Novels by Stargirlmayo / omayo18

Vanessa POVMy eyes opened as I caught a glimpse of Sunlight piercing into the living room.Morning came too soon.The Iight lingered, warming the room in soft hues of orange and gold. I wasn’t sure of the time I’d fallen asleep. All I knew was that I’d been wrapped in Edward’s arms, tucked between two very different worlds—Daniel’s penthouse and my shattered sense of safety.My eyes fluttered open, dry and sore. I was curled up on Daniel’s couch, wrapped in a blanket, still wearing his baggy T-shirt. The air smelled faintly of coffee and something citrusy, probably the reed diffusers he always had scattered around. It was too pristine. Too calm. Like last night hadn’t even happened.But it had.Kaz had returned.He’d stepped into my new beginning like a ghost rising from the grave.I sat up slowly, and pain pinched my ribs—a reminder that this wasn’t a dream. That I’d been cornered, grabbed, pinned.And saved.By Daniel.And then, held.By Edward.Two men. One past, one present. And

Edward’s POVThe wheels of my private jet touched down with a gentle bounce, but the moment was anything but smooth for me.Rome had been a success. The business deal was closed, the Roman investors had signed off on the proposal, and my company stood to gain millions in international expansion. On paper, I had everything to celebrate.But I didn’t feel victorious.All I could think about was Vanessa. Her voice on the phone two nights ago had been so… distant. I knew her well enough to hear what she didn’t say. Something was wrong. And my gut hadn’t stopped twisting since that call.The driver was already waiting when I exited the terminal. I nodded stiffly at him, dropping into the backseat and telling him to head home. I didn’t even take off my jacket. My mind was racing too fast.I’d texted Vanessa from the car, just a simple: I’m home. I missed you.No response.Odd.Ten minutes passed. Still nothing.By the time we pulled up to the house, tension coiled in my chest like a vice.T

Vanessa’s POVThe sirens came first.I felt them pierce through me like jagged glass, ringing in my ears. Cutting into the shock that enveloped me. I barely even registered the flashing red-and-blue lights outside the window, or the heavy footsteps echoing through the boutique until I felt Daniel’s arm around my shoulder, anchoring me to something solid.“It’s okay princess,” he whispered to me, his voice low and steady. “They’re here now.”My mouth opened, but I couldn’t speak. Nothing came out. Just the shallow wheezing of someone trying to remember how to breathe. A police officer knelt in front of me, his badge glinting in the low light of my studio. I didn’t know I was still shaking.“Ma’am? Can you hear me? Are you hurt?”My eyes flicked to his face. He looked young—maybe mid-thirties—but there was something tired in his expression. Like he’d seen too much.I tried to nod, but my head wouldn’t move.Daniel answered for me. “She’s in shock. He tried to strangle her. I pulled h

Daniel’s POV I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried—God knows I tried—to give her space, to let her figure things out without pushing. But each day that passed, knowing she was slipping further away from me, gutted me in ways I didn’t think possible. I stared at the apartment keys on my kitchen counter, a sleek silver chain attached to a rose gold fob. I’d just finalized the arrangements this morning. Wendy had been relocated into a high-rise unit two blocks from my penthouse. It was secure, monitored, and came with a personal bodyguard I’d hired to keep her out of trouble—and out of Vanessa’s orbit. I told Wendy it was for her own good. She didn’t argue. Maybe she knew, deep down, that whatever we had was long gone. And maybe, I was done pretending otherwise. I turned the gift box over in my hand, a soft leather wrap tied neatly with a gold ribbon. Inside was a custom bracelet—simple, elegant—etched with the words: Still Yours, Always. It wasn’t grand. It wasn’t meant to win

Vanessa POVI heard my office door shutting behind him with a Soft click. It sounded louder than my heart beating in my chest.My mind was still trying to process it all.Kaz Jones was right here,Standing in my office.Alive.Free.I struggled to keep my balance as my knees trembled. It wasn’t easy for me to remain standing because every inch of me was screaming to run. But I couldn’t show fear. Not to Kaz.He waltzed round the office like he owned the place, tracing his fingers on my table, touching the fabrics on the shelves and the mannequins in my office.Then his gaze landed on me. Most days I wore confidence on me like an armor. I felt exposed in this state, vulnerable even. Today my confidence had dissolved. Now it was like tissue paper.“You look so much better than the last time I saw you Vanessa. I missed you.” He said to me, his lips forming a soft smile on his face. But I knew it was fake because his eyes remained cold.I took a step back, subtly reaching for my phone be

Vanessa POVThe atmosphere was dark, and the air smelt very thick, heavy, suffocating. I knew this place. Knew it too well.A dull glow of a single bulb blinked over my head, causing shadows to form on the cracked walls. I felt my pulse race in my ears, a troubled rhythm that matched the sharp click of polished shoes against the concrete floor.No.I felt my stomach turn violently as I forced myself to move, but my legs wouldn’t cooperate. My feet felt like lead, my breath caught in my throat. I wasn’t here. I couldn’t be here.“Vanessa.”The voice echoed over me like honey already poisoned —sweet, deceptive, and deadly afterwards.Something wasn’t right.The voice came again, Low. Deceptively soft.“You thought you could run from me?”My blood ran cold.I knew that voice.I spun around, my pulse pounding against my ribs, and there he was—Kaz, standing in the shadows, his black eyes fixed on mine. He walked forward, the little light striking the sharp lines of his face, and the snee