Novels by Rhoda Wrights

Brielle's POV “I'm not saying you were dating the devil himself, Bri, but Jeremy's got some serious 'bad boy' credentials. How did you manage to overlook all that?” “Oh no… He seemed so genuine. I mean, he won my mother's heart over, which is no easy feat. And now I'm finding out that all of your assets are in his name?” “Including The two companies that secured your freedom… Jeremy's got them in his back pocket.” “That can only mean one thing: He's the architect of this entire debacle.” “My brother still won't own up to it, keeps denying any wrongdoing. I've done everything in my power to bring him down, scoured every inch of his operation… Jeremy's always slippery, always one step ahead.” “Why does he hate you so much?” Andrei looks all introspective, his eyes shadowed by some deep thoughts as he raises his glass to his lips. “I've got zero patience for Jeremy's entitled BS. We clashed as kids, but when Dad passed away, Jeremy's sense of ownership went into overdrive.

Brielle's POV “We could have a lovely tea party, Ms. Monroe… that is, if you're still reigning supreme as the monarch of Scotland, of course.” I dead pan, “I'm… I'm not Scotland royalty, Andrei. I'm just a normal person. Whatever gave you that idea?” “Are you sure? You sounded pretty convincing back there. I believed you were.” “I was being facetious. It didn't mean anything.” “Oh, I was convinced it was genuine. I thought you were finally confessing your royal roots.” My lips compress into a thin line. “Now, now, Your Majesty, that scowl is not very regal. I’m just an innocent bystander, trying to bask in the radiance of your presence.” I manage a small, ironic laugh. It's a momentary distraction from the uncomfortable truth that still hung in the air. My face falls. I fumble for words like a blind person searching for a light switch. “I… I was hurt. Really hurt, you're seeing someone else. Seeing you with her… it feels like you've moved on without even looking bac

Brielle's POV “Brielle, we've got a story to tell, and it's a wild one. We were kidnapped in Hawaii. It was scary, but we're safe, and that's what counts.” I'm in a state of shock. All I can muster is a faint, disbelieving “What?” “Unfortunately, yes… We were held hostage.” Mom affirms. Basic human decency. It's not that hard. If your life is in danger, tell your children. “Why didn't you report it to the authorities?” I ask, unable to fathom why my parents would have kept this ordeal to themselves. “You were held captive, potentially in danger—that's not something you simply move past.” Mom's eyes fog with uncertainty, and she hesitates before speaking, “We couldn’t say anything, Brielle. Not if we wanted to remain safe. Andrei, however, guaranteed our protection. He vowed to take care of everything, and we believed him. After treating us to that incredible getaway in French Polynesia, I thought he was just being generous. Perhaps it was his way of making sure we had a gr

Brielle's POV French Polynesia was a slice of paradise straight out of a travel brochure, with the kind of crystal-clear waters that'll make you want to chuck your phone into the ocean and never look back. Like all good things, our little island escape had to come to an end, leaving me with a serious case of wanderlust. I'm still wrapped in the warmth of tropical sunsets, the sweetness of frangipani, and the gentle lap of crystal-clear waters. We're back to our typical lives as the Monroes “Brielle, darling, breakfast's on! And by 'on,' I mean it's a masterpiece that'll make your taste buds sing!” I swear, Mom's like a big kid sometimes. I love her for it, though. Post-vacation life is all about prioritizing. And, right now, my priorities are twofold: Taming this mane, which has morphed into a wild, wavy beast during our travels, and Satisfying my rumbling tummy with a hearty breakfast. The suitcase, filled with the remnants of our adventure, will just have to wait patie

Jeremy's POV I storm into my lair, bellowing at the top of my lungs. “Odessa! Where’s that woman when you need her? ODESSA!” The echo of my voice ricochets around the cavernous space, bouncing off the ornate columns and marble floors, before finally fading into silence. Odessa's screw-up is going to get me killed. I hired her to cast a spell on my brother, not to let him stay lucid enough to keep haunting me. What's the point of having a witch on the payroll if she can't even get the job done? She better bring her A-game, or she's out. I don't tolerate dead weight. Andrei's on a warpath, and I need pros who can keep up. Like a blind man suddenly gifted sight, my gaze lands on the gleaming glass orbs of the CCTV cameras, their little black bodies poking out from every corner like curious meerkats. One's above the door, another's near the water cooler, and a third's hiding behind a potted plant. Well, this is a fine mess. I'm not a patient man, and I don't like surprises. That's

Jeremy's POV Andrei's still got fight in him, I'll give him that. But it's a futile effort, really. It's like watching a toddler throw a tantrum – entertaining, ultimately pointless. I'd almost admire his tenacity if it wasn't so pathetic. Warning signs are flashing: he's regrouping, rearming, and preparing to unleash hell. He's summoned me to the Thunder dome of Corporate America: a high-octane meeting with the suits who called the shots. Board members with bottom-line mentalities, shareholders with a demanding expectation of returns, investors with itchy trigger fingers, and lawyers with razor-sharp instincts — all gathered to scrutinize me. “Gentlemen, ladies,” I address the audience, meeting the skeptical eyes of the gathered dignitaries. “You know me as a man of integrity, of honor. I’ve never done a shady deal in my life. And I certainly don’t have the time or inclination to stoop to Andrei Carter’s level of scumbaggery. I’ve got more than words to back me up. I’ve got proo