Novels by Manuelito

LYLAS POV“Grey,” Jacob Blackwood called his son with so much surprise in his tone. He dragged the name until he was facing Grey. The expression on Greys face was one that informed me to leave. I followed my instincts, walking away from his father.Greys hand obstructed my path as he stretched it out. His face didn’t turn to me, instead, they stared at his father with curiosity. “What’s going on?” He asked. “Mr. Blackwood only wanted to…”“I asked my father, pretty,” Grey interrupted me. Did he just call me pretty? That was the first time something sweet came out from his mouth which was directed towards me. All my days in the mansion, he’d barely paid any attention to me. “Your wife was a good pick, son. And I heard she’s good with art,” his father’s smile grew as he covered the gap between him and his son. Grey made a nod, his hand dropping as he joined his father at the center of the balcony. There was tension between them, and for a moment I thought Grey knew. My heart sank as

LYLA’S POVThe norm in every billionaire's mansion was a series of parties to celebrate the small wins. No matter how little or insignificant they might look, a party will always be thrown. I made my way out of the room after getting dressed for about an hour. I had waited for another for Grey’s arrival until I was told he’ll be closing late from work. Todays occasion was Elena’s boutique grand-opening after party. I was more than uninterested to attend it. But it was mandatory for every Blackwood. Janet was already waiting at the door by the time I got there. She and the other servants were dressed in a different uniform. She walked me down the hall and stood by my side for a few more seconds. “When did they say Grey would be arriving?” I asked, scanning the hall. “No specific time regarding Mr. Blackwood’s arrival was given, my lady,” Janet answered. I sighed and took a glass of wine from a waiter who was crossing by. Just as I was about taking a sip, I saw Greys father. His e

I suddenly developed wobbly feet as he was the last person I wanted to see that morning. Hello wife, he suddenly said as he looked up at my eye area. I immediately covered my body with the blanket on the bed. He turned around, locked the door, and started moving slowly towards me. We have an unfinished business and I hope you remember because I will remind you in the process. There was this wicked smirk on his face, hmm you are not that bad after all and at this moment, my heart raced as though it wanted to fall out of my chest, I was already teary and scared. He held on to the blanket which I was already too weak to hold tightly and he slowly unwrapped it. His eyes were fixed on my breast and without hesitance, he grabbed them with both hands and I winced in both pain and this unfamiliar pleasure, don't worry, by the time I'm done, you will scream down the whole Blackwood mansion. Suddenly I got the courage to talk, I'm I'm going somewhere, Grey, please can this wai tt, I wasn't

Chapter 9Most times, the most difficult moments in one's life are when you are in a dilemma to make such risky decisions. As I lay restlessly in bed all night, lost in the depths of my thoughts, I weighed the precarious odds and potential benefits of my situation. The tangled web of relationships had captured me completely. Mr. Blackwood's relentless pursuit continued incessantly, despite our familial ties. His persistence both intrigued and unsettled me, casting shadows of doubt on the affinal bond we shared. Is he even aware of the situation we are in?? Does he even respect his son? Oh well, it is a planned marriage, what else would I have expected from such circumstances?As I pondered and fought with my thoughts, a question crossed my mind like lightning. Why me? Why will they use it as a price to help with my mother's bills? It's not like Grey has any feelings towards me, could it be that Mr Blackwood wanted me for himself? Why didn't he just marry me, why would he marry me t

LYLA'S P.O.VI woke up with a baggage of past yesterday's, hefty melancholy fogs my heart's Chambers. My mind doesn't want to open its doors. I rub my eyes to tell myself— it starts again.The cycle of days I kept paddling. I wrap my quilt with little unease. Looks like my arms lack vigor. My heart's allied with my body, both disheartened with fate’s conspiracy. Should I tell myself to change my perspective? Can I dig into my past?What if I am unable to do so? Doesn't matter, I can't get too close before my husband gets too suspicious. The sun has already crossed its rising point. I dragged myself to hydrate and hurried to the bathroom. A few minutes later, a knock came at my door. Still on my towel, I hurried to the door and flung it. “Mr Blackwoods here to see you,” Janet said comfortably. My heart skipped a beat as it was palpitated. I have been avoiding him ever since that one night of incident. Now he was at the Blackwoods mansion. Is he trying to blackmail me emotionally?Di

Chapter 7THE PRANKLYLA'S POVThe heavens pour out in a distant land, and the chilliness of the morning reveals so - My lips tremble, my hands so cold. As the Leaves tickle down a dew, with the silent drizzle, I tuckle down in my bed.There I was lying in my king-sized bed, alone, - thinking about everything that had just happened, especially the emergency call I got from home. it left quite a mark on my psyche. I watched the clock slowly tick as I broke down in tears.I could hardly keep my acts together. I was shaking basically. I just hope my mom is safe, I mumbled. My dad sounded so worried that he requested my presence the next morning.I haven't heard from my mom ever since my arranged wedding. I just hope the Blackwoods kept to their end of the bargain, otherwise.. eventually, I fell asleep.The day dawned crisp and clear, the sun rats escaped through my window into my room.I woke up to the alarm beeping, growing louder as I lay, procrastinating the smack to shut off the soun