Novels by Daisy Munachi

TWO YEARS LATER For the first time in two years, Jason had come to see his grandfather and mother. He stood before the grave, staring at the name engraved on the marble headstone in bold and grand letters. MICHAEL ALLEN GREY He shifted uncomfortably, his hands buried deep in his pockets. “Hi, Grandpa,” he said, his voice quiet and uncertain. The word still felt foreign to him, but it was starting to feel less so. “Grandpa. It’s getting easier to say that, I think. Every time I come here, it’ll get a little easier.” Jason took a deep breath, looking down at the bouquet of lilies in his hand. “Well, I don’t really know what to say, but Diana advised I should just speak from the heart.” A small smile crept on his lips when he said that. Diana had been so supportive throughout his journey with grief. She was the one that gave him the final push to see his grandfather and mother after he’d avoided it for so long. He didn’t think he’d be able to bear the pain of coming to this

The stark fluorescent lights of the hospital buzzed faintly as Jason paced outside the emergency room. The air smelt sterile, but Jason’s mind was anything but clear. Paramedics wheeled Abigail through the double doors, her body limp on the stretcher. His voice cracked as he followed close behind, gripping her cold hand.“It’s going to be okay, Mom,” Jason whispered, his voice trembling. “Everything’s going to be okay. I promise.”Reuben stood to the side, phone in hand, ensuring every necessary call had been made. The police had taken Connor’s lifeless body, and an ambulance had quickly arrived to transport Abigail. Lana, shaken but safe, had already been returned home.As Abigail disappeared into surgery, Jason remained rooted in place, staring at the doors as if willing them to open and bring her back. His chest heaved with uneven breaths, his hands clenched into fists.“Jason!”The familiar voice jolted him, and he turned just in time to see Diana rushing toward him. Without hesit

The call Jason had made on his way to the warehouse was to Reuben. He instructed him to draft a fake deed and place it in a briefcase along with a gun. He also told Reuben to park nearby, out of sight of Connor, but not to leave completely. Reuben was instructed not to come upstairs to the warehouse, as Jason wasn’t sure what Connor might be capable of. Jason made it clear that Reuben should stay safe and avoid any unnecessary risks.Reuben, of course, took some creative liberties with the document.“Let my mother and daughter go. Now.”Jason’s hand trembled as he pointed the gun at Connor, the weight of the weapon foreign and heavy in his grip. Connor froze, fury burning in his eyes. He slowly reached for his own gun, drawing it with a deliberate, practiced motion. “Or,” he sneered, “I can always shoot you, your mother, and then your daughter. In that order.”Jason didn’t flinch. His tone was like steel. “Try it. See how that goes for you.”“Your hand is literally shaking,” Connor d

The warehouse loomed in the distance like a dark castle against the evening sky. Jason’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he approached. His jaw clenched, fury and determination burning within him. He parked the car, stepped out, and strode toward the entrance.The moment he stepped inside, Connor’s voice echoed through the cavernous space.“The man of the hour has arrived,” Connor drawled, a mocking grin on his face.Jason didn’t hesitate. “And the scumbag of the century is waiting for him.”Connor chuckled, seemingly amused. “I like you, nephew. You can give it back.”Jason glared at him. “And you know how to take what doesn’t belong to you. Like a disgusting thief.”Connor shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ve been called worse.” He looked around theatrically. “But I don’t see you with any documents.”“It takes longer than a few minutes to draft that kind of deed, genius,” Jason shot back.Connor’s expression darkened slightly. “But I told you to come with the document. I don’t care

Jason’s heart pounded in his chest as the phone line went dead. He stood frozen for a moment as Connor’s dark words sunk in. His mind raced as he tried to think of a way to fix the situation, then his voice broke the silence.“Motherfucker,” Jason growled under his breath, clenching the phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white.At that moment, Diana rushed back into the room, her face pale, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. “Jason, I… I talked to the neighbors. They didn’t see anything except for a man who looked suspicious walking into the neighbourhood, but… they don’t know anything else.” Her voice cracked. “What happened? Where are they?”Jason didn’t even need to answer; his entire body was shaking with frustration and fear. “Diana, calm down. It’s okay. I’m going to make everything okay.”“Don’t tell me to calm down!” Diana snapped, her eyes wild. “Don’t tell me everything is okay! My daughter and your mother are missing. The house is a mess. They were obviously

Weeks had passed since Lana’s surgery. She had been discharged from the hospital, and to celebrate, Diana threw a small, intimate party. Everyone who had taken the test and waited alongside her for the surgery to finish was invited—except for Christopher, who had quietly exited her life after learning he wasn’t Lana’s father. Christopher sent his regards to Diana and even sent a congratulatory message to Jason, acknowledging his newfound role as a father. The other person who couldn’t be in attendance was Michael.He was still under observation at the hospital, something that worried Jason. The worry for Lana’s health was out of the way, but it was replaced by worry for Connor’s next move. Connor, still being on the loose, gnawed at him daily. Each day without Connor in a prison cell—or, preferably for Jason, buried six feet underground—heightened his fear for his mother’s safety. That week, Jason had finally decided to hire bodyguards for Abigail, wondering why he hadn’t done so soo