Novels by I.J Faeoma

Lana’s POV The taste of him still lingered on her lips. No matter how much she tried to shake it off, the memory of last night burned through her like fire licking at dry wood. The way Damian’s hands had gripped her, strong and possessive, the way his lips had crashed against hers with raw hunger—like he was staking a claim. Lana squeezed her eyes shut, inhaling deeply as she pressed her fingers to her lips. She could still feel the heat of his body against hers, the way he had pressed her against the cool glass, the firm stroke of his fingers exploring her waist, her thighs, the slow, torturous graze of his thumb— She sat up abruptly, shaking her head. What the hell is wrong with me? Her mind shouldn’t be fixated on a kiss, not when she had bigger things to worry about. Like the truth. Like him. And then, there was her brother. A sharp pang of grief clenched at her chest, and she curled her fingers into the sheets, her breathing suddenly uneven. She had dreamed about him ag

Lilith Wolfe’s POVThe moment she opened the door, her eyes met a young woman standing in front of her, holding a file in one hand, the other clenched at her side. Lilith took her in quickly. Dark hair cascading in loose waves, a sleek black blouse tucked into an ivory pencil skirt that hugged her curves, and a poised yet guarded expression.Lilith narrowed her eyes. There was something… familiar. Not her face no, she had never met her before. But the way she held herself, that look in her eyes. It tickled a distant memory, but before she could place it, Damian appeared behind her.“Lana, you took your time,” he said, stepping forward to take the file from her.Lana didn’t respond right away. She was staring at Lilith. Her fingers trembled slightly before she quickly masked it, forcing a smile.“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Wolfe.”Lilith tilted her head, scrutinizing the girl. That voice… something about her was wrong.“Likewise, dear,” Lilith said smoothly, her lips curling int

Damian’s POVThe private jet landed smoothly, its engines humming as the sleek aircraft came to a stop. Damian stood near the black SUV, hands in his pockets, his usual composed demeanor in place.Then, Lilith Wolfe descended the steps.Her tailored emerald-green pantsuit fit her like a second skin, exuding power and control. The sharp bob framed her regal face, her red lips curving into a knowing smile.“My darling nephew,” she purred, stopping in front of him. “You didn’t have to come all the way here to pick me up.”“I wanted to,” Damian replied smoothly, taking her carry-on. “It’s been two years.”Lilith sighed dramatically. “South Africa was draining. But I’m back now, and we have much to discuss.”He led her toward the car, his mind drifting to the business empire he had built—one she had guided him through. She had been the one who encouraged him to buy Sinclair Enterprises. She had always known best.Why would he ever doubt her?Lana’s POV –Lana had no business snooping.But

Lana’s mind was a mess.The taste of Damian Wolfe was still on her lips, a reminder of the mistake she had just made. A mistake that shouldn’t have felt so… intoxicating.Damian hadn’t moved. His jaw was tense, his eyes locked onto Victoria as if he was calculating his next move. But Lana could feel the heat of his body, the intensity of the moment still lingering between them.Victoria Monroe smiled, tilting her glass as if she had just caught something far more entertaining than expected.“Well,” she mused, taking a slow sip of her wine. “That was unexpected. But then again, you always did have a way of complicating things, Damian.”Lana swallowed, her heart hammering.Damian exhaled sharply, stepping back. The loss of his warmth sent an unsettling shiver down her spine.“This doesn’t concern you, Victoria,” he said, his voice dangerously low.Victoria chuckled. “Oh, but it does. Because the last time you let someone get too close, it didn’t end well for them.”Lana stiffened.Damia

The air in the grand ballroom felt heavier than before. It wasn’t the champagne or the way the chandeliers glowed against the high ceilings—it was him. Damian Wolfe. A man whose presence was as commanding as his reputation, and right now, he was standing at the bar with a woman Lana had never seen before.A tall, stunning woman, draped in a crimson dress that hugged her curves like it had been made for her. She moved with the kind of confidence that came from knowing she was desired, her manicured fingers trailing along Damian’s exposed collarbone as she leaned in, whispering something into his ear.Lana clenched her hands into fists, willing herself to look away. It’s none of your business. But her traitorous gaze stayed locked on them.She had never seen him this… receptive. Sure, Damian was always cold, always unreadable, but something about this woman seemed to loosen his edges like she had once been something more.Lana exhaled sharply and turned on her heel. She didn’t care. She

Lana’s POV Lana’s breath hitched as she turned toward the voice that had just shattered her carefully constructed world. “You look… familiar,” the man in white tuxedo murmured, his wrinkled gray-blue eyes narrowing in suspicion but from under the ballroom warm light, it looked haughty. Lana’s pulse pounded. She had prepared for this moment, knowing that one day, someone from her past might recognize her. But she hadn’t expected it to happen here, at a high-profile gala, with Damian Wolfe the person responsible for all these standing mere inches away. She forced a smile. “I think you’re mistaken.” The man hesitated, scanning Lana’s face as if searching for something buried in her memory. Before he could press further, a smooth voice cut through the tension. “There you are.” Lana turned, and her body tensed at the sight of Victor Lancaster—one of Damian’s biggest rivals—walking toward her with an easy, confident smirk. Victor reached for her hand and, to her surprise, pressed a