Novels by Phoebe Sheen Allanic

The alleys were dark and as much as I hate it, it was my only companion. It welcomed me with open arms as I marched through it, the future uncertain.My whole body ached with every movement I make. My legs, in particular, were screaming with pain. I contemplated what Darion and Henry offered. I contemplated if I made the right decision to accept their offer. One thing running in my mind was that, my life will not end like this. I refuse for it to end like this. This may make matters worse or this will give me a second chance. It was a risk I was willing to take. After all, other than my life, what else have I got to lose?I hissed in pain when my foot snagged on something. The sound of metal rolling against the concrete pathway echoed along the narrow alley. It made me wince. It was loud enough to wake the monsters in everyone's nightmare. But I kept on walking. What else can I do?In the distance, I could hear the sound of the traffic. I need to get there as soon as I can. If I don't

The silence in the room was deafening and yet, I could almost hear Mr. de la Fontaine cursing me inside his head. He was staring at me. Seething. Mrs. de la Fontaine sat in the corner, sobbing. Losing a daughter is terrible.However, I lost a wife too.Olivia and I married out of convenience for both our families. In her case, the de la Fontaines needed a strong foundation to strengthen their company further. They needed the Olivieris. As for my father, he used me as a tool to secure his company that was nearing bankruptcy. Of course, father never told the de la Fontaines about the company’s situation. Otherwise, there is no way the de la Fontaines would invest. Olivia and I wouldn’t have happened.We shouldn’t have happened. If I had known it would come to this point, I shouldn’t have agreed.But I was powerless. What could I have done?“What happened back there, Kingsley?” Mr. Harold asked. “Did you…Did you really kill my Olivia?”The pain in his voice was something that would proba

The blinding pain all over my body was the one that woke me up first. I could hear the beeping sound of some machines and I kept my eyes closed as I could barely open them.I don't know where I am nor what happened. But as I tried to recall the memories, it came flooding into me like a hurricane. The memory of Olivia's face as they molested and killed her. The memory of how they shot her next and how her blood pooled underneath her. The memory of life slowly seeping out from her eyes.It all came pouring that I didn't realize I was already sobbing. The machine's beeping sound intensified and suddenly, it became too loud that I felt like my head was about to explode.One thing I wanted to do was to get out of the damned place and find those men who killed my wife.But then the door suddenly burst open and men in uniforms get inside. It was then that I realize my hand was cuffed on the bed and that I can't get out no matter how hard I get away.Two men held my arms as they try to hold m

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months. Olivia and I surprisingly got along well. For almost two years of being married, we started to get along. Despite the fact that she can become quite intimidating, I got used to it and I could see that whenever she was around me, she drops the mask of being a girl boss and just being an ordinary woman. She enjoys painting, I found out. She wasn't planning on telling me and was secretly painting on one of the vacant rooms in our house. I accidentally found out about it and saw her artwork. They were mostly landscapes and I told her they were amazing.I could tell she is not used to receiving compliments about her artwork as she was never given the opportunity to express or share it with others. Somehow, I could relate to her. As to how her whole life's controlled by her parents."I just...do it whenever I have free time. They're nothing special, really. They're just amateur work—""Olivia," I said as I stared at her flipbook. I looked at

Everything happened so fast. One moment we were just discussing the details of the wedding—one I really didn't pay much attention to. I was too stunned—too surprised to process everything. And the next thing I knew, me and Olivia married. It all happened too fast. And I couldn't believe they pushed through it. And I couldn't believe I became father's personal puppet.It's been almost two years since me and Olivia got married. Almost two years since we started to live with each other. Our families bought a house—a mansion—that's unnecessarily huge for the two of us. Olivia and her own business is thriving and father is restless. Especially when Harold de la Fontaine kept asking about when I should take over the company.Knowing father, he will never, ever hand me his company. Especially since I am not his son. Other than that, he's also pissed that Harold kept asking him when he should retire from the company."That bastard is getting cocky," he said in one of our scheduled family dinn

Days passed since the incident and I got out of the hospital the moment the stab wound started to heal. Father did not call on the police. He wouldn't dare to do so as one of his sons could be convicted. Henry and Darion started to ignore me, which was good. I didn't want their attention in the first place. Should they try to do it again, they know what would be the consequence. Or maybe if they try to do it again, they'd be smarter and more careful so as to not get caught. The thought bothers me.Another thing that bothers me was the voice I heard during that incident when I was losing consciousness. Someone had saved me and brought me to the hospital. If it hadn't been for that man, I would have died. I asked the nurses about it but they just shrug and went on with their job. I asked father about it and he was too focused on getting mad for the trouble his sons had caused to answer my question.It was a total mystery. What's more, is that I don't know who it was but he knew my name.