Novels by Mary Nwagu

Kwang had hoped Zac wouldn’t survive. He’d counted on the poison doing its job completely, betting everything on Zac slipping quietly into death and taking the last dangerous link to their secrets with him. It was supposed to be clean, silent the perfect ending to a growing problem. All he needed was for Zac to die. But fate, as always, had its own cruel sense of humor. Zac woke up and he remembered everything.Weak. Groggy. But alive. And worst of all suspicious.I hear about it almost immediately through our eyes at the hospital. Zac isn't stupid; the first thing he does once he can speak is demand an investigation. He remembers the girl who kissed him right before everything went black. He knows the truth is hiding somewhere in that moment. He orders that the girl be found. Hunted down. Interrogated. And if necessary, eliminated.But Kwang is ahead of him. He already killed her. Buried the evidence deep where no one will find it. Cleaned up the loose end wit

The exchange goes down without a hitch.For once, Justin has no cards left to play. No cheap shots. No last-minute tricks. He brings Lydia, battered but breathing, to the abandoned warehouse Olivia picked. His men stay back, just like we instructed. My people make the swap Mary for Lydia and in less than sixty seconds, we’re gone.Lydia leans against me in the van, half-conscious, trembling. I pull her closer, shielding her with my body as Eddy drives like hell to get us back to the safe house.Seeing the bruises on her wrists, the cuts on her face... it twists something deep and violent inside me. Justin had her tortured. Hurt her. Broke something sacred. And for that, I’ll ruin him.I swear it.But even as I’m building my anger into a weapon, another fire is starting to spread. One that’s harder to control.Mary, after being returned to Justin, didn’t stay quiet. She’s sharper than we gave her credit for. Despite the masks covering our faces and the voice scramblers distorting our s

Justin’s mansion sits like a fortress at the edge of the hills, with tall walls, armed guards, and reinforced gates. His private security force is no ordinary crew they’re ex-military, trained for war, not protection. Every movement is calculated, their patrols tight and disciplined. They’re not just there to intimidate, they're there to kill if necessary. Most would turn away just looking at that place. But I’m not most people. And I don’t back down not when Lydia’s inside.I don’t need proof to feel it. I know she’s there. I can feel it in the tightening of my chest, the restless burn in my gut. She’s hurting. I can sense it like her pain is wired into my nerves. Olivia’s surveillance confirms it. Heat signatures pulled from hacked satellite footage show multiple figures in the mansion, but only one matches Lydia’s size and resting posture. She's locked in a cold room beneath the estate, likely restrained.Justin’s playing dirty. Torture is on the table. He’s trying to break her, pr

The cursor blinks on the screen in front of me, but I’m not really seeing the words anymore. I’ve been deep into reviewing financials, encryption protocols, and a list of potential insiders Justin could be manipulating. I haven’t looked at my phone in over an hour. When I finally do, I feel my chest tighten.A message. Lydia.It’s not a normal text. It’s a distress ping coded, buried in layers of encryption. Only a few people can even send it to me. I open it immediately, heart hammering, only to realize it was sent over an hour ago.“Damn it,” I mutter, already dialing her number.It rings once. Twice. Then cuts off. No connection.I try again, heart pounding harder with each second. Same result. A dead line. I slam the phone down on the table, the sound sharp and jarring in the quiet room.“Eddy!” I call out, voice clipped with urgency.He’s already halfway into the room, eyes alert, sensing the shift in energy before I even spoke.“I need you to check Lydia’s place. Now. She sent m

The notification pings on my phone just after sunrise. I’m reviewing reports in the study, half-distracted, when I see the message come through.an encrypted file from one of my contacts in Thailand.I open it instantly.Kwang.The man wasted no time reporting Zac’s condition. According to him, Zac is dangling between life and death. Poison. A kiss laced with venom. Classic move elegant but brutal. A woman’s touch can kill more effectively than a bullet. Kwang says the local doctor is trying to keep him alive, but even with constant care, the outcome remains uncertain.I rub my temples.Zac’s reckless hunger for power made him blind. He underestimated the savagery of the game he walked into. And now, it’s backfiring spectacularly.But Zac isn’t my only problem.Justin’s father already knows. Kwang made sure of that too he wouldn’t risk keeping something so critical to himself. And knowing the old man, he won’t stay silent. He’s likely passed the information on to Justin by now. Unfor

I say nothing as I watch Brianna, still blindfolded, her breaths shallow and uneven. Her hands tremble in her lap, fingers clenched in knots. She doesn’t know I’m here yet. Doesn’t know the worst part is over. That I came for her.My chest tightens. The sight of her like this is so vulnerable, so afraid it boils something dangerous inside me. I don’t speak. I can’t. Not yet.I turn slowly, eyes locking on Lydia.She flinches under the weight of my silence.“Outside,” I mutter, my voice low and tight.She hesitates, but follows. She knows I’m holding something in, and when I do that, it’s never good.The door shuts behind us, sealing us into the cold, open space behind the warehouse. The second it closes, I snap.My palm connects with Lydia’s face in a flash of white-hot fury. She stumbles back, eyes wide, hand flying to her cheek.“You think I wouldn’t find out?” I spit. “You thought I’d just take your word, believe your lies, and never question what happened to her?”“She knew who yo