Novels by Olu Writer

Reed looked through the pictures on his desk, his expression unreadable. Even though the person's face was shielded by the hoodie and oversized glasses they had on, he knew who it was. The posture, the walk, the desperate energy, it was unmistakable.After her disastrous attempt at seduction, Reed had wondered what her next step would be. Apparently he was looking at it.The other set of photos showed a refined-looking young man in fine clothes stepping out of the same location as the person with the hoodie. Lucas Scott. The heir to the Scott family fortune, the man who had destroyed Miyu's career, the man who had slept with Selene. The man who thought he was untouchable."This is the video feed of the secretary's table," Lara said and placed a tablet on Reed's desk. Her movements were precise, professional, betraying none of the curiosity that burned in her eyes.Reed watched as Annie looked left and right before taking a photo of something on the secretary's desk. The footage was

What do you have for me?" Lucas demanded as soon as the hoodie-clad person slid into the booth and sat opposite him. His voice was sharp, impatient, the voice of a man who was used to getting what he wanted when he wanted it.The figure looked around the quiet diner as if to make sure they were not followed and would not be recognised by anyone before they pushed back their hoodie to reveal their face.Lucas's eyes narrowed. When he had received the text to meet up, he had expected someone else, one of his usual informants, perhaps, or a low-level employee looking to make a quick buck. He had certainly not expected Annie. The main star of Hitmaker Entertainment, and even though she had not attained the level of star power that the top stars on More Heat, he knew she was still very comfortable.The fact that she had come meant one thing, her position was being threatened.She could be a very good addition, taking her away from Hitmaker would cause a huge blow to their management.But

As soon as Annie was out of the office, Miyu's bravado deflated like a punctured balloon. Her shoulders dropped, her chin lowered, and the fire in her eyes flickered into something softer, more uncertain. She tried to leave Reed's side, her steps quick and flustered, but he tugged her hand, causing her to fall into his lap.Her breath hitched. Her eyes widened as if shocked to find herself in Reed's arms. For a moment, she forgot how to breathe, forgot how to think, forgot everything except the warmth of his body beneath hers."Mr. Hawke," she protested, even though her voice was soft, barely above a whisper. She placed her hands on his chest, trying to push herself up, but her arms felt weak, useless."You were brazen and ready to tear Annie's face off just a minute ago," Reed said, unable to resist teasing her. "But now you've turned into a shy kitten. What happened to the fierce warrior who stormed in here to rescue me?"The result amused him. Colour leapt onto her cheeks and spre

Reed's face remained unchanged as Annie shut the door behind her and stared at him with what was no doubt her seductive expression. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips slightly parted, her body angled to show off her best features. It was a performance he had could bet had been performed countless times before.He wondered how much success she had had with this act. Then he remembered she had ensnared the former CEO with it. Marcus had a wife and had still fallen for this cheap act.From all indications, he had been weak, easily manipulated by a pretty face and a willing body. Reed was not Marcus."Take a seat, Annie," Reed said, his voice flat and unimpressed.Annie took her seat, making sure to lean forward to give Reed a view of her delectable cleavage. The movement was practiced, deliberate, designed to draw his eyes downward. She had used this technique on countless men, and it had never failed.Her artful manipulation made Reed think about Selene, and it took all his willpower

I'm sorry, Annie, but you can't get in." The assistant blocked Annie's path to the Peach studio with a firm stance that left no room for negotiation.The Peach Studio was the best studio among all the studios in the Hitmaker building, it was also the studio which was usually reserved for Annie.Annie, whose nose had been high up in the sky, pulled off her designer glasses and looked down at the lowly assistant standing before her. The woman was dressed in a simple way, her hair pulled back in a no-nonsense bun. She was nothing. Less than nothing. And yet she dared to block Annie's path.'So because Marcus has abandoned ship, even these roaches think they can talk down on me, a whole Annie? Talked to by this cretin?'Annie fumed at the insult, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her palm. This was unacceptable. Completely and utterly unacceptable. She was Annie. She had been at the top of Hitmaker’s Entertainment's roster for years. She had sold out concerts, released hit singl

“What did you think you were doing? Did I raise an idiot?"Cole Scott's reddened face resembled a heated engine that was about to erupt. Veins pulsed at his temples, and his hands were clenched into fists at his sides. Even the mahogany desk between them seemed to tremble under the weight of his fury.Opposite him, Lucas stood with clenched fists, his eyes downcast. He looked like a chastised schoolboy rather than the heir to the Scott family fortune, a position that usually made him feel untouchable. But in front of his father, he was reduced to nothing."Now I look like a blithering fool because my nincompoop son thinks with his dick instead of his brain," Cole continued, his voice rising with each word. "Do you have any idea how this looks? The entire entertainment industry is talking about you losing to a has-been and her mysterious backer. The Scott family name is being dragged through the mud because of your incompetence!""But, Father, it's not my fault," Lucas protested.He r