Novels by Eden_dewriter

ISABELLA'S POVI knew she was bound to make a mistake soon. When I had seen Chantelle standing so close to Jace Hudson, just after her appointment with the interior designer, Dairine, I knew she already got him hooked. But the blank look on his face as he stared at her, seemed to say otherwise.I resolved to talk to him later on but I had to tread carefully to not upset him as he was in charge of Chantelle's security personnel, including myself.I nodded at him as we walked to the car, but something didn't seem right. I had this nerve-wracking feeling and the hairs on my neck stood. I knew never to ignore my gut feeling so I opted to sit in the passenger seat in front so Jace Hudson stayed at the back. He gave me a weird look when I didn't give him an option as I just got in the front seat.“Aww!” I heard Chantelle's excited exclamation. “Thanks boo.” She blew a kiss at me. I watched Hudson from the corner of my eye and he didn't seem pleased. He was looking at me like he was ready

JACE'S POVOnce Dairine was done and their torturous session was over, I radioed Jordan that she should escort the designer to the gate.It was almost time for Chantelle to leave for the office to meet with the staff of Miller's industries, as her father wanted her to take up the job of COO so she could be more “useful with her time”.“What happened to you?” Chantelle said, looking at me through her lashes as she smoothed out imaginary dust from her painting.“I don't know what you're talking about.” I said firmly. Even though I knew she was referring to how I had a minor panic attack. It was my job to protect her, not the other way round.She shook her head.“You looked like you saw a ghost! You were as white as a sheet! I need to know what happened.”“Well, it's none of your business!” I didn't mean to sound harsh but I didn't feel I needed to explain myself. But her reaction made me regret my tone.I sighed, “I believe it’s PTSD from my time at war.”“Oh… I'm sorry. Don't they like

Jace's POVAny shift that involved me meeting with the older Miller was definitely exhausting. Handling one was tiring enough, but two?That was suicide!I arrived at Mr Miller's door and heaved a heavy sigh before I knocked.“Come in,” came his gruff voice from within.I opened the door and peeked in. Louis Hale was standing stiffly in front of Mr Miller's desk looking very uncomfortable. It was funny how he hadn't gotten used to the man all these years working with him.“So, he's been out on two occasions?”“Yes, according to the report I got.”“What for?”“I'm afraid I have no idea.”“What do I pay you for if you can't account for those around me?” He then switches almost immediately, “James that sonafabitch! If he's up to something, I'll kill him!”“My apologies sir. I'll inform our PI about him.”I stand around feeling awkward until Mr Miller finally looks in my direction. “Ah! Hudson… have a seat.”With that, Hale excused himself and walked away.I sat down and he smiled. I mas

Chantelle's POVSpeaking with Sam had made me start considering painting again. These thoughts filled my mind as I swarm in the pool this cool evening. The pool was bitingly cold but I liked the feel and the goosebumps it caused my body. I emerged from the pool and JJ handed me a towel. I wrapped it around myself and walked to my room, shutting the door. I was greeted with my painting on the wall, staring me back at the face. I stared at the art and couldn't believe I had ever stopped. It was so incredible. What for? Father? When do I ever listen to Father? Without thinking, I opened the door to find JJ looking incredibly uncomfortable, with her face twisted in a funny way and her hand was raised to knock. I widened my eyes and she said with much difficulty.“I need… I need to use the loo. Please…” She breathed out audibly and heavily like she had been running, “I'll be back soon.”Knowing how her personality was, I knew it must have taken a great deal out of her to take that ex

Jace's POVIt was dark and everything looked foggy. The distinct sounds of gunshots from a distance were the only sounds that could be heard.My eyes could barely focus as I felt light-headed.I heard myself mutter a silent prayer. The words came out more like a babble, with my back resting on a tree trunk. I reloaded my gun as silently as I could, my blood was drumming in my ears. I had lost some of my platoon members just in the wake of dawn as the enemy sporadically shot at us. We were scattered and the fog didn't make things any easier. I couldn't feel the rest of my body as it felt heavy.I stayed still almost helpless.I closed my eyes and opened them again, my vision was blurred but I saw a man holding his side and coming up to me. He groaned in pain. Just then, I woke up. I was sweating so fucking much my pillows were soaked.It seemed so real and I was glad I wasn't back there in that war but on my bed, in my room.I had been having this dream for a while now."Oh, Thank God

Jace's POV As soon as we pulled up to the brunch spot, we found the Andersons waiting for us. They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries with the Millers. I noticed the weird look that passed between The Congressman's son Sam and Chantelle. It made me remember how friendly they were at church too. I ignored it, as it was none of my business — I had to scan the area anyway.The place was a Ritz restaurant and many wealthy socialites frequently came here.I walked in alongside Louis Hale and scanned the room, assessing the restaurant for any potential threats.At brunch, bodyguards have to sit down due to the policy of the restaurant. We weren't allowed to just stand around ‘doing nothing’, as the manager, a weird-looking Italian man, had put it. The manager seemed to know the Millers and the Andersons but didn't care.Sam Anderson the Congressman's son was there with his father. Everyone looked at ease, all except Chantelle. She kept drinking and I couldn't help but notice Sam's han