Novels by McConville

Third Person’s POVFiona had one of the worst days of her life. She’s to be divorced, meets her arch-enemy, and now is being threatened by a man she thought would do her bidding for as long as he lived.She had driven to her brother’s place, and the entire time, she couldn’t help but scream at the top of her voice. “If fucking Daniel thinks he can threaten me, then he’s lost his mind. With the brothers I have, he’ll disappear faster than he cums.”Once parked in front of Jake’s condo, she got out, making her way towards the door as her heels clicked against the pavement.“About time. Jake, the witch is here, and she looks like an overly ripe tomato,” Jim chuckled as he set his eyes on Fiona, who had made her way in already.“I honestly don’t have time for your jokes today, Jim. There’s a lot we have to deal with, and now!” she said as she threw herself on a sofa in the living room.Jim chuckled. “We?”Fiona raised a brow and shot him a dangerous glance. “Yes, we.”“Hold up, I thought

Third Person’s POV Fiona had driven off for a while before pulling her car over to make a call. She pulled out her phone with one hand while clenching her fist with the other. She put the phone on loud speaker as the person she was calling answered. “Yes Fiona, have you shopped to your satisfaction?” It was Jake. “Ella is back Jake, that bitch is back and she’s rich suddenly. She fucking owns Glossy Pearls.” Fiona yelled. “You’re kidding, right?” Jake chuckled. “Do I sound like I’m in the mood to play around? You guys are never serious.” She spat. “Calm down Fiona, you’ve just been yelling the entire day. Give it a break. Why don’t you come to my place, and we’ll talk about what’s bothering you. Okay?” Jake said. “It turns out I’m an unlucky female. All the men in my life are dickheads. You know what, I’ll go blow off some steam first. See you later.” She brought the phone closer to her mouth and yelled. “Fiona, I…” Jake tried to say, but she ended the call immediately

Jordan’s POV It was past noon, and we were waiting for the results of Ella’s whereabouts. The tracker Mr Jones glanced up from his laptop. He gave me a reassuring smile and continued his work, but a smile wasn’t what I needed. I needed answers. “Boss, do you really believe ma’am Fiona will sign those documents and leave the house today?” Jerome asked. At first I would have condoned Fiona’s attitude and disrespect, but not this time. “If she doesn’t leave on her own, then I’ll make her leave forcefully.” “Mr Denver, I’ve found it!” the tech guy yelled. “Unfortunately, it’s in London.” “London?” I exclaimed “Yes Sir.” He nodded. “That can’t be right. Ella had a pending case. If she’s in London, does that mean someone dismissed the charges?” Jerome asked as he pinched his creased brows. “Probably because there was no substantial evidence against her. I guess she decided to leave the country to stay away from me.” I said through clenched teeth. “No Jordan, to stay away

Jordan’s POV I had left the house early that morning, more angry than ever. My entire night had been filled with one discovery after another and the sight of Fiona’s face made things even worse. Jerome and I waited for John and Rob on the rooftop of a classic hotel. It had been only 10 minutes since we got there, but my anxiety was getting the better of me. John deserved an apology from me and that I will offer once I saw him. “Boss, they are here.” Jerome’s voice cut deep through my thoughts. I turned my attention to the private door that led to where we were and there they stood. “Bro!” Rob yelled as he walked up to me and John followed behind. John had on a black suit, black shades and some brown pair of shoes, just like he always did when he worked for me. His dark color shone brighter, and he looked happier with his present life. “Hi Rob.” I said as I embraced my friend. “Hi John, I’m glad you could make it.” I said, stretching my hand forward for a handshake, b

Jess’s POV “Hold up, Ella?” Fiona asked. “This might just be the funniest day of my life. Aren’t you supposed to be in jail? What are you doing here? Worst of all, you played dress up. Awwn that’s beautiful.” Fiona smirked. I studied her for a while. She hadn’t changed so much since the last time I had a glimpse of her. She was still as ugly as fuck. One thing was for sure; today, she’ll leave this place embarrassed. “If you want something from Glossy Pearls, then I suggest you get back in line and wait like the others.” I said. “Oh, now I see. You insolent fools decide to let a random, poor and malnourished person get into Glossy Pearls over what, huh? Did she offer cheap sex? Because that’s all she’s definitely good at.” Fiona continued yelling at the guards even though I was right there. She ignored my presence, almost as if she didn’t recognize me. “I demand to see your boss. If not, I’ll call my husband right now and he’ll…..” “He’ll what?” I stopped her from fin

Third Person’s POV Fiona had stood still for a while watching Jordan leave the house, giving her his final warnings. She wasn’t terrified nor scared of him, but she was mad, mad at the fact that he was beginning to see her for who she truly was and that she didn’t have the upper hand anymore. “Ma’am, should we throw the fruit juice as well?” A maid walked up to her and asked, taking her away from her thoughts. She stared at the maid with creased brows and clenched fists. “Are you stupid?” Fiona asked furiously. “No ma’am. I’m sorry. I just thought Master didn’t like the food, so maybe we could preserve the juice.” The maid bowed her head in fear and fidgeted with her fingers while the other servants watched the scene closely from hidden parts of the house like they always do. “You know what, since you care so much about the juice, then here, you can have it.” Fiona said as she picked up the glass jar of orange juice and poured it slowly on the maid’s head to her toes.