Novels by Chiamaka Claire

Demian pov “What do you mean by starting to care about people's affections, Demian?” My best friend's voice cut through my thoughts as I looked up, my eyes momentarily shifting from the papers on my desk.What does that even mean? When exactly should I start caring? It's an insult, really. He laughed, adjusting his suit as he settled into the chair across from me and crossed his legs with a decisive motion. I knew exactly what topic he wanted to tackle.“Hey, Freya is my wife, so of course I care about her!” he asserted, reaching over to take my red drink from the table. He leaned in, hands pressing against the table, his gaze locked on me.“I know she’s your wife, but you…you…” he pointed at my face, and I frowned deeply, making it clear that his attempt to provoke me was unwelcomed.“Fine, Freya, Freya, Freya—she’s your wife, but that’s no excuse for being so dismissive about meetings that require your presence,” he continued. I sighed heavily, realizing he was right; I had been ne

Freya “No ma'am, Freya, don’t worry about the meal. I’ll take care of it,” I insisted, raising my hands to halt her words. She had already said more than enough. As I opened the cupboard to retrieve some eggs, I noticed the terror painted across her features, and a pang of empathy tugged at me. “Why are you staring at me like that?” I asked, feigning a smile. “I can make my own meal.” My voice held a snicker, laced with irritation at her lingering presence. Since last night, Demian had been notably absent, and I was still reeling from our last encounter. The thought of him caused my dislike to churn like a storm within me.Lost in my thoughts, I cracked the eggs into a bowl with slow, deliberate movements, when suddenly, I felt a hand wrap around my waist. A wave of warmth swept over me, accompanied by the unmistakable heat of his breath brushing against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine and a pang of annoyance to my stomach. “Good morning, sunshine,” Demian's low, flirtatiou

It was the next morning, and Freya still hadn't made an appearance for breakfast. The whole family had planned this gathering, and their absence was conspicuous. Damien had woken up earlier than usual after getting a call from Asher regarding a deal that was supposed to be finalized, but complications had arisen due to some authority's delay.His grip tightened around the phone, knuckles turning white with tension. The frustration that had brewed in his chest was now at a boiling point. He couldn't remember the last time a deal had spiraled so out of control. Asher's laugh boomed on the other end, only fueling his anger."Listen carefully, Asher," Damien said, his voice low and edged with authority. "I don’t tolerate failed deals. If you keep letting me down like this, I will take action that you won't like."Asher’s tone was playful, laced with amusement, but Damien could detect the underlying mockery. "Relax, Damien. The deal went through; I was just messing with you. Tried to call

DamienDamien's lips met Maya's in a fierce, passionate kiss before she could even lift her own. Carefree, she wrapped her arm around his neck, granting him all the permission he desired.He pushed her hair aside, his fingers tangling in it as he deepened the kiss. Maya attempted to pull away, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings, but it was too late. Damien was lost in the rhythm of the music, her hands weaving through his hair, stirring a longing within him.“Please... pl...” she tried to speak, but her words were silenced as he pressed his hands against her lips.“Shush.”“Hey! Don’t do that,” Damien murmured, locking eyes with her. She froze, her heart racing as his familiar voice echoed in her ears. The way he looked at her made her momentarily speechless. She lowered her gaze, avoiding his intense stare while his hands held her waist.“What’s wrong, Freya?” he asked, lifting her chin with his finger. She shook her head, still not meeting his eyes, when he suddenly kissed he

Asher stepped forward, his lips crinkling into a smile. “There you are, Maya.” Maya froze. “W - what?”“It's you. I knew I'd seen that face before.” Asher went on.Maya’s heart raced in her chest and she felt she would have a heart attack. ‘What is Asher doing here?’ She questioned her troubling thoughts. Her hand was quick to clutch her flask and she prayed they wouldn't tremble. ‘What a terrible way to reunite with your ex. I hope he doesn't recognize me.’ Maya pushed back her chair when the PA system chimed.“Sorry, uh, Mr…” Maya pinched her eyelids to get a read at his name tag. “...Asher but my name is Freya. Actually Mrs. Slade.” She showed him the diamond ring on her finger and his smile died. “I get confused a lot with my twin sister, Maya.”“Oh sorry,” Asher cupped the back of his neck. “Mr. Slade wants to see you in his office.”Maya frowned but instantly covered it with a fake smile. “Ah, I wonder what hubby wants from me.” Then she turned to her friends, “See ya, l

“You seem delighted to see me, wife.” Damien’s hand moved to cup Maya's cheek, leaving her stunned for words.“W - wife?” she stuttered, her sapphire eyes round in astonishment. He didn't respond to her question. Instead he raked his eyes all over her body, taking it all in. He traced his finger on the freckles scattered all over her face like breadcrumbs, then moved to her full pink lips. A gasp escaped her lips when his hand snaked around her thin waist and with his free hand he felt her wide hips.She made a startled yelp when she felt his hand cupping her butt.‘What the? He did not just do that to me!’’ Maya said to herself.While Damien was still smiling, a slap caught him off guard, sending him flying through the open door.“How dare you touch me!” Maya quickly grabbed a white towel from the towel rack and tied it around her body. Dmaine cupped his red cheeks, his gray eyes wide in disbelief. “Who the hell do you think you are?” Maya's rage simmered below the surface wait