Novels by Mary Nwagu

Justin’s spy provided a detailed report on Zac’s scheming. Zac had taken Brianna out on a romantic date, showering her with attention, but behind the scenes, he had orchestrated a sinister plan. He intended to have Brianna kidnapped, only to stage a heroic rescue, making himself appear as her savior. Justin, furious at the deception, discussed the situation with Mary. They both realized the stake if Zac succeeded in winning Brianna’s heart, he would solidify his influence and possibly remain CEO indefinitely. They needed to act fast to expose his manipulation before Brianna fell for his well-crafted lies.In the dim glow of his penthouse, Justin stalked back and forth, his jaw clenched, hands balled into fists. Each step echoed with frustration, his mind racing with possibilities. On the sleek leather sofa, Mary reclined with an air of calculated calm, her sharp eyes tracking his movements. She swirled the golden liquid in her champagne flute, the rhythmic tapping of her nails again

The air in the Xanders family office hums with unspoken threats, thick with tension that crackles like a live wire. Justin leans against the mahogany desk, his bruised knuckles pressing into the polished wood, jaw tight as he fixes Zac with a glare sharp enough to cut. His chest rises and falls in controlled breaths, but his fury is barely restrained. Zac meets his gaze, expression unreadable, arms crossed as if daring Justin to make the first move. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating. One wrong word, one misstep, and this fragile standoff will explode into something far more dangerous."You look comfortable in my chair," Justin sneers, his voice laced with venom, eyes dark with unspoken warnings and restrained fury.Zac doesn’t look up from the financial reports, casually flipping a page as if Justin’s presence is nothing more than an afterthought. His voice remains smooth, controlled. “Mr. Xanders’ chair, you mean.” Justin’s jaw tightens. "Those men who jumped me they had

A sense of determination surges through me. I’ve been the driving force behind this operation, the one making the tough calls, ensuring everything moves forward. With or without her, I will succeed. I’ve faced obstacles before, and every time, I’ve emerged stronger. This is no different. If anything, her absence only reinforces my resolve. I won’t let doubt creep in. I won’t let anyone stand in my way. This is my path, my vision, and I will see it through to the end.The safehouse feels unnervingly quiet without Lydia’s sharp heels clicking against the floor, without her crisp, commanding voice snapping orders that once filled the space with an undeniable energy. Now, the silence presses in, heavy and unfamiliar. I sit at the head of the table, files spread before me, attempting to concentrate, but my thoughts keep drifting. Olivia’s constant fidgeting doesn’t help her tapping fingers, shifting weight, and restless sighs gnaw at my patience. I clench my jaw, forcing myself to focus, b

Lydia's eyes flash with anger, her jaw tightening as she glares at Justin. Her hand twitches at her side, fingers curling, the tension in her posture making it clear she is only moments away from lashing out. But then she hesitates. Her gaze shifts to me, and something in my smile calm, knowing, perhaps even amused makes her pause. The fire in her eyes dims just a fraction, uncertainty flickering across her face. She straightens, exhaling sharply, and lets her hand drop. Whatever she had planned, she decides against it. Instead, she huffs, turning away with a sharp toss of her hair.Instead, Lydia takes a slow, measured breath, visibly reining in her fury. Straightening her shoulders, she fixes Justin with a cold, predatory smile. The tension in the room thickens as she speaks, her voice deceptively smooth yet laced with venom. "Justin, I have to wonder," she muses, tilting her head slightly, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Do you really think your father has your best interests

Mary takes Justin out for a drive, gripping the wheel tightly as tension lingers between them. She knows his father’s wrath could push him over the edge, and a direct clash would only make things worse. “Cool your head,” she says, eyes on the road. “You can’t fight him like this.” Justin exhales sharply, fists clenching.As I observe, I learn that Justin's father, Mr. Xander, has been growing increasingly displeased with Justin's marriage to Mary. He believes she's not bringing enough value to their family's reputation and business interests.In a private meeting, Mr. Xander expresses his concerns to Zac, a high-ranking executive within the Eclipse Group. Zac listens intently, his eyes gleaming with ambition."Justin needs to remarry," Mr. Xander declares. "Someone with more influence, more wealth. Mary is...insignificant."Zac nods in agreement. "I understand, sir. But who did you have in mind?"Mr. Xander's eyes narrow. "Brianna. She's from a powerful family, and her wealth would be

The morning sun slices through the heavy curtains of Brianna’s room, casting sharp golden lines across her tense face. Shadows dance over her furrowed brow, her lips pressed into a thin line. Before I can step past her, her hand shoots out, gripping my forearm with surprising force. Her fingers dig in, nails pressing just shy of breaking skin. “You can’t do this,” she whispers, voice tight with urgency. I meet her gaze, finding fear not for herself, but for me. The weight of our choices lingers between us, thick and suffocating. I swallow hard. “I don’t have a choice.”""You can’t just leave," she says, her voice trembling, raw with emotion. "Not after everything. Not without telling me who you really are." Her eyes search mine, desperate for answers. I hesitate, the truth heavy on my tongue. But saying it aloud could change everything. Maybe even destroy us.I peel her hand off me, one finger at a time. "It doesn’t matter." “It matters to me!” Her voice cracks, raw with something d