Novels by Jojo

I paced back and forth in the small, drab room, my anger simmering just below the surface like a pot about to boil over. Almost an hour. That's how long I'd been waiting. No one had bothered to come and talk to me, no one had even offered me a glass of water. The fluorescent lights above flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls."Tsk! What a day," I grumbled, my voice low and menacing. To think that a person like me, with so much respect from the position my family occupied in the city, a pillar of the community, would be treated like some kind of common criminal. Today had really come in all shades of red.As I boiled over with anger, the door creaked open, and I spun around, my eyes blazing with fury. "About time," I snapped, my voice rising like a thunderclap. "I've been kept waiting for almost an hour. What kind of incompetence is this?"The chief investigator, a tall, imposing man with a calm expression, walked into the room. He looked new, I hadn't seen him around before. H

“Sir, I had to send the driver home. Would drive you instead, sir.” James spoke out after a long silence between us as we headed to the hospital car park. Still wrapped in deep grief and sadness, I nodded in acknowledgement, not letting a word leave my lips. It was past nine when I settled into the back seat of my sleek black Sedan car with tinted windows. I couldn't believe I had spent the whole day at the hospital. “Home, sir?" James asked immediately after bringing the engine back to life as his eyes met mine in the rearview mirror.I nodded. "Yes, home."As James pulled out of the hospital parking lot, I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes, feeling the soft hum of the engine and the gentle motion of the car. For a moment, I forgot all the past events of the day as the cool night air rushed past my face, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and fresh-cut grass.As we drove, my eyelids began to grow heavy, my body relaxing into the soft slumber of sleep. I try to fight i

Raymond’s POV After several hours of waiting, and receiving the news my doctor friend gave me about our newborn, the chief surgeon finally came out. “Good evening, Mr Greg.” He greeted, his voice professional but calm as he pulled out the surgical mask he wore over his nose and mouth. “I’m so sorry about the loss of your child… your…” “Please, just tell me, don't patronize me. I can handle it.” I impatiently spoke, taking the doctor's words from his mouth. “Well, Mr Greg. Your wife isn't dead if that's what you mean but, she drifted into a coma after the operation. So now all we can do is wait while we try to provide her reasons for her to fight back and return to us.” I was shocked. Today I have to win the Guinness record for the worst day of my life. “Ca…can I at least see her?” I muttered, my voice dipped in grief. “Can I see my wife please?” “I don't think…” “Please, doctor.” I pleaded, wiping off the tears that slowly streamed down my eyes. “If you insist. But please, t

I couldn't believe the sight before me. One second Bianca was glowing and smiling as she stood beside me, and now she was covered with blood struggling for her own life. “Please stay with me,” I managed to utter, “We are almost there.” I added as I held her hand, trying to get her to stay with me. But her eyes were glazing over, her pupils dilating. I could feel her slipping away from me, and I was powerless to stop it."No, no, no," I whispered, my voice shaking with desperation. "Don't leave me, Bianca. Please don't leave me."The room around us was a blur of chaos and confusion. People were shouting, crying, and screaming. But I was focused solely on Bianca, trying to keep her with me.I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I turned to see one of our friends, a doctor, kneeling beside me. "Raymond, we need to get her to the hospital, now, or else we would lose her." he said, his voice firm and urgent.I nodded, still ho

Raymond’s POV“Today has to be perfect,” I voiced out in my head as I paced back and forth in the grand ballroom, my eyes scanning the elegant decorations and the catering staff scurrying about. Today was the day - the day of the baby shower, and I wanted everything to be perfect.Bianca was my world, and now I wasn't just going to have her to myself but I am getting an extra gift to the package. As I reminisced about the love journey of Bianca and I, my heart filled with gratitude and I was determined to make this day special for her and our unborn child. A day that she would never forget. “Mrs Jenkins, please make sure the best wines are used to serve the guests today. Everything should be in order.” I quickly said, my voice calm but urgent as Mrs Jenkins walked across the hall. Mrs Jenkins nodded and smiled at my request. “Today would be a beautiful day Raymond, you don't need to worry.” I scanned the room making sure everything was in their rightful position for the last time

Juana’s POV“Perfect!” I voiced out, having a mischievous grin on my face as I adjusted my dress and admired myself in the large rectangular mirror in front of me. With my hands on akimbo, I turned left, then right in front of the mirror. “You're so beautiful girllll…” I praised myself just before my eyes fell on my luxurious perfume calmly sitting at the edge of the table. “Ohh, my, I can't believe I almost forgot to put you on.” I said, picking it up and spraying it all over my body. It was my last arsenal for Diego.“Let me see if he would reject me this way,” I uttered softly in my head as I put finishing touches to my hair. In a few minutes, satisfied with my look, I stepped out of the room and began to make my way downstairs. “Ma’am everything is packed and is already in the car.” The chief cook, a middle aged woman in her fifties announced immediately she saw me. I stared at her without uttering a word, picked up my small pause on the dining table and strode towards the ex

