Novels by osisventures5

The conference room of iNet Group towered with silent elegance, its wide glass walls framing the skyline like a painting. Three top board members sat at the long black table, waiting patiently but critically.Their presence filled the room with the kind of tension only powerful men could command.First was Mr. Raymond Eze, head of Finance, known for restructuring two crumbling banks into profitable ventures within a decade. Beside him was Mrs. Theresa Omodara, CEO of Terranet Media Holdings, and one of the most sought-after strategic investors in the country.Then at the far end sat Mr. Godwin Holland, the project manager in charge of new venture partnerships—sharp, stern, and with little tolerance for mediocrity.Zoe stood before them, her legs rooted to the polished floor, her hands gripping her tablet and a neatly organized file. She wore a deep blue corporate gown, with her hair perfectly pinned up. By the door stood her personal assistant, Doris Okeke, who gave her an encouraging

Zoe stormed into the living room, her heels echoing sharply against the tiles. Her heart was pounding, her hands trembling slightly, but her face burned with a strange mix of fear and rage.The ride back had been quiet, but her mind hadn’t stopped racing. Not for a second.The door slammed behind her as she flung her bag to the floor and collapsed on the couch, her eyes fixed on the wall, motionless.Esther, seated on the dining stool with a half-empty glass of wine, turned sharply. “Zoe? What’s going on? Why are you back so soon?”No answer.“Zoe?”Still nothing.Esther got up, walked over, and tapped her gently on the shoulder. “Talk to me, what happened? Did you see the president? Was the contract signed?”Zoe blinked slowly, her lips parted but no words came. Her throat was dry, her thoughts scattered. Then, in a whisper, she finally muttered, “It was Jordan…”Esther frowned. “What?”Zoe turned to face her mother, her voice shaky. “It was Jordan, mum. The President of Jefferson Gr

"Yes, I’m about leaving the house now. Will be there shortly," Zoe Bennett said into her phone as she adjusted her heels and glanced at the mirror one last time. Her expression was calm, but her heart wasn't.Today was the day.The day her name would be stamped on a contract that could change everything for her and for Bennett Industries.It had been a full week since that horrible night at Roar Hub.A week since she’d watched the man she once called husband walk past her like she was just one more shadow in a world he no longer belonged to. Jordan Jefferson. Or as the elites now addressed him—Lord Jefferson.The shame still burned quietly beneath her skin, but she pushed it aside. Today had nothing to do with Jordan.Today was her moment.In the living room, Esther sat gracefully on the couch, a glass of red wine in hand as she watched her daughter descend the staircase. A smile slowly spread across her face.“My baby girl, you look absolutely breathtaking,” Esther said, swirling the

“Let her come out! Let that bitch come out if she thinks she’s bold! I will show her that not everybody in this city is afraid of her name!” Zoe raged outside the glowing doors of Roar Hub.Her breath came in fast, angry puffs, her hands flailing as she paced before Esther, who was visibly uncomfortable.The humiliation of not hearing Bennett Industries among the ten winning companies still stung her pride like pepper in a fresh wound.People around began to turn their heads, some whispering, others simply watching the drama unfold with subtle smirks.“You saw what she did to me in there!” Zoe continued, not even blinking. “You heard her! That bitch just stood on that stage and removed my name like I’m nothing!”Esther tried to calm her daughter, “Zoe, not here. Let’s at least—”“No, mum! Not here? Then where? She just cost us a contract worth billions and made me look like a fool!”But mid-rant, Zoe’s voice faltered. Her eyes caught a sight that froze her lips and stiffened her neck.

The venue, Roar Hub, glowed with wealth and splendor in celebration of the 20th Anniversary of the Jenkins Industries.CEOs of various business enterprises, politicians and billionaires filled the hall, laughter and wine flowing as camera lights flashed across the walls.Jordan was chatting with two foreign investors when his phone rang. He excused himself politely and stepped outside to take the call.Just as he was about returning to the hall, he paused, turning face to face with a nightmare he thought he had left behind.There stood Zoe Bennett, his ex-wife, and her mother Esther.Zoe folded her arms, her lips curled in a smirk. “What are you doing here, Jordan? Did you follow us here? Are you stalking us now?”Esther scoffed. “This is an elite event, not a street corner. Who even let you in?”Jordan was quiet. He didn’t expect kindness from them, but the bitterness in their tone still pierced deep into his soul.“You tried to kill me, Esther,” Jordan said, staring angrily at Zoe’s

A deep grey Rolls-Royce Phantom glided silently along the quiet stretch of highway, its engine humming smoothly like a lullaby against the early morning breeze.Inside, seated in the backseat with the window slightly down, Jenna Jenkins gazed absentmindedly at the passing trees. Her mind was far away, weighed down by a business meeting she had just wrapped up.Then, suddenly, something caught her eye.She leaned forward slightly. “Marcus, stop the car.”The driver looked at her through the rearview mirror, confused. “Ma?”“I said stop the car!” she repeated, her tone firm but calm.Marcus pulled over, the tyres crunching softly against the dry gravel. Jenna opened the door and stepped out in her heels, her silk gown catching the light as she walked briskly across the roadside dust.Not far from the road, she saw it clearly now.A man.Lying half-covered in dry leaves and dust, body twisted like someone discarded in a hurry. Blood stained his torn shirt and his skin looked pale, too pa