Novels by Jojo

Bianca's POV “Why can't he just leave me alone.” I rhetorically asked myself as soon as Raymond closed the door behind him. Trying to calm myself down, I took a deep breath and gulped down the remaining drop of water in the cup. I had to be strong, for my own sake. I couldn't let anyone see me weak, or worse take advantage of my current situation, especially not after what I had just gone through. I won't! I smoothed out my hospital gown, trying to compose myself before the guest who the nurse had said was here to see me came in. “But who could it be?” I asked myself. “I wasn't expecting anyone. Or did my former assistant and friend find out I was here?” “Well whoever it is. His or her presence was what I actually needed to scare off and drive away Raymond.” I closed my eyes, steeling myself for whatever was about to happen. And then, I heard the door to my hospital room swing open.I opened my eyes, and my heart sank. Standing in the doorway, with a smug look on her face, was

Bianca's POV I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. As I tried to sit up, a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to lie back down. That's when I noticed the hospital room. The beeping machine. I was in a hospital? How did I get here? Slowly, I turned my head, and my gaze fell on Raymond. He was sitting in a chair beside my bed, his head bowed down. “Has he been watching over me?” I wondered in my heart as my gaze glued at him. My heart swelled with emotion at the thought.Just then Raymond's head jerked up, and he looked at me with tired eyes. "Bianca," he said, his voice rough from sleep. "You're awake."I tried to speak, but my voice came out hoarse. Raymond quickly stood up and poured me a glass of water from the pitcher on the bedside table. He handed it to me, and I took a sip, feeling the cool liquid soothe my parched throat."How are you feeling?" Raymond asked, his eyes scanning my face as the look of concern on his face stood noticeable. I

Raymond's POV “Open the damn gate!” I growled in frustration. I was mad that the security man seemed to be taking his time as he sluggishly rolled open the gate, and to make matters worse, Sam’s number wasn't connecting anymore. “Sorry sir.” The aged security man uttered as his eyes locked with my gaze. I didn't know what I felt. I was angry. Angry at Bianca for not allowing me to join her, angry at the damn network service. But above all I was scared to my pants. I have never been overwhelmed by fear since I lost my mother in an accident but after the call with Sam, fear clothed me. “You can lock up, don't wait for me.” I instructed the housekeeper who stood silently at the door before jumping into the driver's seat and zooming off. The road was less busy than earlier. The only sound audible in the silent night was that of my car engine and other vehicles on the road. “Why do you have to be so stubborn, Bianca?” I murmured as I ran my left palm across my face, my mind tryin

Raymond's POV I watched as Bianca's countenance changed from jolly to anger. “What could the caller be saying?” I pondered in my head as I watched Bianca. After a few more minutes of silence, then nodding from Bianca's end, she ended the call and stormed out of my room without a word. It was as though she had forgotten for a moment that I was still standing in the room with her, or better said, she had forgotten I was in the picture of her life. “Bianca!” I tried to call her. “Did she forget that was still in my clothes?”The more I called, the more she walked farther away.I had just known Bianca for a few weeks. I could say I had seen her irritated side, her sarcastic side but this rage? No, it was like she was brewing fire from within. “Could this be related to her ex-husband?” “Bianca!!” I thundered again, already getting irritated and vexed due to her attitude.“What!” She shut back. Her furious eyes firing triggers at me. I looked at her, as much as I wanted to be mad wi

Bianca’s POV “Bianca,” Raymond called out from behind, but I was too consumed with rage to actually stop. “Bianca!!” He thundered again, this time so loud that the flowers even shook in fear, that was when I stopped.“What?” I growled back, my eyes blaring red hot. “Do you know you are still in my clothes? Were you really going to go out like this?” He shot back, his eyes scanning me from my head to toe. It was then the whirlwind of anger calmed down a bit. Consumed by rage, I had totally forgotten I was still in his clothes which were clearly oversized for me. I looked like a beggar in these. “Uhmmmn, thank you.” I cowered, my face partly void of the overwhelming anger that etched on it. “What was the call about?” Raymond asked, his voice calmer than before. I kept mute for a while, then finally spoke up. I told Raymond who was surprisingly patient and calm all my boutique manager said over the phone.“I didn't know you had so many things added to your portfolio? You are in th

Bianca's POV “Why does my heart skip, betraying me everytime I see him?” I asked in my head as I tried to maintain a serious demeanor. Mr. Raymond no doubt could successfully be portrayed as any ladies dream from his looks. His muscular frame and shoulders made him a perfect knight in shining armour and his soft blue eyes had a magic power of being able to tranquility deep down into anyone's soul they fall on. But regardless of all these, I found him quite annoying. He came out as overly proud to me. I scoffed silently as he walked towards me after the maid took his black leathered bag.Truthfully my legs shake and my heart races with an energy of electricity anytime I am around him, but who does he think he is anyway? Just because he is so cute? “Oh please,” I let out softly as I tilted my head, allowing my hair, which was tied in a ponytail, to fall back into place. Raymond wore a sky blue shirt which first two top buttons were opened, revealing his well built, appealing che

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