Novels by Goodsam

Miranda/Laila’s POVThey thought they knew everything, but I will show them they don’t. My stepmom, my stepsister, and even Mr. Williams—they planned it all to ensure I’d be molested. Foolish of them to forget I had other plans.Flashback...I was in my room, dressing up for the party. The crimson gown I wore clung to me perfectly, and I was just fastening a delicate gold chain around my neck when I overheard voices coming from Mara’s room. My hands froze, and I moved closer to the door, careful not to make a sound.“That drunk fool better go to room 101,” Mara said, her voice sharp and commanding. “Do you hear me? Room 101. Not 102. That’s my room. I don’t want any mistakes, Williams. If he messes this up, everything will fall apart!”I stood frozen for a second, her words sinking in like daggers. My heart thudded heavily, but a smirk soon spread across my face. They thought I was clueless, helpless even. They thought wrong.I crept back to my vanity, my mind already forming a plan.

Miranda/Laila’s POVI sat at my desk, sipping my morning coffee while poring over the stack of documents my secretary, Clara, had brought in earlier. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee swirled around me, momentarily easing the tension that had built up over the past few days. I needed this—something to ground me amidst the chaos. Yet, even as I tried to focus, I couldn’t shake the feeling that trouble was brewing. It always was.The knock on my office door pulled me out of my thoughts. Clara stepped in, her face unusually tense, lips pressed tightly together. Before she could speak, another figure emerged behind her. It was Mr. Williams, his usual stiff demeanor replaced by an unsettling smile. My brows furrowed slightly. This man had made his disdain for me clear from the moment I took over as CEO. What could he possibly want now?“Good morning, Miss Laila,” he said, his voice smooth, almost too friendly. “I hope I’m not disturbing you. I’m here to extend a formal invitation.”I plac

Miranda's POVAs I stepped into my room, I slammed the door behind me, letting out a frustrated sigh. My hands trembled with a mix of anger and adrenaline after the heated encounter with Mara and her wretched mother. My stepmother’s words still echoed in my ears, laced with venom and the audacity to threaten me in my own home.I ran a hand through my hair, pacing the room like a caged lioness. My room, though modest, had become my sanctuary. Its warm, earthy tones and the faint scent of lavender candles I’d lit earlier offered me a shred of solace in a house that was anything but. But even here, I couldn’t shake off the suffocating tension that filled the mansion.Sitting down at my desk, I powered on my laptop. The faint hum of the machine was oddly soothing. Little did Mara or her mother know, I had installed hidden cameras in their room months ago. It wasn’t paranoia—no, it was survival. The cameras gave me eyes and ears on the people who wanted me gone. Every whisper, every scheme

Miranda’s POVI could have had those two hooligans killed if Nolan hadn’t shown up at the wrong moment. They had the audacity to try and murder me right in my own apartment, claiming no one hired them. Their words were laughable. Who else but Mara and her conniving mother could stoop so low? Of course, I had other enemies—plenty, in fact—but they were amateurs compared to those two serpents. The memory of their smug faces as they threw me down from my pedestal burned in my mind like an open wound.But Nolan... why was he hovering around me like a persistent plague? His presence was unsettling, to say the least. After what I’d been through, love was no longer an option for me—it was a game, a tool I could wield. And if Nolan was willing to follow me like a loyal puppy, I’d use him to make Mara burn with jealousy. Let her drown in the bitterness of what she could never have.“It’s not safe to stay here tonight,” Nolan said, interrupting my thoughts. His voice was low and firm, with a hi

Miranda’s POVI returned home that evening, the echoes of my encounter with Desmond and Brenda playing over and over in my head like a victorious symphony. Every little detail brought a sense of satisfaction that I couldn’t help but revel in. I loved seeing the shock etched on Brenda’s face when I snatched the jewelry she wanted right in front of her—especially when she didn’t recognize me. To her, I was someone else. Laila. And that’s exactly how I wanted it.Ending my ex-husband’s contract with my company, the one he so mercilessly stole from me by killing my husband, felt equally rewarding. Even though he was still profiting off what should’ve been mine, the thought of slowly dismantling his world piece by piece fueled me. It was only the beginning, and I had no intention of stopping.I stepped out of my car and walked briskly up the stairs to my apartment, a small grin tugging at my lips. It had been a long day, and all I wanted now was to relax and savor the first few victories i

