Novels by McConville

Aliya’s POV I sat in my car, gripping the steering wheel like it had personally offended me. Brooke? My Brooke? What was she doing at that house? And why the hell was Nick there too? My brain did a full Olympic-level backflip trying to make sense of it. Was he sleeping with her? Oh my God. Was he sleeping with her and trying to get with my step sister at the same time? Nick’s unbelievable. I turned the ignition and drove home in absolute silence. My anger stood at the tip of my fingernails, and the worst-case scenarios played in my head like a damn horror movie. I shouldn’t be mad, but I couldn’t help it. It felt like Philip possessed Nick somehow because why does he only get involved with the women around me and not other women? This is a sick joke. By the time I pulled up in front of the house, I was practically vibrating with frustration. But I forced myself to act normal, as if I hadn’t just spent thirty minutes stalking my fake husband like a psycho. I tossed my handb

Aliya’s POVI stared at my reflection in the mirror, my fingers tightening around the edge of the sink. I looked good—flawless, rich, powerful, and untouchable. But why did it feel like none of that mattered?My eyes trailed to the faint dark circles under my eyes, a reminder of the sleepless night I had. I wasn’t an idiot—I knew what was happening to me, and it was something I’d dreaded since the first day I saw him in that restroom.I was starting to fall for Nick, and I hated myself for it.I hated how my heart raced whenever he smirked at me like he knew something I didn’t. I hated how I replayed every single one of our interactions in my head, trying to convince myself that his little games didn’t affect me. And worst of all, I hated how I caught myself wondering if he actually liked Nala.God, was I this pathetic?My father despised me. My best friend and boyfriend decided to tear my heart out by having an affair. And now, I was pining over my fake husband, who probably had his

Liam’s POV“Boss, the letter was sent to her already,” Posh’s voice came through my phone speaker, and I couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across my face after hearing his words.“Great job, Posh. I could tell she’s found out what her dad was hiding from her reaction earlier,” I remarked, sensing he was pleased with my praise.I ended the call and tossed my phone away as I continued stirring the pot of soup I had been cooking. I may be a blockhead sometimes and a very bossy person, but one thing I was extremely good at was making great meals.My mom had made sure to instill that gift in me before taking her own life, and every time I cooked, memories of her came flashing back.When Aliya got in earlier, I knew immediately she had received my gift. This game I was about to play with her was going to be a long one, and by the time I was done, she’d question her entire existence.As I stirred the pot, the doorbell rang. Aliya barely had any friends, so who could this be? I searched

Aliya’s POVThis must be some type of sick joke, right?First, I get a message from him on my phone, and now I’m receiving letters telling me what to do and what not to?Who the hell is Mr. L?Could it be Philip?The thought made my stomach twist. That bastard had always been conniving, always finding ways to get under my skin. But this… this was different. There was something eerily personal about the way Mr. L spoke, like he knew me—really knew me.I tried to shake it off, but the unease clung to me like a second skin. This wasn’t an admirer, and this wasn’t some harmless prank. This was a stalker. And the most terrifying part was that he knew about my meeting with Dad today. How did he do it?I didn’t have time to dwell on it because Brooke’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.“Aliya,” she called, pushing open my office door. “It’s 4 P.M. Your meeting with your dad and the lawyer is set to take place at the mansion.”I nodded, barely registering her words.Dragging a hand through

Aliya’s POVMy head throbbed with pain as I struggled to pry my eyes open. The light was blinding, forcing me to press my fingers against my temples.“What happened?” I muttered to myself, trying to sit upright.When my vision finally cleared, I was met with the sight of the most handsome man, dressed in a white T-shirt and sweatpants, staring at me with that playful smirk that never seemed to leave his face.“You’re awake,” he remarked before turning and walking out of my bedroom without waiting for a response.I managed to sit up, though it still felt as if a herd of elephants were trampling through my skull. Nick walked back in, this time carrying a glass of water.“Here, this should help with the pain,” he offered, handing me the glass along with a pill.I never wanted his help in any way, but if this headache persisted, I might actually lose my memory from how intense it was.As I reached for the glass, his fingers brushed against mine, making my heart race faster than usual. For

Liam’s POV“What are you doing here, Brooke?” I arched a brow, and she smiled.“What if Aliya finds out about—” I began, but she cut me off.“Cut me some slack, Liam, or should I say Nick?” She chuckled, sauntering toward me before wrapping her arms around my neck. “I’ve missed you. I knew if I told you I was coming over, you’d turn me down,” Brooke murmured, and I rolled my eyes.I pulled away from her embrace. “Still, it’s risky,” I pointed out as she brushed past me, heading toward the bar. She poured herself a glass of scotch and downed it in one go before turning back to me.“You know how much I hate working for Aliya. When she came back with you that day from the bathroom, I nearly choked on my own saliva. How could you have accepted her dumb idea of marriage? Did you even think about what this meant?” she questioned, her voice laced with disappointment.“An opportunity presented itself, and I took it,” I replied simply. Brooke had always been the impulsive one, yet here she was

