Novels by Bubbs

Special Chapter: DRAKO TORRANCEThe universe had a comical way of playing tricks on me.Started with me being born to daddy dearest, to inheriting millions of dollars I never asked for.But this?The sight in front of me?It takes the cake.My ribs burn, my face stings with every cut that’s gushing blood down my cheek to my chest.I can also confidently say I’m seeing through my right eye because the left one is tight shut from the punch I received a few minutes ago.Yet my one good eye blinks at the creature that’s too dainty, too small, too weak, I could crush it in one hand and call it a day without remorse.In a sun dress, pretty dark plumps and a Louis Vuitton bag, the five foot three woman stands on the other side of the ring, gun in hand threatening me.She’s pretty.Pretty for other men to want to spend the night with but pretty for me not to give a fuck about what kind of help she needs from me.“You ask help from all men while pointing guns at them, sugar tits?”I eye her ti

OLIVIA“Do you wanna talk about it?”“Jules, I’m fine.”“You’ve been signing contracts day in day out with no rest and without grieving.”“Grieving won’t bring anyone back.”My baby’s gone. There’s no coming back after that.“But managing all this will bring everyone back?”My best friend doesn’t get a word out of me because my office door squeaks open and the ever-slick William Sterling walks inside.“We’ll talk later, Jules.”She huffs, throws an assuring smile my way before she walks to the door and exits my office.I’ve been in my new office, Montefalco industries picking up where my grandfather left off. Truth of the matter is, I don’t understand anything nor do I know how to handle thousands of employees all waiting for my direction on how to take the company forward.William settles in one of the seats throwing a blue file on my desk.I take it and open it.I know what it is.After all I didn’t visit Ryat Winchester in his glass mansion for nothing.I warned the bastard. I told

RYAT“Baby, she got pregnant to trick you. She got rid of the pregnancy so you wouldn’t demand a paternity test. Women like her like theatrics, Ryat. You shouldn’t feel-.”“Feel sad over losing a kid I didn’t get to see grow up because my child’s mother was ran over by a truck in the middle of the day?” I ask, the question as bitter and galling as the whole week has been.My fiancé opens her mouth slightly then she masks it all with the bullshit affection she’s been giving me since I visited Olivia in the hospital and learnt of my baby’s death.“Ryat- “, Irina purrs my name and it feels like nails getting dragged a rusty wall.I look into her bland brown eyes and utter with no emotion, “Get out. I’ll see you when I need you.”A normal fiancé would make a fuss from the cold way I talk to her.Irina and I aren’t normal. We are in a forced engagement. Soon to be forcefully married.Her generations’ money and my generations’ money ensure that my lineage flourishes with enough wealth to to

OLIVIAPain. A lot of it.It eats me up from the inside, chews down on my head, down to my spine and all the way to my legs.The smell of medicines and something having had gone wrong sifts through my nostrils.I try to breathe.The deafening sound of everything being still around me makes me sicker than I feel.At first, when I open my eyes, I think I’m in heaven.That I died and I woke up in heaven.But when the white ceiling of the hospital becomes clear and the beeping machines assault my ears, reality hits me hard.I blink twice.I breathe in the nauseating air.My weak hands, the ones with tubes plunged deep in my veins, slowly and torturously crawl to the front of the hospital gown I’m wearing.I touch my tummy.Again.And again.Until…“My baby”, I whisper.“Liv”, Dan’s voice beckons from inside the room.“My baby”, I whisper hard, holding my now reduced tummy.“You have to calm down Olivia.”I use all the energy I have inside my body and sit up removing the oxygen mask from m

OLIVIATwo months of suffering.Two months of hiding.Two months of looking for jobs in L.A. Jobs that paid less than fifty bucks a day and I was on the verge of giving up.With a day off and running out of money, I hopped into the nearest café I could find overspending on creamy donuts because my baby craved the sugar.I might have craved the sugar too after four days of dishwashing in a restaurant down town.What I didn’t expect before coming here though was…Him.Ryat Winchester standing in front of me, his calculative eyes on my belly and his scowl bigger than the thunderclouds slowly forming outside.I admit, I panicked.I didn’t think he would find me.And with the panic came the lie.Daniel Carreo, my ex-boyfriend from high school appeared out of nowhere like my knight in shining armor and I had to lie.I had to lie that he was my baby daddy.Right now, though Ryat looks like he can see through my lies but I still hold my head high.Please leave.Just leave.Walk away.“This is

RYAT WINCHESTER“There. That’s everything you ever gave me just so I could warm your bed, Ryat. Your money is in there, your phone is in there, your clothes are in there and whatever we had is in there too. Find yourself another whore who’ll spread her legs for you. We are done, Mr. Winchester.”Two months and counting.Olivia Cabello has been in hiding for two months.The fury churning my mind is still fresh.But the thrill of the chase somewhat balances that fury because once I find her, punishing her won’t be the last thing I do. I’ll make her regret it.“I think we can get the land if we add another million to the budget, boss. The old man might be a family man but no one can refuse that much money”, the head of my financial department urges.Some of the board members murmur and I can hear them nod in agreement, my eyes glide to the view of New York on a humid morning and my teeth grind in my mouth.“Ten million”, I grunt.“Sir?”“The old man you are speaking of. We offered him te