Desmond’s POVThe restaurant was dimly lit, its ambiance meant to evoke comfort, but it did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside me. I sat at the far corner, nursing a glass of whiskey that did little to dull my anger. The termination email from the Emperor’s Company had been staring back at me on my phone all day, mocking me. The contract was gone—my lifeline, my safety net—ripped away by that insufferable woman, Laila.I clenched the glass tighter, the cold press of it against my palm grounding me as I thought of all the ways my carefully built empire was now at risk. The Emperor’s Company was the foundation of everything I had stolen... or, as I preferred to call it, earned. And Brenda—that useless woman—had made it worse.Brenda’s smug face flashed in my mind. My fiancée. The one person I thought I could manipulate to my advantage had sabotaged everything. Laila had slipped through my fingers at the gala because of her unnecessary jealousy and theatrics. I couldn’t even look a

Twenty-two years later…)EpilogueDamianoWalking out onto the veranda, I glance at the lake before my eyes drift over my guests.Everyone’s at the mansion for a cookout to celebrate Mamma’s eightieth birthday.She didn’t want anything formal, so I only invited the other heads and their families over to spend the day with us.I head toward where the men are sitting and take a seat.Dario points to where the kids are standing in groups, and he lets out a chuckle. “Rosie is following Enzo around. He can’t shake her.”I watch as Dario’s sixteen-year-old daughter sticks to my second-oldest son like glue. When Enzo stops and wraps his arm around her shoulder, the poor girl almost melts into his side.Fuck.I better have a talk with Enzo, who’s just turned twenty. I don’t want him getting any ideas until Rosie’s eighteen.Thankfully, he gives her a brotherly hug before letting go of her.My gaze follows Enzo as he walks to where his brother, Christiano, is talking to Angelo’s sons.When my

Chapter 45DamianoAmelio arranged a Mercedes van and a Porsche Cayenne for the vacation in Cape Town. As we’re driven to the hotel, my eyes are on Gabriella, who’s grinning as she stares at the landscape.“It’s so green, and the mountain is stunning,” she tells Mamma.She was surprised when I allowed us all to travel in the same vehicle, and I had to explain the risk of an attack isn’t as high on vacation as it is in New York.“The roads aren’t as busy as in Manhattan,” Gabriella mentions. “It’s nice.”I give her hand a squeeze and lean into her. “Are you happy, amore mia?”She smiles at me, excitement making the green flecks in her eyes brighter. “Yes. Thank you for arranging all of this for us.”“Emilio did all the work,” I mutter.“You’re welcome, boss,” the fucker says from the driver's seat. “Don’t make me throw you out of the car,” I grumble.When we pull up to The One & Only that’s situated near the waterfront, I slide the door open and climb out.My muscles are stiff from all

Chapter 44GabriellaEven though I didn’t have much of an appetite, I made Coda alla vaccinarafor Mamma, knowing she loves oxtail.I hope Stefano suffers a lot.It’s all I’ve been thinking about since we arrived home after attending the funeral.I can’t believe Aunt Greta’s gone.I glance at Mamma, where she’s sitting in an armchair with her eyes closed.“How are you doing, Mamma?” I murmur.Slowly, she opens her eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. “I keep listening for Greta. It’s so quiet without her.I know.“Should I switch on the TV?” I ask.She shakes her head. “I’m actually tired, cara. I think I’ll go to bed.” “Let me walk with you to your room.”I get up from the chair and help Mamma to her feet.As we walk to her bedroom, I wrap my arm around her shoulders and give her a sideways hug, then say, “Please let me know if there is anything I can do to make you feel better.”We stop near her door, and she gently pats my cheek. “You’re already helping, mia figlia.”Hearing her call me

