Novels by Zee

Monica“You are suspended till further notice.” That's what kept ringing in my ear as I entered my high-end one-bedroom apartment in New York City.I could afford this apartment thanks to the big fat salary I receive from Walker cooperatives. I don't even want to start imagining what it'll be like not working there anymore.It's all her fault… that bitch slimy creature that's always clinging onto him. I don't get why he let her stay with him when she's not his daughter.My heart was palpitating with anger as I squeezed the plastic cup I just finished drinking water with. At least he should have asked for my side of the story before sending me away like that.It's not fair… but I'll keep on calling him till he's ready to talk to me. He needs me in the company so he can't get rid of me that easily.My mind became calm after this thought and I went on with my day, finding things to do to avoid sitting idle and thinking about my miserable situation.Now, who do I even blame — Maria for gi

ReneeThe sound of something crashing startled me and Jeremy.I saw him in my room, applying pressure with ice on the bruise that had started forming on my stomach. He filled me in on what happened after I passed out.I tried running out twice to go search for Ivor but he wouldn't let me, promising that Ivor was fine and would be back before I knew it.He finally gets me to stop moving and starts applying relief balm on my bruise and we have been sitting like that for hours.No one's talking to the other except for Jeremy that goes out to pick calls, talking in a hushed tone. All my pleading with him to tell me what was going on fell on deaf ears.All he keeps saying is Ivor is fine and would be home anytime soon.Another crashing sound came again and we ran outside the bedroom to see what was going on.I wasn't the only one surprised to see guards standing with grim looks on their faces in front of Ivor's door.Does that mean he's back?I didn't get anyone to answer that question bef

Ivor“I am Monica Reyes, his assistant and this is his lawyer. Mr. Vincent Johnson.” She introduced herself, not minding what he said earlier.“I am here with a bail on my client, Mr. Walker.” Vincent hands them the bail process papers.But to my utmost surprise — and everyone's shock. He tore them and threw them into the bin.Why am I not surprised? His words from earlier flashed through my mind, “Order from the up”“We can't just release him on bail. We need to ask him some questions first.” He insisted.“This is a forced arrest and you refusing him bail will put you in big trouble. Did you know that? You didn't even read him his Miranda right” Vincent tried to warm them.“I'd like to take my chances,” Martinez said with a sly grin.Well, looks like I know who I am up against — only one person could do this but let me get more facts from Silas first before making my decision.“Douglas, come on. Start the interrogation.” Monica and Vincent were ushered out of the room.“how do you re

Ivor I don't know which is more unsettling, is it the fact that she cooked lunch for me and brought it to my office or — the fact that she and Monica always fight like old-time enemies wherever they meet or the fact that — she made my favorite meal and Jeremy is in front of me gobbling it down like it's his last meal on earth.What's more disturbing was how calm she looked when Monica was busy hurling insults at her. I have never seen her that quiet or calm.And I don't know if I should be happy or not. I complained to Jeremy but he again dismissed it as her growing up — but I could bet with all my money that this is more than that.‘Should I ask her what's going on? What would I say? Where do I start from?’ I groaned, hissing in pain as my migraine hit me harder.Yep, that's what I have been doing since yesterday — thinking, that hasn't led me anywhere, only resulting in a head-banging migraine.And the strangest part of all this is I wasn't sure if I liked it or if it unsettled me

Renee “At least my shoe is the only thing that's broken around here, unlike your manners. You're pathetic. And you know what's even more pathetic? Coming to the company unannounced, and dressed like that.” She spat and pointed out my dress. “Bearing gifts.”My eyes trailed down my clothes to see what was wrong with what I was wearing but I found none. In a bid to hurry so Lance doesn't change his mind. I settled on wearing the first dress in the first row in my closet, a wine-red off-shoulder short dress with an open slit cut up to my thighs.Which is not bad at all, the dress reached to my knee so I didn't see what she was hating on.I was tempted to give her a befitting response until my eyes landed on the crowd forming outside Ivor's office as a result of her high-pitched voice, some brought their phones out and were recording the scene.And I didn't want the office turning to chaos, so I kept mute and off she went with the swearing and insults, her spit flying around, hitting my

ReneeAfter Ivor left for work, I was beaming with joy seeing how he finished his breakfast without any questions. I have cooked consecutively for three days now since he came back from Italy.The way his eyes were following all my moves as I was serving him almost made me lose myself but I forced myself to compose.I could see countless questions dancing in his eyes but was glad he didn't ask any because I wouldn't know where to start answering him from.Annie, that bitch, hasn't been picking up my calls — she thought I was about to complain about the usual not knowing I was calling for her to give me more tips on how to prepare in case of any questions from him.Laying around all day without doing anything was boring me out, I was currently thinking of what to do or where to go when a mouthwatering idea struck me.A mischievous smile curled up my lips. ‘Why didn't I think of this before?’ I thought to myself as I leaped from my bed and made my way downstairs.Everything that was need