Bryan's POVImmediately, I reached out to Emelda, my hand on her arm as I tried to calm her, my words soft and reassuring as I spoke. "We have to trust the police, hun." After much struggle, I was able to calm her down as she listened to my words. “Will we get them back?” She asked, her words not seeking an answer but a strong reassurance. “We will hun. We will.” I answered. Taking Emelda by the hand, we sat on the long bench at the waiting area. “No, I can't wait anymore.” Emelda voiced as she suddenly stood up. She was scared and frustrated. “It's either you and your team move in now or be prepared to have a dead woman in your station.” Emelda threatened, her eyes red hot. As Emelda's words echoed through the station, the officer's demeanor changed, his face tense and focused as he nodded to his colleagues, his words quick and decisive as he ordered them to take action.Within minutes, the police had mobilized, their cars speeding through the streets as they headed towards Nat

Bryan's POV Emelda and I sat shocked and confused for a while as we tried to process the information we had just heard. “What do you mean?” Emelda asked, her eyes still widened in shock as she stood up abruptly, panic and fear evident in her eyes. “Kids, what kids?" I asked, my voice trembling with emotion as I stood by Emelda's side, totally lost. I forgot Emelda had broken the news about her pregnancy a few months after we had separated. "Our kids, Martha and Marco," Emelda answered, her calm voice turning sharp. Ignoring Emelda's outburst which was obviously due to the emotions whirling up in her inside, I turned to face the driver who had delivered the news. His face was pale and drawn as he stood before us, he was shaking from too much adrenaline brought about from the fear he felt. “When and where did this happen?” I asked, my voice cracking as I tried to gather any information that could be helpful. "Just an hour ago," the driver said, his voice barely audible as

Bryan's POV I sat in the silence of the living room after making sure my house was rid of Cassandra and every single thing Cassandra owned. With anger still coursing through me, I sat rigid as I stared blankly at the television in front of me. My mind drifted as the images flashed on the screen, the light from the LED screen washing over my face as I sat in contemplation.As much as I tried to follow through with the show on the television, my thoughts instead turned to Emelda, the woman I had loved and lost, her face floating in the darkness of my mind as I thought about where she might be.I closed my eyes, the memories of Emelda swirling in my mind as I remembered the past, the feelings of love and happiness we had shared before everything had gone wrong, before I had pushed her away.As irritation towards myself grew, I sighed, sat up and reached for the remote control. I muted the television and sat alone in silence with my thoughts in the room. I had to think well and fast.

Bryan's POV “Sir, the company's truck we ordered has been delivered.” My assistant, Shan, spoke over the phone as we spoke. “Oh really?” I replied, my tone calm and professional. “I will join you downstairs soon, I need to inspect it myself.” I added just before ending the call. It's been over two years and I was excited with the accomplishments and heights the company has risen to. As I stood up from my comfortable wheeled chair and began walking towards the door, my eyes fell on the picture of Jonathan on the left side of the wall. Although sad, I smiled. I felt fulfilled and happy that I had made him proud. With a smile still on my face, I reached out for the doorknob, opened it and exited my office for the parking lot underground.I met Shan at the doorway leading to the parking lot. Without a word, he joined me as I descended the stairs. As we walked towards the truck, we heard voices of two ladies discussing. Shan gave me a look as we found out that one of those ladies w

Emelda's POV My heart softened as I stood in front of the mirror, my fingers working deftly to fix my hair as I heard the pitter patter of tiny feet outside my room.A moment later, the door burst open, revealing my two beautiful children, my heart swelling with love as I smiled at them.It was exactly two years since the fateful day I had been a whirlwind of emotions, deciding to let Bryan be and never go back pleading or begging, As I went back down the memory lane, the sting of betrayal and heartbreak from Bryan stood fresh in my mind.Taking a deep breath, I pushed away the thoughts back to the cage I had locked it in. I was glad that I was healing and moving on.“Good morning, mummy,” Marco and Martha echoed, drawing me back to reality, their voices laced with so much joy. "Good morning, my little angels," I answered back, my voice soft and gentle as I knelt down to hug and greet them, my fingers brushing against their soft, chubby cheeks as I kissed them each in turn.The t

Emelda's POV My heart shattered into a million pieces as I watched Bryan and Cassandra walk away, my vision blurry with tears as I tried to process what was happening. “Why was Bryan with Cassandra? Are they now together?” I thought, my mind dazzled with confusion and I stood, rooted to the spot. As I continued to stare at them, this time with their backs facing me, I pondered in my mind as I tried to understand why Bryan had betrayed me, why he had chosen Cassandra over me. Why couldn't he just believe my own words? I thought two people in love are supposed to trust each other too? I felt a sob rip through me, my body shaking with grief as I leaned against a wall, my hands pressed to my face as I wept. "Why, Bryan?" I whispered, my voice breaking as I stared after them, the pain and loss tearing through me like a storm. I was numb with grief, my thoughts spinning as I stood there, my body shaking with sobs as the world around me seemed to fade away. To think that Bryan wasn