Novels by ERO HAY

220. Dreykov had been on Petra's trail ever since she left to wherever and she got him to let go for one day. But that didn't mean his job was over. If there was one thing he wouldn't risk again, it was fucking up orders from Devin Stone. Two days had passed since then, and now he stood outside her study door, waiting for her to finish up. When Petra finally got out of her study, she was relieved to not see Dreykov. She took a few steps forward, and he suddenly seemed to materialise before her. "Really?" She asked, annoyed, partially at the fact that he was there, and partially at the fact that she didn't realise it. "You're still at this?" Dreykov shrugged. "I'm just taking orders, don't blame the messenger." "Orders." She muttered, rolling her eyes. "Of course. You're like a shadow that I can't run away from." "Better a shadow than a bullet in your back." Dreykov shot back. Petra sighed as she walked to her private suite. "I can't do this tonight. I'm drained. Y

219.Petra had been searching for something good to wear to her outing with friends. All her clothes were perfect, but she wanted something that screamed "I'm a fun, gorgeous entrepreneur who can turn serious in the blink of an eye!" She needed something to take her mind off of everything that had been happening, and a hangout with the girls would just fix her spirits just right. But then, something caught her eye. She saw a bit of scorched paper poking out from the bottom of her wardrobe. Her heart jumped. "There's no way..." She bent towards it, pushing aside coats and a pile of scarves to get it in full view. There it was, wedged behind an old handbag, the half-burnt, charred at the edges, the same file she had hidden. Of all the places to find it, she didn't think it would be in her clothes. She picked it up, clutching it against her chest. "I can't believe this." She whispered to herself in relief. She had done so much, and now it wasn't going to go to waste. But how

218. The room looked magnificent, and with the major colours being the darkest black and richest of reds, it also looked intimidating. Eva’s perfume filled the air as she sat on her personal throne-like-seat, looking every bit the queen of her castle. Yvonne Hall entered quietly, looking around. She had been summoned, and when Eva summoned, you didn’t keep her waiting. But she was confused as to why Eva, the woman whom she had originally mistaken for Kia, was asking for her presence. The woman was powerful, and she was intimidated by her. No pressure. “Well, well, well.” Eva said with an unamused smile. “You came.” Yvonne forced a small smile of her own. “You asked for me, Miss Eva. I didn’t think I had a choice to not come.” “Good. Now I see that you’re also a smart girl.” Eva purred. She motioned to the empty chair across from her. “Sit. Smart women like you are just my type.” Yvonne obeyed, straightening her back as she sat, pretending to not be intimidated. Eva coul

217. Petra was in her robe, sitting cross-legged on the couch that was once a mess of leather and foam spilling out, holding a half-drunk cup of coffee that was growing cold in her hand. In her head, the living room still looked like a crime scene, even though it looked better than brand new. Her nerves hadn't calmed since the break-in. That was when she got informed that she had a visitor. Petra looked at the clock. It was almost 10:00am, and she had not been expecting any callers. Devin had access to come up immediately, so that left him out. Who could it be? A reporter? She looked at the maid and shook her head. No, all her servants had been told to turn away reporters, and she was sure that Dreykov was turning them away as well. "Thank you, Nelson. I'll be down soon." The maid nodded and left back to do his duties while she pushed herself up, muttering as she walked down to where visitors where received. "If this is another fucking reporter I swear I'll—" She pulled

216. CRASH! The sound of glass shattering echoed in the private gym. Dreykov just stood there, his hands behind his back, and his head down as Devin hurled the second glass against the wall. He made a mental note to get people to clean it up, but not right now. Devin was fuming. "You fucking failed me, Dreykov!" Devin yelled. "What are you even here for?" Dreykov want pleased, but he didn't dare to speak. He'd been through Devin's tempers before, few but terrifying. The man didn't like excuses, and he didn't like silence either, but there was nothing he could have said right that could make the situation better. It could only get worse if he spoke. Devin was still glaring at him. "She was in that house alone. Do you know what could have happened to her if she was there earlier? Do you even fucking understand what that means? Someone got inside and ruined her space! That's my fiancée!" Devin shook his head and started to pace, dressed in a loose shirt and his gym shorts. He

215. It was exactly 11:43pm when Petra pulled into the driveway. She was exhausted. She had been feeling extremely tired and fatigued ever since… since her engagement, actually, the shooting, and Mat. She hated being in a constant state of tiredness. And now, she was worried about Devin, how much more could she take? “Finally home.” She muttered under her breath. “God, I need a drink and a shower. And maybe Devin.” She contemplated calling him over, but thought better of it. Devin was someone who was instinctive, he would pick on her mood and she’d be spilling all she knew before she could stop herself. She couldn’t have that now. The night was quieter than usual, and the greetings from her security men didn’t do much to fill the air as she went up to her suite. But then, something was wrong. The door wasn’t fully closed. She always made sure to lock her doors when she wasn’t home, believing that one could never be too careful, and she had only leaned on it slightly, and it f

