Novels by WUMMIE

Rosey and Judy sobbed uncontrollably when they heard of their parent’s passing.Charles was more confused than grieved.Dr. Shirley felt a lot of pain, grief, shock, anger, disappointment, and regret.Dr. Brighton – now Jaxon, wore his janitor costume with a fez cap, sat, hurdled at a corner by the wall. He wasn't feeling anything, at least not yet. His mistake had taken the life of Governor Harrow and Madame Clinton, his wife. Outside, the crowd erupted into a wild murmur and heads turned as a woman in her sixties pushed forward from the crowd.She burst past security, stormed through the sliding doors and straight toward him like a woman on call of duty.Jaxon's face lit in surprise; he had not seen that face in ages.“Jaxon Mason!” she cried, voice slicing through the sterile hallway like thunder in a cathedral. Nurses turned. Security froze. Jaxon took a step back. “Maryon...?” .Gasps rippled through the room.“You know her?” Rosey whispered.Jaxon nodded slowly. “We have

“Sources confirm the Governor and First Lady were poisoned at the Governor’s Night! Earlier today!”“We are live outside Brattson Diagnostics, where Governor Harrow and Madame Clinton are fighting for their lives. Doctors say only a miracle can save them now.”Reporters spoke into their mics as cameras reeled before them.Behind them, a wall of Security operatives kept the crowd behind yellow barricades as cameras flashed dangerously.In the waiting area, Rosey and Judy sat curled into each other, their designer dresses wrinkled with anxiety. Judy sobbed silently while Rosey stared ahead, eyes red, unblinking. The cameras outside flashed in her mind, but all she could hear was her mother’s shallow breathing through the glass.“I can’t lose them,” Judy whispered.“We won’t!” “What if he dies?” Judy whispered. “Papa can’t die. Not like this.”Rosey shook her head numbly. “He won’t. Brighton is the best. Everyone says so.”Inside the ICU wing, Governor Harrow lay unconscious, his broad

Jaxon was late. Too late; for when a nurse passed him with reddened eyes and a pale face, he asked breathlessly.“Where is she?..The woman, Maziya, the one from the surgery. Where is she?”The nurse stopped, shook her head gently, and avoided his eyes.“She’s gone,” she whispered. “We… we lost her.”Jaxon straightened slowly, as if his entire skeleton had turned to lead. His throat dried up. “No… no, that’s not possible. Dr. Brighton was supposed to handle phase two. He promised to ….”Then he remembered. He was Dr. Brighton, the surgery demi-god.“Dr. Brighton never showed up,” another nurse said from behind. “We waited. But… the time ran out. The others tried, but it was too late. Too complicated.”Jaxon could barely hear them now. The prophecy…she was this close to telling him who his parents and sister were. Very close.The sedative still dragged at his muscles. And now Maziya is dead.“Jaxon,” Dr. Shirley’s voice called out, almost stumbling into the corridor. Her face was

“Where are we going?” Rosey snapped, glaring at the street signs flying past.“You’ll see, just wait.”“I swear, Jaxon, if this is one of your sad little attempts to win me back…”“It’s not.”Jaxon sat quietly behind the wheel, his hands calm, he could see Rosey from the passenger’s mirror and she was still beautiful, even in her rage.“What the hell are we doing here?” She asked when they stopped in front of the Grand Saville Hotel.Jaxon didn’t answer, he just nodded toward the lobby.She stormed out of the car and marched ahead of him through the wide glass doors. The staff recognized her immediately, after all, she was the governor’s daughter. “How do you know where..?” she started, then froze. “Why are we here?”But Jaxon said nothing.She flung open the door to Room 107 with the swipe of a card, the one Jaxon had conveniently “found” and passed to her in the car.And there, standing shirtless, his lips grazing the neck of a woman who was clearly not her, was her lover boy, DSS

After the first phase of the surgery, the surgeons peeled off their bloodied gloves as monitors and stabilizers hummed steadily.“His performance was ... transcendent,” Shirley whispered to Jaxon. “It felt like watching a Demi-god at work. Perfect and skillfull.’ Jaxon smiled. “You sound like you just watched a symphony.”“I did,” Shirley said, turning to him. “I’ve read about Dr. Brighton. They say he once sutured a ruptured aorta in ninety seconds. I thought it was a legend. But now... seeing him work...”Jaxon felt flattered, she wasn't aware she was praising Jaxon, who also was Dr. Brighton in disguise.“He slipped out right after. Didn’t even wait for the post-op rundown.” She sounded sad.“I saw him on the seventh floor,” Jaxon replied. “Private wing. He rests there after major procedures. And trust me, Brighton doesn’t love to be disturbed. Especially not after something like this.”Shirley’s shoulders sank slightly, but her eyes still shimmered. “I just wanted to thank him. O

Back at the estate, the Governor and his wife held a dinner; and everyone was invited except Jaxon.But he stood quietly near the back corner of the room, like a waiter who had missed his queue. His wife, Rosey Harrow, was all over her new lover boy seated beside her – DSS Lewis Brooks.Governor Harrow leaned forward. “Rosey,” he said, his voice smooth but layered with steel. “It’s time you stop playing wife to that janitor you call a husband.”Jaxon’s hands clenched behind his back.“I agree, Father,” chimed in Judy, Rosey’s younger sister, flipping her blonde hair. “He’s... an embarrassment.”Governor Harrow turned to Lewis with a proud smirk. “Unlike Jaxon, this man has backbone, discipline, and power.”Lewis chuckled like an overpraised toddler. “Last month, I coordinated an intelligence op that saved an ambassador’s life. I’ve met presidents, generals, emperors, senators, name them. Trust me, I could give Rosey the life she deserves.”Everyone at the table nodded, even Madame Cli