Chapter 43DamianoArriving at the warehouse, I get out of the SUV and head to the side entrance.“Carlo, go torture Stefano,” I say. “Just don’t kill him yet.”He nods, and I stop by the room where Mrs. di Bella is being held. “Are you going in?” Emilio asks.“Yes. Go keep an eye on Carlo.”When I’m alone, I think about everything Gabriella told me.As ice flows through my veins, I open the door and step inside. I glance at Bobby, who’s been guarding her, and nod to the door.After he leaves, my gaze settles on Mrs. di Bella, who’s tied to a chair. “Comfortable?” I ask.Her breaths explode over her lips, her skin pale with sorrow. Fear darkens her eyes as she stares at me.“Gabriella told me what you did to her,” I murmur, my tone dark with anger. “What you allowed to be done to her.”“It’s all lies,” she cries.I dart forward, and grabbing hold of her neck, I force her and the chair backward until she slams into the concrete floor.I pull out my gun from behind my back and press the

Chapter 42DamianoAfter leaving Gabriella in Mamma and Vito’s care, Emilio drives Carlo and me to the warehouse.Yesterday was a quiet day for us. Once we all got some sleep, Emilio ordered food for everyone. There wasn’t much talking being done, because we were all processing the shitstorm we just went through.But as I’m on my way to the warehouse, my thoughts are focused on what lies ahead.Vengeance burns in my chest, an incessant inferno that can only be extinguished with blood.A fuck ton of blood.Today, everyone who’s hurt me and mine will die. Everyone but Stefano. He will suffer a million times more than Gabriella did before he meets his gruesome end.After the SUV pulls up to the warehouse, I shove the door open and climb out.Dressed in a suit, I adjust my jacket before I walk to the side entrance while pulling my phone out to call Tommy.“Yes, boss?” he answers on the second ring. “Bring them.”“Be there in ten minutes.”When I enter the building, I head to the room wher

Chapter 41DamianoI got little to no sleep with my cock buried deep inside Gabriella. Not fucking her is impossibly hard, but she needs the rest, so I power through.I deserve a fucking gold medal for the sweet torture I’m forced to endure.Then she fucking stirs against my chest, and her pebbled nipples brush over my skin.Christ.When her inner muscles clamp around my cock, I let out a harsh breath, sweat beading at the back of my neck.Before I can ask if she’s awake, Gabriella slowly starts to swivel her hips.I let out a groan, my fingers digging into her ass cheeks. “You’re killing me.”“Hmm…”She rubs her clit against me, the movements quickly pushing me toward an orgasm.“Amore mia,” I grunt. “You’re going to make me come.”“That’s the plan,” she moans before starting to press kisses to my pecs. “You feel so good.” Her teeth tug at my nipple. “You taste even better.”I don’t stand a chance against my wife, and I thrust up once before shooting my release into her wet warmth.M

Paxton’s POVThe moment I finished my announcement, my eyes instinctively searched for Haley in the crowd. She had been sitting there, her usual spot with Mara, her ever-present shadow. But when I turned back to look, she was gone. It felt like a flash—a trick of the mind. She had been there just seconds ago, hadn’t she? My chest tightened as panic threatened to surface. My grip on the microphone faltered, and before I realized it, I had set it down and abandoned my place on stage. My mind wasn’t on the crowd or the buzzing conversations that followed my bold declaration; it was on Haley.The memory of her laugh earlier still lingered in my mind. For a split second, I had felt hope—pure, unfiltered hope that maybe she was warming up to me, maybe she had started to see me the way I saw her. But then, without warning, she had disappeared. The memory of her falling onto me during that basketball game flashed vividly. I could still feel the warmth of her presence, the light pressure of he