Jane stormed into the coffee shop, her eyes blazing with anger. Her friend, Rachel, looked up from her laptop, concern etched on her face."Jane, what's wrong?" Rachel asked, closing her laptop.Jane collapsed into the chair, her voice trembling. "He rejected me. Jaxson rejected me."Rachel's expression softened. "Oh, Jane. I'm so sorry."Jane's hands clenched into fists. "I went to him, poured my heart out, and he just...dismissed me. Like I meant nothing."Rachel's eyes widened. "What did he say exactly?"Jane's words spilled out in a torrent. "He said I used him, manipulated him. That he wouldn't be fooled again. Foolish? Me? Ha!"Rachel's gentle touch on Jane's arm was a stark contrast to Jane's seething emotions."Jane, maybe you should take a step back. Reevaluate—"Jane's fury boiled over. "No! You don't understand. Jaxson owes me. He used me, too. He pretended to love me, and now he's just...gone?"Rachel's voice remained calm. "Jane, you know Jaxson's engaged to Semira now. M

Jaxson's phone soon rang as his secretary put a call across to him. He had asked not to be disturbed for he wanted the entire night to himself and Semira alone."Yes?" Jaxson asked, his voice Stern."Pardon me for interrupting your night sir but Marcus Thompson is here, and he wants to see you," she said to him.Marcus was a business partner that Jaxson was trying to get a contract with. But Marcus has been proven stubborn, and Jaxson knew it was because of the silly rumors about him that spread weeks earlier."What does Thompson want?" Jaxson asked the secretary."I think he wants to pull out of the negotiations sir," She replied. Semira overhead the words and gazed at Jaxson."I'll be there" he replied and hung up. "Driver, take me to the office," Jaxson said."I'm sorry for this, Semira. I didn't think this would happen tonight," Jaxson apologized. Semira smiled and held his hand."Let's get that contract once and for all!" She replied to him.Jaxson stood confidently in the sleek

The soft glow of candlelight danced across the crystal chandeliers, casting a warm ambiance over the elegant dining room. Jaxson Green sat across from his stunning fiancée, Semira, at the city's most exclusive restaurant, Le Coeur.Their table, nestled near the floor-to-ceiling windows, offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The maître d' poured champagne, and Jaxson raised his glass in a silent toast.Semira's eyes sparkled as she sipped her drink. "To our future, my love."Jaxson's smile was genuine. "To forever with you."Their dinner arrived, and the aroma of roasted duck and sautéed vegetables wafted through the air. Semira closed her eyes, savoring the flavors."Mmm, this is heavenly," she whispered.Jaxson chuckled. "Only the best for my princess."As they dined, their conversation turned to their upcoming wedding."Have you finalized the guest list?" Semira asked, her brow furrowed."Almost," Jaxson replied. "I've decided to invite a few business associates, but I wa

Jane sauntered into the police station, her designer heels clicking on the worn linoleum. She flashed a saccharine smile at the officer behind the desk, her eyes gleaming with malice.What Parker just told her still made her uneasy, and the shock had not worn off her. But she had another plan to safeguard herself.It doesn't matter whether Jaxson was engaged or not. She had to get him back, and she was confident that he would.Jane smiled again. Men were tools for her to play with. Plus, she had already dated Jaxson in the past. It wouldn't be hard to get him to submit to her."Visiting my father, Vance," she cooed, handing over her ID.The officer nodded, unaware of the venom lurking beneath Jane's polished exterior.As she entered the cell, Vance looked up from his cot, his eyes weary from days of detention. "Jane, what brings you here?"Jane's smile twisted. "Just thought I'd drop by and share some...enlightening news, Father dear."Vance's instincts prickled. He could see the deme

"Jaxson Brown. Why have you called? Have you called me to float because let me tell you, you're late!" Parker snapped at Jaxson who just chuckled. "Detective. I called to extend my sympathy. Your career is over as we speak," Jaxson said to him."And whose fault is that? Huh? You leaked everything. How did you even do it? How did you get your hands on those information? I don't understand it," he said to Jaxson who Chuckled again. The winds of change had blown, and Jaxson had won."I'll advise you, Parker, to change your ways. You may think that you are discreet but I assure you there are people out there who are even more curious. Change your ways so that you will not find yourself in prison," Jaxson said to him. Parker frowned."What do you mean?" He asked. "What else do you know?" He asked Jaxson. Jaxson sighed."Isn't it obvious? I left out details of that particular murder that you committed. Didn't you observe it, Parker? That it wasn't mentioned at all?" Jaxson asked and Parke

Detective Parker drove back to the station, wondering why his boss has requested to see him in such a notice. He was especially worried about the suddenly revelation that Jaxson had made to the public.What game was he trying to play? Detective Parker wondered. With Jaxson's revelation, Parker couldn't extort money from him. He had become immune.As soon as detective Parker stepped into the station, all eyes fell on him. He suddenly became self aware as he walked past the cops glaring at him with their scrutinizing eyes. The thing about cops was that they had a way of breaking a person with their glares alone and Parker knew all too well."Hey, what's going on? Why is everyone looking at me like I just returned from space?" He asked a rookie who looked around with caution before he replied. Parker could see the hesitation in the rookie's face.He didn't want to talk to him. "Look, sir, I don't want any trouble. Just leave me alone," the rookie replied and tried to walk away but Park

