Novels by Dorcas O.

Donald was driving along Boston’s busy streets, navigating the morning traffic with a calm, collected focus, though his mind remained fixed on the growing list of issues waiting for him at DeGrand Corporation. The morning rush had its usual rhythm—cars honking impatiently, cyclists weaving carefully between lanes, and pedestrians hurrying across intersections with coffee cups clutched in their hands. He was halfway through the intersection when something caught his attention on the sidewalk to his right. At first, it was only the motion—two figures in an intense back‑and‑forth. But when he looked again, the tone of their voices cut through the ambient city noise, forcing him to instinctively slow his car.A heated argument was unfolding beside a glossy black sedan parked awkwardly near a curb. A young man and an older woman stood face‑to‑face, the young man’s arms flailing as he emphasized every word with frantic energy. The older woman—whose hair was tied tightly at the back of

Jane’s hands were trembling as she held her phone. Her pulse raced so fast it felt like it could burst through her chest. She had barely started to explain her situation to Jaxon when the door burst open. The room seemed to shrink as Thomas stormed in, his eyes dark with fury. Jane froze, her voice caught in her throat. “I—I,” she stammered, trying to explain, but before she could finish, Thomas’s shadow loomed over her. Without a word, he slammed his hand down on her phone. It shattered instantly, the screen cracking and sparks of glass scattering across the floor. Jane gasped in terror, reaching out instinctively, but it was gone—her only lifeline severed in an instant. “Put that thing down,” Thomas growled, his voice low and dangerous. “I don’t want to hear it ring ever again.” Jane’s eyes filled with tears as she backed away. “Please! You don’t have to do this! I’ll—I'll cooperate!” Thomas’s lips curved into a cold, mocking smile. “Cooperate?” he said, his tone dripp

“You think you can speak to me like that?” Thomas’s voice was full of rage.Jane tensed. “You will cooperate. Or you will regret everything you’ve done today!" he growled. Jane’s pulse hammered in her ears, but she refused to bow her head. “I won’t betray DeGrand Corporation,” she whispered. Even though her voice trembled, the conviction within it was unmistakable.Thomas’s eyes narrowed, darkening like a storm gathering force. “We’ll see.”He took a slow step forward. The room seemed to shrink with every inch he closed between them.Behind him, his men exchanged uncertain looks. One of them, braver than the rest, cleared his throat.“Boss… let’s go.” His tone held a warning. “We’ve made the point.”Thomas didn’t turn. He didn’t even blink. His jaw clenched, a tiny twitch betraying the fury he was holding back. For a split second, Jane thought he would snap again—strike, shout, something—but instead he inhaled deeply, forcing himself back into control.He leaned in, so close she

Jane swallowed hard. “W–what deal? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Thomas’s smile was slow, deliberate—one of those smiles that didn’t reach his eyes. “The deal, Jane,” he said softly. “The one where your cooperation determines whether you walk out of here unharmed.” Her breath caught in her throat. She tried to keep her voice steady, but her chest tightened painfully. There was no misunderstanding his tone. This wasn’t a threat disguised in polite words; it was the threat. He stepped closer. “You’re a partner of DeGrand Corporation now. I’ve confirmed it myself.” His lips curved. “Impressive title, I’ll admit.” Jane’s mind raced. “What does that have to do with anything?” she asked, forcing the words out. She needed to understand, even if every instinct told her she wouldn’t like the answer. Thomas straightened, his posture suddenly sharp and formal, as though he were at a boardroom table instead of standing in front of a woman he had trapped. He clasped his h

The ride felt endless.Jane’s heartbeat drummed heavily in her ears as the black SUV raced through the city, turning down unfamiliar roads and weaving through streets she didn’t recognize. The windows were tinted so dark she couldn’t see anything outside—only her own faint reflection trembling against the glass. Her hands remained tightly held by two men beside her, and even though they didn’t say a word, the silence inside the car felt louder than any scream could have been.Minutes—or hours, she couldn’t tell—passed before the vehicle slowed.At last, the SUV rolled to a stop in front of an old, abandoned-looking building sitting alone at the end of a quiet street. Its walls were cracked, its windows gray with dust. A cold chill ran down Jane’s spine.Before she could gather her thoughts, the door beside her was yanked open.“Out,” one of the men ordered.Jane felt hands gripping her arms again, pulling her out of the vehicle. Her shoes hit rough ground, and she winced as she str

Jane froze.The voice wasn’t familiar.She slowly turned.A man was walking toward her—mid-thirties, tall, wearing a dark jacket and a cautious expression. His steps were firm but not threatening. His brows pulled together as though he carried worry.“You’re Jane Morris, right?”Jane nodded slowly. “Yes… I am.”He sighed in relief, as though confirming something important. “Good. I was told you’d be arriving this morning.”That startled her.“Told by who?” she asked.He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he glanced left and right, scanning the surroundings with a tension that made Jane’s stomach tighten.When his eyes returned to hers, he lowered his voice.“Miss Wilson, I need to speak with you privately. There’s an urgent matter you need to know.”Jane blinked, confused. “Urgent? About what?”He hesitated—but only for a second.“About your new partnership with DeGrand Corporation.”Her heart dropped.“What about it?” she whispered.Again, he looked around the compound, as though ch