Jess’s POVOnly the unlucky get attacked on the night of their honeymoon, and it turned out I was one of those unlucky ones.I struggled to pry my eyes open, and it felt like they’d been closed for eternity. My body felt paralyzed, and my head throbbed a lot. Once I finally got my eyes to open, I turned my neck slowly to look around me, but there was no one.This place sure wasn’t my home. The house looked like it had been made strictly out of bamboo. “Where am I?” I murmured, trying to wake up from the painful bed I had been laying on, but I noticed footsteps approaching, and I pretended to be asleep. What if they were bad people and wanted to hurt me? I had to be careful. “Maria!” I heard a female voice yell, and some more footsteps approached.“Yes, Mum?”I struggled to peep and found a younger lady; she looked about 18 years old.“I was finally able to get us some newspapers. Now look at this woman in the picture; doesn’t she look like this lady we saved?” The woman asked, and th

Jordan’s POVThe drive back home was long and silent. I had shut my mind away from any sound and let my thoughts swirl around. It was pretty late, and I was certain Andrea should have been sleeping, so I didn’t bother to check. I went straight ahead to find John. I made it inside, and Miss Anna was in the kitchen as usual. I wondered if this woman ever got to take time off for herself and just stop standing there always. She noticed my presence and turned to me immediately with a smile. “Good evening, Mr. Denver,” she bowed and greeted, but I shrugged, and her smile faded fast. “Where are Jerome and John?” I asked in a calm but stern tone. “They’re by the pool, sir, having a drink,” she replied, her voice shaky. I turned on my heel without so much as a thank you and made my way to the pool area. John and Jerome seemed to be having a great discussion. I could tell from how loud their laughter was as I approached them. Why does everyone find it so fucking easy to move on from the d

Jordan’s POV“Jess!”“Jess!”“Bye, Jordan, please take care of yourself and Andrea, that’s my only wish,” Jess sobbed, standing before me in the white, silky nightgown she wore on the night of the explosion, but it was messed up with blood stains.“Don’t tell me goodbye, Jess. Andrea’s waiting for you, and I am too. Please stay, my love,” I wailed, but she began to disappear into the darkness.“I love you, Jordan. I’ll always love you,” she yelled and disappeared completely. I had tried to grab her hand, but she was gone. The woman I loved so much was gone.“No, Jess, I love you. Please don’t leave me,” I cried, tossing and turning, sweat dripping down my face faster than a water slide. I dug my fingers into the sheets and held on tight, as if doing that would make her appear again.I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Boss…” the voice came, but my eyes refused to cooperate. “Boss, it’s me, John,” the voice came again, this time shaking me with more force.“Jess!” I kept yelling as the tear

Jess’s POVThe night breeze blew Jess’s hair in the right direction as I wrapped my hands around her waist from behind, my head buried in her neck. We had chosen to spend our honeymoon enjoying the sweetness of nature, and I must say it was the best decision.“This is incredible,” she whispered, turning her face slightly behind to meet mine.I grinned, pulling her tighter. “Only the best for my wife,” I said, my voice laced with affection. I kissed her cheeks softly. “It’s only the beginning of a good life, Mrs. Denver.”The evening went on smoothly as we dined under the stars on the upper deck. The candlelights flickered between us, and the sound of the stream brought out sweet melodies.After dinner, we had an intense lovemaking session until Jess could no longer feel her body move. Her tiredness made me chuckle as I covered her up in some sheets and made my way outside to enjoy the rest of the night. But as I stepped out of the door leading to the upper deck, I felt a cold metal po

Third Person’s POVJordan’s fear about the message he received in Vegas lingered. Even as they returned to Evergreen, and right up till today, their wedding day, it haunted him. As he dressed up in his impeccable suit, Jordan and Jerome stood behind him with grins on their faces. Jordan turned around to face them as Jerome pretended to make crying noises. “I can’t believe he’s all grown up,” he teased, and they burst into laughter.Jordan stretched out his hands as they helped him with his cufflinks. “John, what did Officer Benette say about the messages I’ve been receiving?” he asked as a frown settled on his face.“He’s suspecting it to be from Jake and his twin. He said it could be they’re trying to scare you, but they have everything under control,” Jerome assured him, but it didn’t ease Jordan’s mind.Since their trip to Vegas a month ago, he had received five unsettling text messages from the same number—both freaky messages and death threats—and he had successfully hidden all

Chapter 101Jordan’s POVEver looked at one woman and imagined spending your forever with her? That’s exactly how I looked at Jess as I slipped the ring onto her finger. When she said yes—which I already knew she would—it made me the happiest man, both alive and dead.“I love you, Jordan Denver,” she whispered as we graced the dance floor with our skills. The Vegas moonlight shone brightly on us as she held on to me tightly.Her dad, John, Linda, Jerome, and Andrea all had their eyes glued to us with wide grins on their faces as we slowly danced on the terrace. Jess had cried over a million times, and it almost felt like she was in pain, but it was all tears of joy.We had been through so much already, but fate made a way for us to fall back into each other’s arms. Despite Fiona’s attempts and many more, we surpassed everything. Staring right now at the family I have—which I never did before—I’m grateful. This was my best birthday gift ever.The night went on as we all made it to our