Novels by Lettywrites 🖋️

The next day Waking up to the sound of my alarm, I stood up hurriedly to prepare breakfast for Ava like I did every other mornings. Bathing and getting her ready for school was already so easy for me. As we are breakfast, I explained to Ava that I won't be the one to pick her up for the next three days, and she shouldn't worry. "Why? Where are you going?" She asked in her sweet, childish voice. "I'm just going to be away for work, baby. I'll be back before you know it" I reassured her. "Can't Ava come with you?" She asked childishly. "No Ava, but I promise to take you with me next time" I promise, smiling softly at her. "Okay" she pouted. "Don't pout, a beautiful lady is going to take care of you while I'm gone, so make sure you behave, okay?" I asked. "Okay" she answered with a smile this time. Smiling back, I stared at her. I wasn't ready to part from her, even if it'll only be three days. We haven't been apart from each other before, except when I go to work.

RYAN'S POV Staring at her retreating back, I sighed. Fuck, why did I say that? Why did I make a promise I know I won't be able to keep?. Walking back to my sit, I sat down and opened the drawer on my right, bringing out the document in its. On the top of the opened file was Smith, written boldly. I ran a hand down my face, my jaw tightening as I stared at the file. Smith. The name alone was enough to send a wave of frustration through me. I flipped through the pages, my eyes scanning the information I already knew too well. Layla thought she could just walk away...but she had no idea what she was up against. Her name wasn’t on this file, but it might as well have been. Because whether she realized it or not, she was already caught in the middle of something far bigger than just being my maid. And no matter what I had promised her, I knew one thing for sure. I couldn't let her go. Picking up my phone, I dialled a number and called. "Hello sir?" The voice on the o

"I know you're engaged to Miss Olivia" I said again, making sure my voice was loud and firm. Ryan let out a slow, measured breath, his eyes never leaving mine. A flicker of frustration crossed his face, but there was something else there too...something deeper, something I couldn’t quite read. "So that’s what this is about" he muttered, raking a hand through his hair. His expression was unreadable now, his usual mask slipping back into place. "You think that changes anything?" I blinked, taken aback by how casually he dismissed it. "Of course it does!" I snapped. "You’re engaged, Mr Damon. To someone else. You can’t just..." I gestured between us, feeling my face heat. "This...whatever this is...shouldn’t even be happening!" Ryan sighed, shaking his head. "You don’t understand." "Then make me understand," I challenged, crossing my arms over my chest. "It's just business, it doesn't matter and you shouldn't think about it" he said, his expression unreadable. "I don't care, I'm j

Two months later It's been two months since I started avoiding Mr Damon, making sure I wasn't in his presence for more than five minutes. I stuck to my plan religiously...keeping my distance, limiting our interactions, and making sure I was never alone with him for too long. At first, I thought he’d push back, try to corner me again like he always did. But to my surprise, he didn’t. He let me have my space. Or at least, that’s what I wanted to believe. Because even if he wasn’t physically closing the distance between us anymore, I could feel his eyes on me whenever we were in the same room. He never stopped watching me. Never stopped making me aware of his presence. And the worst part? It was working. Because no matter how much I tried to ignore him, my body still reacted whenever he was near. My pulse would quicken, my skin would tingle, and my mind would betray me with thoughts I had no business thinking. I hated it. And yet, a small part of me...one I refused to acknowled

LAYLA'S POV Staring at him warily, I took another step back, ready to run out. Mr Damon seems different, he changed ever since the day he had a fever. Before, he was always cold and distant, barely sparing me a glance unless it was necessary. But now…now he was looking at me like he saw me. Like he wanted something. And that scared me. I cleared my throat, gripping the hem of my top. "I should go" I muttered, forcing my voice to stay steady. His smirk didn’t fade, If anything, it deepened. "Running away again, Layla?" he asked, his voice smooth and teasing. "I'm not running," I defended, though even I wasn’t convinced. He took a slow step forward, erasing the space I had just created. My breath caught in my throat as I stared up at him. "You always do" he murmured "Every time I get close, you pull away." I frowned, my heart pounding. "That's because you shouldn’t be getting close" I shot back. His eyes darkened slightly, and for a brief second, I thought I saw some

RYAN'S POV *The next morning* Knock knock!! I heard the sound of knocking, pulling me out of my sleep as i groggily opened my eyes. "Come in" I said in a hoarse voice...still feeling drowsy from the sleep. The door creaked open as Layla walked in with a cup of coffee in hand. Staring at her, I swallowed hard. She looked so good...it was impossible to not look at her. Layla tilted her head, watching me as I stared at her. "Good morning Mr Damon" she greeted, bringing me back from my train of thought. I cleared my throat, shifting slightly as I sat up. "Morning" I muttered, my voice still rough from sleep. Layla walked over, placing the coffee on my bedside table with the same practiced grace she did everything else. I should’ve been used to it by now...her presence, her efficiency, the way she always seemed to be in control...but somehow, she still had this effect on me. "How are you feeling now, Mr Damon?" She asked, tilting her head to the side while studying me. "You