Drax gripped the steering wheel tightly as he navigated the crowded streets. Cara sat beside him, her eyes fixed on her phone."We're almost there," she said, her voice low and pressured.Drax grunted as his his eyes scanned the road ahead. He hated hospitals. Hated the smell of disinfectant and the sound of beeping machines. As they turned into the hospital parking lot, Cara pointed to a vacant spot. "There."Drax pulled into the spot and killed the engine. Then, in unison, they opened their doors and stepped out onto the pavement.Holding Cara's hand, they rushed into the hospital and soon met with a nurse at the nurse's station who directed them to room 3 on the VIP suites where Cara's father was admitted.Taking a lift, they went to the fourth floor and located the room. When Cara saw her grandfather lying on the bed unconscious, she gasped and clasped her hands on her mouth."Oh my God…" Cara muttered as she stepped closer to him. A maid was tending to the older man and she sto

"Drax, are you okay?" Cara asked while Drax looked around, wearing a frown on his face. His system was still sending waves and waves of warning his way. But Drax could not see any threats around."Yes, I'm fine-" he stopped when he turned to Cara and found her frozen on the spot. Her lips were parted, eyes fixed on a spot, and the gentle humming that once livened the restaurant instantly died down.Drax gently stood up from his seat and looked at other customers. They were all frozen as well. Even the drinks weren't spared as a customer's glass that was being rocked in his hand earlier, slanted toward the right, almost spilling the amber coloured champagne."What is going on right now?" Drax asked his system. The blue light appeared in his mind's eye.[He's here]The system replied to him. Drax's brows furrowed as he kept looking around."Who's here?" He asked again, and suddenly, the floor began to vibrate. Drax took a step back as a large crack suddenly appeared on the ground and e

"Jason, guess who I just saw right fucking now!" Kira gritted her teeth as Jason picked up the call from the other side of the phone."Who?" Jason asked, his tone discordant and harsh, but Kira didn't sense it. She was too angry to pick up hints."It was my good-for-nothing ex-husband. That trash really has gotten his hands dirty!" She yelled as she dug her fingers into her hair, clawing at it.Jason let out a sigh, but Kira couldn't believe her ears."Are you even listening to me? I'm telling you something serious right now. That bastard allegedly bought our wedding car. What the hell are we supposed to do now? So many things aren't connected!" She said again."Your ex is now the acting CEO of Blackview Incorporated. I got fired today. And I heard them calling him Drax. It's fucking crazy," Jason dropped the bombshell.Kira's heart skipped a beat while she received the news. "What do you mean you got fired? How did Alex or Drax or whatever his name is I don't fucking care, get your

The car parked with a subtle screech in front of DQ cars dealership, and Drax stepped out. He gazed at the building for a moment before he gently approached while the driver hurled off to the garage.The security men shot him glares as he walked into the building. He ignored their looks and was soon greeted by a large, open reception space. DQ cars dealership was the best in the city, and Drax had done his research."Are you Mr Drax who I spoke with on the phone?" A tall, lanky man appeared and took a stare down at Drax, sizing him from head to toe. Although Drax wore an expensive suit, the years of ill-treatment still took it's toll on his general appearance."I am. And what was that about you not having my proposed car in stock anymore?" Drax questioned him, but the man sighed, paying little to no regards to Drax. Of course, Drax recognized him as the manager."I'm sorry to inform you sir, but that car you wanted has been purchased already. We got a higher offer for it. But I can s

"How do you see your office, Drax?" Cara asked as they stepped into an elegant office with polished hardwood floors and floor-to-ceiling windows. A stunning executive desk, crafted from mahogany, anchored the room as soft, golden lighting and elegant artwork completed the space, creating a serene and professional atmosphere perfect for high-level meetings and focused work."It's beautiful," Drax replied and nodded his head while he gently approached the desk, trailing his fingers on it. Cara approached him."Here's my family's black card. It has one hundred million dollars inside it. It's all yours to spend on some accessories," she said and handed him a card with the Blackview family crest engraved on it."How did you make such an accurate prediction on my grandfather's business? It was almost as if you could see it coming," she asked.Drax turned to her. "I have experience in that field. Lots of experience," he said."Well, it has served you excellently. My family will ensure that

"I'm not a thief. Do not say what you don't know," Drax fumed while the accusation hit him, but the woman scoffed in response."You're supposed to be on your knees begging for your life right now! You look like the beggar that came earlier today for alms giving. How dare you break into this house to steal?" She yelled again, waving her hands in the air in an exaggerated manner.Drax was beyond angry at that point. Of all the terrible things that has happened to him that evening, this was by far the worse."Maybe I should just call the police on you. I don't know why the guards are taking so long to pick you up and throw you out of this house!" The woman added."You shouldn't speak to me in that manner," Drax replied to her gently, his face twisting into something darker."Or what? What will you do? Kill me? Are you also a killer? I should definitely get you locked up!" The woman screamed out loud."Why are you harassing my guest? Aren't you supposed to be in the kitchen cooking?" Cara