her coat pocket. She glanced around the room, her breath quickening. “What am I missing?” She couldn’t afford to stay another second. She had to disappear, start fresh somewhere new, far from this mess. With Damien’s money, she could disappear for good.She was just about to lift the heavy briefcase off the bed when

“Stop right there!” Damien shouted, his voice echoing through the large, empty space.Victor spun around, caught off guard. His expression shifted from surprise to fury as he realized they had found him. “What the hell are you doing here?” he spat, taking a step back, his eyes darting between Seraphina and the others.“Get away from her!” Seraphina yelled, her heart racing as adrenaline surged through her veins.Rachel’s eyes widened in relief upon seeing her friends, but the terror of her situation was still palpable. “Seraphina, be careful!” she cried, struggling against her restraints.Before they could react, Victor pulled a gun from his waistband, pointing it at them. “Get back! You think you can just barge in here?” he shouted, his voice filled with anger and desperation.“Victor, put the weapon down!” Damien urged, his eyes locked on the gun.“Worse? It already is!” Victor growled, his finger hovering dangerously close to the trigger. The tension in the air was electric, and Se

“Let’s focus on the moments right after the black car left the area,” Damien said, pointing at the screen. He adjusted his glasses, his expression serious. “We need to see where it went.”The team nodded, their eyes glued to the screens as they rewound the footage. After several minutes of scrutinizing the images, one of the investigators leaned forward, excitement in his voice. “Look! There it is!” He pointed to the black car reappearing on a different camera feed, making a left turn a few blocks away from Rachel’s house.“Let’s track that route,” Damien instructed, watching closely as they followed the car’s movements through the city. They watched as the black car sped along deserted streets, its path becoming clearer with each passing moment.“Alright, it’s heading toward the industrial area,” another investigator noted, pulling up a map on the screen. “There are several abandoned warehouses along that route.”Seraphina stood to the side, her heart racing as she listened to the fi

Back at Damien’s Office, Damien had been working nonstop, determined to find Rachel, but they needed a breakthrough soon. Seraphina stood by his side, her eyes locked on the screen, anxiety gnawing at her every second that passed without a clue.“Let’s start near Rachel’s house,” Damien instructed, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. “That’s where she was last seen. We need to see if anything unusual happened around that time.”The team nodded, quickly rewinding the footage and pulling up views from the cameras positioned around Rachel’s neighborhood. They fast-forwarded through the images until one of the investigators suddenly stopped the feed.“There!” he said, pointing at the screen. The monitor displayed a black car parked a few houses down from Rachel’s, idling for several minutes. The timestamp matched the time Rachel would have left her home.“Get the license plate,” Damien urged, leaning in closer. They zoomed in on the car, capturing the license plate number cle

Aria’s POVSofia leaned in, her voice just above a whisper. “I mean… I can’t speak on that. But apparently, the new CEO is holding private meetings with all the department heads today before he meets everyone officially. There’s no official memo or calendar update, but people are talking.”I blinked, a sudden unease crawling up my spine. “Talking how?”She tapped her phone. “From what I heard, he’s already met with Marketing and Sales. PR is in there now. Editorial is next.”“What?” I froze.Editorial. That’s my department.How am I just hearing about this now? Why didn’t I get any sort of information?I forced a smile, mumbled a quick thank-you, and nodded before heading to my desk. My chest was heavy with nerves. I really hoped I wouldn’t have to start from scratch again. I’d just begun to find my rhythm here. It finally felt like I was getting a foothold—finally stepping into the future I’d envisioned for myself. Event planning wasn’t just a job to me; it was my second chance. A wa

