Novels by Olivia C. Onoh

"Very well. I need you to help me get revenge on a few people outside.""But sir." The man fumbled with his hands, looking nothing like the confident man he was before. "How—How am I supposed to do that?""Don't worry about that part. You just have to do exactly as I say."Jason swiped a pen and paper from the other end of the desk to himself. He began penning down punishments for every one of them who had belittled him today.He listed their names and detailed how the revenge plan would go down to the last. When he finished, he folded the paper in half, pressing his fingers down on the new edge."Study it. I'll be right back." He handed the man the folded paper and left his office.Jason climbed down the stairs. To his relief, they were all still waiting for him to get back. Although Claire was on her feet, trying to get her cousin to leave with her.He said nothing to them as he sat down in his chair.Julane spoke first, "I see you've decided to stay.""We are on a date. It would be

Mila tugged at Jason's pants, beckoning him to just stop. These people appeared dangerous and influential. She didn't think they would be as lucky as the last time with those loan sharks. "What do you even know about what you're asking me to do, old lady?" Jason smirked mockingly at the woman. She didn't relent from her arrogance. "Do you have any idea who I am? If you did have an idea, you'd shut your stinking mouth and do as you're told." "I see. You are no longer in need of your translator?" Jason raised a brow at the uncomfortable director, who was in the middle of the scene. "A smart mouth won't save you, boy, because when I'm done with you—" "But you didn't care to ask me who I was?" Jason stopped her short. "That's easy. You and your girlfriend are nobodies. Gutter trash." She spared a sweet, wrinkled smile that not even her botox could hide. "But now that I'm feeling generous. If you manage to impress me, you poor brat, I might decide to cover the accommodation cost of w

Jason was sure that he had heard that name before. He thought back to earlier at the Dapper House. The women who had been embarrassed by Ander, one of them was a consultant at…Howard Tech!“I’ve never heard of Howard Tech. Is their influence bigger than ours?”Raymond let out a smothering laugh. “They are dreamers, young master, but persistent ones. No one can ever beat Maxe. Not even in a hundred years.”“So why did the CEO of Howard Tech put you on that sick bed?” Jason removed his hand from his pocket to gesture. “It’s your health I’m most worried about, old man.”Logan excused himself from the room as they conversed. Jason didn’t know what that was about. It could only mean that this was a very delicate topic.“You just have to worry about getting married for now and leave the rest to me.”“I’m on track with that, but Raymond, you know I deserve to know, right?”Raymond grunted, looking away for a moment. He could see the reluctance on his face. This wasn’t information he wanted t

Mila tugged at Jason's pants, beckoning him to just stop. These people appeared dangerous and influential. She didn't think they would be as lucky as the last time with those loan sharks. "What do you even know about what you're asking me to do, old lady?" Jason smirked mockingly at the woman. She didn't relent from her arrogance. "Do you have any idea who I am? If you did have an idea, you'd shut your stinking mouth and do as you're told." "I see. You are no longer in need of your translator?" Jason raised a brow at the uncomfortable director, who was in the middle of the scene. "A smart mouth won't save you, boy, because when I'm done with you—" "But you didn't care to ask me who I was?" Jason stopped her short. "That's easy. You and your girlfriend are nobodies. Gutter trash." She spared a sweet, wrinkled smile that not even her botox could hide. "But now that I'm feeling generous. If you manage to impress me, you poor brat, I might decide to cover the accommodation cost of w

The woman's five inch heels clapped loudly on the tiled ground. Her skin was flawless, though it was clear she had aged a lot.Her presence was enough to stop time. Everyone forgot themselves while watching her approach, including Jason.He had never seen this face before, but no one had to tell him she was money. It screamed all around her. "Director Lancaster," the woman nodded once, checking her rolex watch, "Are you busy with something now? I have much to discuss with you."She didn't spare Jason and Mila or the rest of the staff a glance. Her eyes pinned on Lancaster alone.The man stammered. "Mrs. Clarke!" His head lowered as he fumbled with his hands. "Have I kept you waiting for long? Forgive me if that was the case."Jason heard her name and really looked at her. Things had just gotten interesting. He wouldn't be surprised if she belonged to the family Logan had spoken about. "You are forgiven. Let's discuss the surgery procedure for my husband now. I didn't like a few line

Jason was sure that he had heard that name before. He thought back to earlier at the Dapper House. The women who had been embarrassed by Ander, one of them was a consultant at…Howard Tech!“I’ve never heard of Howard Tech. Is their influence bigger than ours?”Raymond let out a smothering laugh. “They are dreamers, young master, but persistent ones. No one can ever beat Maxe. Not even in a hundred years.”“So why did the CEO of Howard Tech put you on that sick bed?” Jason removed his hand from his pocket to gesture. “It’s your health I’m most worried about, old man.”Logan excused himself from the room as they conversed. Jason didn’t know what that was about. It could only mean that this was a very delicate topic.“You just have to worry about getting married for now and leave the rest to me.”“I’m on track with that, but Raymond, you know I deserve to know, right?”Raymond grunted, looking away for a moment. He could see the reluctance on his face. This wasn’t information he wanted t

Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”

Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”

Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”

Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”

Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”

Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”