~ Rayel’s POVPanic clawed at me as Elara’s mental link flickered, replaced by a terrifying image,a dark cave.“She is in danger!” I yelled out. Every ounce of self-preservation melted away, replaced by an urge to protect her.The fragmented images Elara had sent were enough. Mountains, a cave entrance. It wasn't much, but it was all I had. Barking orders to Boris, I rallied my most trusted warriors. We rode with a desperate urgency, the rising sun painting the sky a bloody red that mirrored the turmoil within me.Hours bled into one another as we traversed treacherous terrain. Doubt gnawed at the edges of my determination. Had I reached in time? Then, a flicker of hope. A plume of smoke rising from a clearing in the distance.I felt energetic, so I urged my men forward. The scene that greeted me was a tableau of chaos. Elara, battered and bruised, was surrounded by Darach's men. Her defiance, even in her weakened state, ignited a fury within me hotter than any fire.Before I coul

~ Elara’s POVThe trek with Rufus towards my father's supposed location had been arduous. Days blurred into nights, the dense canopy offering scant sunlight. Rufus remained by my side, my keen senses constantly on alert. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the trees thinned, revealing a desolate mountain range.A shiver ran down my spine as I spotted a dark, gaping maw nestled at the base of the highest peak. It couldn't be. The cave. The one from my connection with my father.Fear warred with desperation. Taking a deep breath, I linked with my father once more. This time, raw, agonizing screams reached me.“ My father, It was him,” I told Rufus.Heart pounding a frantic tattoo against my ribs, I scrambled down the rocky slope, Rufus hot on my heels. The stench of damp earth and something metallic filled the air as we reached the cave entrance. A low growl rumbled from within, sending shivers down my spine.Ignoring the fear, I pushed past the ragged curtain concealing the entra

~ Rayel’s POV"What?!" The scream ripped from my throat, a guttural roar of fury. Ignoring the guards and the stunned look on Hazel's face, I lunged at Dolph. He may have been chained, but that wouldn't stop me. My fist connected with his jaw again, a satisfying blow that carried the weight of my wrath."How dare you!" My voice was a low growl, laced with a dangerous edge. "They're not pawns in your twisted games! You lay a single finger on them, and you'll regret the day you were born!""Rayel!" Hazel cried, her voice thick with hurt and betrayal. Clearly, the sight of me attacking her lover had shaken her.But before I could even process her reaction, she did something that sent a fresh wave of shock through me. Hazel, the woman I thought I knew, knelt beside the now-wincing Dolph and began to help him up. Her touch, gentle and concerned, was a stark contrast to the coldness she had shown me earlier. "Is Elara still alive?" Her voice, laced with a desperate urgency, was directed at

~ Rayel’s POVPushing myself off the bed, a newfound determination coursed through me. The anger might still simmer beneath the surface, but it was overshadowed by a fierce longing for Elara and my son. I wouldn't give up. I would find Elara and my son, no matter what it took.Just then, the door creaked open. It was Boris. Relief washed over me, maybe he had news about the retrieval team."Your Majesty," he announced, his voice a welcome sound in the tense silence. "I've done as you ordered. The guards are heading towards Alpha Dolph’s pack as we speak."I nodded curtly, a flicker of appreciation for his swiftness. But before Boris could launch into whatever he was about to say, I cut him off. Hazel's name was a raw nerve, and I couldn't bear to hear it right now. "Don't mention her," I rasped, my voice tight. "Just find Elara's stepfather. I need to talk to him."Boris's brow furrowed in confusion. "Elara's stepfather? What about him?" It was clear he didn't understand my plan, but

~ Rayel’s POVMy heart shattered into a million pieces. Years of love, devotion, poured down the drain. The woman I thought I knew, the woman I had built a future with was a stranger. The truth, a bitter pill coated in sugar, sat heavy in my gut."You... love someone else and have never loved me?" My voice barely rose above a whisper, the words scraping against my raw throat.Hazel scoffed, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Loved? Please, Rayel. It was never love. It was convenient. A way to pass the time." The coldness in her voice sent a fresh wave of nausea crashing over me."And now you want out?" I managed, the question laced with a desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, this was all a twisted joke.Hazel's smile returned, but this time it was devoid of warmth, a predatory glint flashing in her eyes. "Exactly. And wouldn't it be a grand gesture of your love to let me go quietly? A final act of selflessness before I return to the arms of someone who actually deserves me."

~ Rayel’s POV I was speechless, staring at Hazel. She wasn't making things easier. Hazel got up and walked closer to me, clearly frustrated."You're being such a jerk, Rayel! Why are you acting so mad? I told you I was pregnant, and you believed it even though you knew I can't have kids. Why are you getting mad at me now?” Hazel demanded, her voice laced with anger.Frustration bubbled over. "Seriously, Hazel? You can't even apologize?" I exclaimed.Hazel scoffed. "Why would I? I bent over backwards for you, remember? You should be thanking me, not throwing a tantrum."Her lack of regret made my blood boil. "That's unbelievable, Hazel! You don't get to play innocent here. Taking responsibility is grown-up stuff, and you're failing miserably! I hate it when people don’t take responsibility for their actions!” I said. The air hung heavy with accusation after Hazel's scoff. "Take responsibility for my actions!" she spat, her words dripping with misplaced blame. I managed a smile, thin