Aria's POVWe’d been sitting here for a while now, settled into our booth, chatting like it was just any other evening. Dylan was easy to talk to, surprisingly so. Maybe I’d been wrong about him. He wasn’t exactly my type, but he wasn’t a bad guy. Actually, he had a way of making me laugh without trying too hard. Maybe that was a nice change.I couldn’t help but smile as he raised an eyebrow at the wine list. “How do you choose between something like this and something more... adventurous?” He gave me a teasing look, like he knew what I was thinking.“Well, you have to be in the mood for it,” I replied, leaning back in the booth, still looking at my menu. “But sometimes, it’s about taking a risk. You know?”He chuckled, the sound warm and easy. “Taking risks, huh? Yeah, I can get behind that. I’ve had my share of those.” He shrugged casually, almost nonchalantly. “Started my own company with almost no money. Almost lost it all, but it worked out. Sometimes you just have to take the le

Gabriel’s POV“Make sure they have the revised proposal by tomorrow morning,” I said, my voice firm as I scanned the papers in front of me, focusing on the numbers that would determine the next phase.Jonathan didn’t need reminding. He was already typing on his laptop, his eyes fixed on the screen, furiously going through the details. “Already on it. They’ll have it. Anything else before we call it a day?”I leaned back, dragging a hand through my hair, and checked my pocket watch. Her pretty face stared back at me through the glass, and it took me a moment to remember why I’d pulled it out in the first place, but my gaze quickly shifted to the time: past 8 p.m. I’d been at this for hours, but the job wasn’t done yet. There was no ‘normal’ workday when you were closing deals that would change the face of a city.I hadn’t wanted to be in DC. To be honest, I hadn’t wanted to be anywhere but in the comfort of familiar things, and by familiar things, I mean being in Colorado right now. Bu

Aria’s POV"Ugh, I swear," Jenna groaned, tugging her hair into a messy bun on screen. "If one more designer tries to sell me a ‘reinvention of classic minimalism’ that’s just a white shirt with a pocket, I’m quitting.""You’ve said that three times this year," Liv teased, propped up against a stack of pillows in what looked like a dreamy Airbnb. “Also, that white shirt is probably $700.”"Don’t remind me," Jenna rolled her eyes. “God forbid minimalism be affordable.”Nicole gave a small laugh as she scrolled through something on her iPad. “Meanwhile, I had to convince a luxury skincare brand today that launching a ‘gritty street-style’ campaign with models in couture was not... the vibe.”Liv made a face. "What does that even mean?"“Exactly,” Nicole said. “I think they just throw buzzwords into a blender and hope for the best.”I smiled quietly, watching them talk. I didn’t say much at first; I just listened. It had been a while since we were all on a call like this together, and so

Gabriel’s POV “You’ve got some nerve, Gabriel, coming all the way to Mexico to call for a truce. Do you really think you can reason with a man like me?” Diego’s voice dripped with venom, each word hanging in the air like a challenge. His eyes were cold, unblinking as they locked onto mine. I met his gaze with the same intensity, my voice calm and controlled. “I’m not here to fight, Diego. I’m here to talk. Nothing more, nothing less.” Diego’s sneer deepened, but I held my ground, my mind already retracing the events of the past two weeks. The eye-opening conversation I’d had with my father. The family dynamics. Diego’s past. My father had spoken of the years of bitterness Diego carried, the resentment born from how my grandfather had abandoned him and the death of his mother, a death he believed we were responsible for. But that conversation had been only the beginning. A week later, Andrew had dropped the real bombshell: documents that could bring Diego down. These weren’t

Gabriel's POVI didn’t say a word as the jet took off. The conversation with my father sat heavily in my mind, but I forced it aside. For now.I leaned back in my seat, exhaling slowly. The cabin lights were dim, casting a muted glow over the polished wood and leather. The hum of the engines was steady, almost soothing.Then, almost instinctively, I reached into my pocket.The familiar weight of the pocket watch pressed against my palm, cool and solid. I flicked it open with my thumb. The soft click echoed louder than it should have in the silence.And there she was, her pretty face staring back at me. My Ari, my angel. The picture was taken in our bedroom, a moment I’d stolen when she had no idea. She was in her natural state, completely unaware of the camera in my hand. Her hair was a little wild from sleep, and her eyes had that soft, distant look that made her so damn beautiful. It was a simple shot, but I loved it, because it was her, in the most authentic and unguarded way. I ha