Hailey’s POVThe air was alive with a buzzing excitement as the principal announced the inter-school basketball competition. The whole school seemed to tremble with anticipation. I, on the other hand, was not as thrilled. Basketball games weren’t my thing, especially not with Paxton and Dimitri involved. Their rivalry was already messy enough without adding an actual competition to the mix. But Mia? She was ecstatic.“You have to come!” she squealed, practically bouncing in place. Her dark eyes gleamed with mischief, and her smile stretched wide enough to make her dimples show. “It’s going to be the event of the year. Paxton is playing!”That did it. I sighed, knowing there was no arguing with Mia when she got this excited. “Fine,” I relented. Her grin widened as she dragged me off to plan what we’d wear.The evening came quickly, and Mia had chosen our outfits, of course. I wore a pair of fitted black shorts with a sheer black hose underneath, paired with a loose shirt that fell just

Hailey’s POVMia’s words still lingered in my mind as I walked out of the bedroom, my shoulders heavy with exhaustion. Her anger, the accusations, and the pain in her voice—it all gnawed at me, leaving an ache in my chest. She was my best friend, someone I trusted above all else, and now it felt like I was sharing a space with a stranger who despised me.I made my way to the couch in the small living room, grabbing the old blanket we kept folded on the armrest. The fabric was thin, barely warm, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to stay in that room with Mia’s piercing glares and cutting remarks.Lying down, I stared at the ceiling, trying to process everything. “What a mess,” I muttered under my breath. If only Jenny were here. She’d know exactly what to say, how to calm Mia down and help me figure out what to do. But she wasn’t here. It was just me, navigating this storm of emotions and tension with no compass to guide me.I was just starting to drift off when a loud knock at the doo

Hailey’s POVThe moment Mia stormed off, I stood frozen in the middle of the bustling campus. My heart felt like it had been shredded into a thousand tiny pieces. My best friend—my sister in all but blood—had just called me a traitor. The words rang in my ears like a bitter echo.Desperate for clarity, I fumbled for my phone and dialed Jenny’s number. She picked up after a few rings, her voice cheerful at first.“Hey, Hailey! What’s up?”The sound of her warmth nearly made me cry, but I forced myself to keep it together. “Jenny, something’s wrong with Mia,” I said, my voice trembling. “She just called me a traitor. Out of nowhere! We’re all friends—how could she even think that about me? Did something happen that I don’t know about? Is everything okay at home?”Jenny was silent for a moment, and I could hear her sharp intake of breath. “What?” she said, her voice laced with disbelief. “Mia said that to you?”“Yes,” I replied, my chest tightening. “She accused me of betraying her… over

Hailey’s POVI was still sitting in the stadium, lost in thought about everything that had happened with Paxton. The feel of his hands on my waist, the way his eyes held mine—those moments kept replaying in my head like a broken record. I couldn’t help but wonder what I was getting myself into.But my spiraling thoughts were interrupted by a tap on my shoulder. Startled, I turned with too much force, ready to snap at whoever it was.It was Dimitri, again! I thought he left few minutes ago.“Hey, Hailey,” he greeted, flashing me his signature grin—the one that always seemed to carry a mix of mischief and charm.I groaned inwardly, already bracing myself for whatever nonsense he was about to say. “What do you want, Dimitri?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest.“I have something to say to you!” he said, his tone light but oddly serious.I scoffed. “This should be good.”“Come on,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I got caught up in the moment. Look, everyone cheering me on—i

Hailey’s POVThe day had been dragging, and honestly, I was starving. Spending hours supervising Paxton and Dimitri was draining. They were like two magnets—always clashing, always pulling apart, and somehow always causing chaos. I sighed, rubbing my temple as I sat down on the bleachers, desperate for some peace. To distract myself, I pulled out my phone and tapped on my favorite series, Game of Thrones.The opening theme filled my ears, offering a brief escape from the madness. For a moment, I forgot the boys and their incessant bickering. But time has a way of sneaking up on you. When I glanced at my screen, I noticed it was time for lunch. My stomach growled in agreement.I made my way to the canteen, grabbing trays of food and drinks for both boys. Paxton might be the team leader, but Dimitri had a way of stirring trouble that made him more exhausting to deal with. As I walked past the corridor leading to Dimitri’s new assignment, he spotted me. His signature smirk appeared, maki