Camilla's POV I made sure to lock my door, then hit my bed not bothering to change, even though I slept all the way through California and I still need more sleep. My eyes droop and I let my body take over. Andrew's POV She left the dining table angrily and she didn't even turn when I was calling her. She's definitely angry. I rack my brain for something I said that made her angry but I couldn't come up with anything.I left the dining table and headed upstairs. Her room was my first stop, after knocking for five times and no response. I held onto the handle trying to open the door but it won't budge. It dawned on me that she locked it.I started struggling to force it but it's not working. “Camilla, Camilla.” The door jiggled from the pressure as I kept on yelling her name but no response.Maybe she's doing it on purpose, I know she can hear me.My ringing tone halted me from what I was doing. I checked and it was f****ng Brielle. Ohhh for the love of God. Can't she take a hint?

Camilla's POV We got to the airport and Andrew was telling me how he had planned a surprise for me but the artist guy ruined it.“Well, what is the surprise?” I asked him, to know if I can convince him to go back so we can do the surprise.“It doesn't matter now because we are going back home.” He tried to brush it off but I am not having it.“Just tell me, alright? If it's worth going back for, then we will go back and why didn't you tell me earlier?”He looked amused by my question, I don't get what's amusing about it. “If I had told you then it won't be a surprise anymore and we are not going back.”With the tone he said that— I know I can't convince him. “Alright, we are not going back but you have to tell me what it is.”He held the small of my back, pushing me to get inside the plane, a male attendant greeted us. And I turned to Andrew, looking at him in question.He dragged me to my seat, placing me in a cubicle that looks like a room but it's not. And that's when I noticed, th

Camilla's POV After what he said, the silence in the car was deafening and I could cut through it with a knife.The driver came back with the food, and handed it to Andrew through the divider. We started eating in silence. I focused on my food till I was done. I was also thankful that he didn't press more on the conversation.He also finished eating just in time for the driver to inform us that we've reached our destination. I looked down at my outfit and I just felt self conscious. “Do you need to change?” Andrew asked, as he was also eyeing my already squeezed outfit.“Yes, can you wait for me outside. You can come back in when I am done.” He nodded and stepped out of the car. I start doing light makeup while still pondering on what to wear.He opened the door again and handed me a set of clothes and shoes. I held it up to inspect it. It was a maroon dress, with a back open and a slit that runs up to my thighs. The shoe was also maroon and it fit.I changed into it asap, and stepp

Camilla's POV We settle down and buckle up just like the captain instructed, but what running through my head right now is when he referred to us as Mr and Mrs Reynolds. Andrew was still staring at me expecting me to say something. I didn't know what to feel or say to him, I mean on one hand mom's angry because I didn't tell her I was going anywhere and that's his fault. But on the other hand, he's apologizing and I can't stay angry at him.I always wonder why, and it hits me like a rock, my eyes growing the size of a saucer as realization dawns on me. I AM IN LOVE WITH ANDREW FREAKING REYNOLDS. ohhhh my goodness. “Here, let me help you.” His voice broke me out of my reverie, I looked up to see that he's offering me his hand.I took it and he helped me up, we moved to the door, he pressed some buttons and it started descending. We walked out of the plane and a car was waiting for us.I remember our luggage, and was about to ask Andrew for it but he beat me to it, “they will take ca

Andrew's POV I watched her as she drifted off to sleep, I smiled as my eyes trailed down to her lips. I inch closer and peck them a little. My little trouble maker.I finished my glass and poured another one while I played a game on my phone to kill time. Talking about time; we have been traveling for two hours now and Camilla is fast asleep.What amazes me with her is she doesn't even get tired of sleeping. I saw the attendant coming from my peripheral sight. I focused on my phone not wanting to have any discussion with her.“Sir, do you need anything?” I looked up to her, staring at her from head all the way to her neck before my eyes landed on her shirt that's unbuttoned down to her bra and her boobs were visible. She's wearing a black bra. She cleared her throat which got my attention.“What are you trying to do? Huh?” She starts fidgeting under my scrutinizing gaze, not being able to answer.“Trying to seduce me?” She licks her lips, casting a glance at Camilla's sleeping figur

Camilla's POV “What do you want to know?” His question came as a surprise because I thought he would lash out because of how silent he was.I turned to face him, tucking my legs under one another, “I don't know; anything you would want me to know.”He did just like I did, tucking his legs on one another, before he started talking. “My mother left when I was eight, it's been me and my dad all along, I still don't understand why she did —-,” he sigh and was silent for few seconds before he continues, “last I heard of her, she got married to her lover and that's like seven years ago.”“ That's where my lack of trust stems from because no one would love you for real but because of what you can offer them so I choose to use them just like they used me.” “My dad has been in and out of relationships but most of the women mostly want him for his money and not him. Your mom has been the only one who hasn't shown that trait.” His eyes were filled with tears as he blinked and bit hard on his l