Novels by Esty

Jane's POV I awoke in a shuddering, antiseptic hospital bed from the black, desolate warehouse horror ripped from me. The even rhythm of the heart monitor and distant whine of the ceiling fluorescent light my only witnesses to my fleeting sanctuary. My body and psychic barriers were broken, and respiratory rate informed me too of something I'd just learned. I remained steadfast for what seemed like an eternity, gazing blankly at the white ceiling as pieces and crumbs of Mae's words gradually began filtering into my mind. Her speculations—that maybe my mother's untimely death when we were kids hadn't been an accident, that it had been something Damien's boozy, irresponsible driving had accidentally caused, worst of all, something my own dad Zack had been privy to some kind of conspiracy—had destroyed the gossamer strands of faith I did have. Betrayal grief seeped into bone marrow with pain from wounds. The door groaned and Nate pulled himself through it with a gentle insistence

Jane's POVThe night is so vividly remembered: darkness, black, devouring the last remnant of comforting city light as I drove home alone down the dark country roads from work. My head reeled on the happenings of the day—the whisper of deception and shadow of my broken past. I had hardly noticed the gentle purr of the car engine above the din in my head before the car's headlights flashed on and a fear that could not be dispelled surrounded me in an instant. I was shaken before I knew it, with a clasp of hardened hand on my car door.The consequence was instantaneous—a shove that shoved the car into the ditch. My heart jumped into my chest and I clasped with a grip at the wheel, but in the blink of an eye wild chaos had been loosed. The steering wheel tore with brute ferocity as I attempted to sever the brakes, and before I could even know what was occurring, the car veered wildly and crashed nose-first into the darkness. I woke up in fright. My head was pounding, and my eyes hurt wit

Jane Pov SIX YEARS AFTER The sound of the private jet was soothing as I gazed out at the clouds passing by. I leaned back against the leather seat, a small smile plastered on my lips.Six years ago, I was broken and disgraced. But with the help of the man who had become my closest confidant, I had risen from the ruins. Now, I was no longer the Jane who cried on park benches or begged for scraps of love from people who didn’t deserve me. I was Jane Harrison, CEO of one of the largest oil companies in San Francisco CA, a mother to a beautiful daughter, and a woman who had reclaimed her power. All just because of one good man.Nate.My phone buzzed, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and smiled when I saw the name. Answering the call, I leaned back, my voice warm and steady. “What is it, Nate? Don’t tell me you’re already missing me.” Nate scoffed, a teasing laugh came through the line. “As much as I’d love to say that, we have meetings lined up, boss lady. Th

Jane PovThe warm sun shone on my face as I stood outside my parent's home, my gear ponding in my chest. Today was my day off and even though the strange man had advised me to stay back and get on with myself before making issues complicated again, I had insisted on coming here.Pleading for him to please stay out of it now.It has been weeks since I last stepped into this place but it felt like yesterday.There was never a reason to laugh anyways. Always being mistreated and used. My fingers nervously raised over the doorbell as I pressed on it. The chime echoed faintly Inside, followed by little voices. The door opened, and I found myself face to face with my stepmother.“Jane,” the woman said, her eyes narrowing in surprise and disgust filling it back . “What are you doing here?” I forced myself to keep my voice steady. “I need to speak with my father.” She hesitated, but then stepped aside, muttering something under her breath. I stepped inside, the familiar scent of the hous

Jane Pov My chest pounded louder as I felt the world collapsing around me. The thought of my stepsister and my husband holding a wedding made my breath hitch in pain.The memories that happened eight weeks ago played in my ears.“No…” I choked, shaking my head in disbelief. “No! This can’t be real!”In a few minutes, I started yanking the IV drips from my arm, ignoring the sharp sting of the needles. “I have to go! I have to stop this!” I cried, my voice breaking with pain as the doctor's eyes widened in shock, preventing me from moving an inch.“Mrs. Jane. Calm your nerves.” He said in a smoothing tone but I wasn't ready to listen. Before I could pull myself out of bed, the door swung open, and a man stepped inside. He was tall and broad shouldered, his presence commanding silence all over the room. His face was hard, locked by dark hair and piercing eyes that held a concerned look on.“Stop,” he said firmly, crossing the room in quick strides. He gently but firmly grasped my wris

Jane POV.It was my wedding anniversary. A three-year journey with Damien Blair. Getting married to Damien was the best thing that ever happened to me. I have always had this fairy tail since when I was young, to have a grand wedding and a perfect home. With Damien everything became easyI clocked off work and made a quick stop at the store to pick up the cake I had ordered a few days before now. After a few hours of driving, I finally approached the house, one of the biggest mansions, centered at the top of a hill in New Yor"Babe!" I gently pushed the door open, walking into the empty living room. I felt a bit disappointed, realizing my husband hadn't returned from work. I dropped the cake on the dining table before I found my way up the stairs"Ahn! Oh, mine!" My steps halted. "Oh! Just like that!" It was not just an ordinary sound, more like the one where two people are making out. I didn't want to believe what I heard, maybe my ear was beginning to hear other things. Gr