Chapter 5 Leena's Pov I walked out slowly, my hands wrung together, my teeth grinding against my lips. I was told to wait outside for Kevin and Avin, and I was doing just that, however, it seems that they were just making me wait for no reason. From where the both of them stood, talking to a female, they continued to glance at me, Kevin with a teasing smirk. Finally, after like ten hours, they came to me. “Are you having fun, Little Runaway?” Kevin asked. “No.” I muttered under my breath, “Why did you ask me to wait for you?” I questioned. “Here.” Kevin stretched his hands out, extending a badge to me. “What's this?” I took it, staring at it in confusion. “There will be a banquet in a few days, make sure to be there. It's to celebrate your coming as guardian of the pack. The servants would be there to dress you when it's time, and do not come late, the elders do not appreciate tardiness.” I sighed and nodded, not at all happy with this. The last time I was the center of attra

Chapter 4 Leena's Pov “Let me go! You promised to take me to the human lands, why did you bring me here?!” I struggled against Avin who held my waist tightly, dragging me through the gates with him. This was the third time I had tried to escape and each time, I was caught and brought back here. Avin and Kevin had brought me to their pack against my will six days ago. I had no idea that they were leading me farther and farther away from the human lands until the smell of different werewolves assaulted my nose. It was that moment I realised that I had been brought to a land that was filled to the brim with werewolves. “I said let go of me! Put me down! Put me down quickly!” I yelled, however, without a word, Avin leaned down and with one movement, hoisted me up on his shoulders. Stunned, I couldn't say a word at first but by the time I recovered my voice and mobility, I began to hit his back, thrashing wildly against his body. “Runaway, if you don't want me to throw you out of the

Chapter 3 Leena's Pov “Come out now or you're going to get killed.” I froze. There was another person here, there were two. And from the tone of his voice, I was surely going to get killed if I didn't come out. I gulped, rethinking my life choices but at this moment, I truly had no choice but to come out, so I did just that. And immediately I did, I found myself knocked back, my back hitting the wooden wall of the small hut, a groan escaping my lips at the impact. “Who are you? Why are you here? Who sent you here?” The questions came rapid-fire, each one sharper than the last. I struggled to catch my breath, the pain in my back making it hard to focus. My eyes darted between the two figures before me, the one who had killed those people after me and the one who had threatened to kill me if I didn't come out, whose cold, calculating gaze pinned me in place."I… I'm just passing through." I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, "I needed a place to stay and throw off the peopl

Chapter 2 Leena's Pov I had to run. Quickly. I had to get help and the only person who could help me was him. My lover. The one whom I thought I was going to be given to. I passed through the back bushes, careful not to make any noise. Making my way to the back door, I opened it slowly, softly, and then filtered into the house, my footsteps light and airy. “Vin.” I called out softly, frowning when no one answered me. Where was he? I sniffed the air, waiting for his scent to hit me but still, the house smelled stale and dry. Like he hadn't been home in a while. Vin was lame, so he couldn't have been able to walk far. I stepped back outside, sniffing the air until I found his trail, which I followed. It led to a clearing, where the moon shone directly on the ground, so it was very easy for me to see what was going on. I crouched down, using the bushes to camouflage myself. There he was, with three other people, two men and a woman whom I recognised pretty well. She was one of the

Chapter 1 Leena’s Pov “Stop stalling! Get out if you're not ready to get your match!” Someone yelled from the back as I was pushed aside, groaning when my waist connected to the edge of a lone table behind me. I fell to the ground in a heap, clutching my waist. Snickers echoed in my ears making me freeze, but I had to get back in line or else I was going to get pushed to the back and I'd have to start all over again. So I scrambled up, and rushed to stand in the line with the other omegas. Today was the ‘Mate Matching’, a sacred consultation which was held for every werewolf who had come of age. The shaman whom the Alpha had invited would guide us through the ritual, using the moon's blessing to pair us with our destined mate. For an omega like me, this event meant everything. A mate meant protection, stability, and finally, a way of belonging, something I had craved my entire life.I glanced around nervously, the line of Omegas stretched ahead, their expressions a mix of eagerne