Novels by Jessica Sage

Cassian thought that Lorenzo would at least consider it. To his disappointment, Lorenzo shook his head firmly. "I might have a slightly better impression of you now, but it's not enough to stop me from going after someone who has repeatedly tried to harm me." His face and tone were devoid of emotion, making it clear to everyone that Cassian's wish would never come true. Cassian paled. He put his hands on his knees, seemingly wanting to get to his feet, but he failed. Calypso stood nearby, watching them. She didn't expect Cassian to go this far for her, especially when he usually acted like he couldn't care less about her. Her heart skipped a beat, and she placed a hand on her chest as she walked toward him. The moment she started moving, Lorenzo heard her footsteps. He frowned deeply and turned to look at her with dissatisfaction, but he didn't stop her. She stopped before Cassian and looked down at

Clara said crisply, "If that's the case, I don't want you to get into a fight with Lorenzo, nor do I want you to apologize to him."Cassian's eye twitched. He pursed his lips, eventually tapping her on the head without saying anything.Clara continued to look at him. She couldn't tell whether Cassian had agreed to her request. As she thought about this, Cassian walked over to Lorenzo. She watched him expectantly, but it quickly turned into disappointment because Cassian didn't do as she'd hoped.He sighed softly, then said, "Look at how innocent she's always been. It's all because of me..." He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence because Clara interrupted him. She stood between the two of them with her back to Cassian, and he frowned, about to reprimand her.However, he couldn't bring himself to do it because he knew that she was just worried about him.Clara looked up at Lorenzo and took in his confused expression. She smiled and

Lorenzo knew that he was just in a rush to leave so that he could investigate him, so he didn't keep him waiting. He said calmly, "You can leave if you want to, but there's a price to pay."His calmness made Holt doubt himself more. However, he didn't want to ruin his credibility by changing his attitude again, so he met Lorenzo's gaze, forcing himself to remain calm. Before he verified Lorenzo's identity, he could only treat him as an equal."Name it—I'll give it to you as long as it's something I can afford.""Clara." This was Lorenzo's response.Holt was momentarily shocked by this, but he soon smiled and waved a hand. "Your wish is my command." He watched Lorenzo closely, wanting to see his joyous expression. To his disappointment, Lorenzo's face remained devoid of emotion. Holt gulped, planning his next move.Then, he saw Lorenzo wave a hand and say, "Get this straight—everything I said to you earlier has a time limit. If you're still standing there when I change my mind, you'll

Cassian looked at the ground and said seriously, "Even if I've offended you, I hope this won't affect your relationship with Clara. She's very innocent, and even if she occasionally does things that are hard to fathom, it's only because she doesn't know it's wrong. Her mother left when she was very young, and none of us taught her about these things. That's why she's so naive. So, please blame me for everything she's done wrong."After saying these things, Cassian seemed to regain his strength. He raised his head and looked at Lorenzo, continuing, "I know you're a kind and reasonable man."When he met Cassian's eyes, Lorenzo couldn't bring himself to shake his head, but he didn't want to let Cassian off the hook so easily. After a few seconds, he came up with the perfect response—he shrugged, then looked away and focused on Holt, who'd been waiting for him with his arms crossed.When he met Lorenzo's eyes, he put his arms down, his gaze mocking. "Are you ready to fight me?" He sized L

He smiled. "Ah, it's you. I remember that you were expelled because of your bad record. Also, the university tested you psychologically and determined that you had a high propensity for violence."As Lorenzo spoke, he pulled his hands out of his pocket and allowed them to rest by his side. Though he didn't think Holt was a threat, there was no denying that Holt could launch a sudden attack on any of the people present.Holt looked at Lorenzo and laughed mockingly. He rolled his sleeves up and cracked his knuckles."It looks like the beatings you received back in university didn't leave much of an impression on you. You don't seem to remember what we rich people are capable of, but I suppose they're the ones to be blamed for not being able to teach you a lesson. It's okay—I'll teach you a lesson on their behalf." He turned to faceAt his words, Calypso couldn't hold herself back anymore. This was mostly due to her stupidity—earlier, she'd suspected Lorenzo was a wealthy person! Her sus

Almost instinctively, Cassian wanted to deny this. He'd already opened his mouth to speak, but Lorenzo beat him to it. "Look, there's no need for you two to act this way because Calypso won't make it out of this alive. I won't allow someone who's plotted against me repeatedly and wants to use me to achieve her hidden agenda to remain in this world." His tone was devoid of warmth. Cassian frowned, feeling slightly anxious, but he didn't dare to do anything too out of place because of Lorenzo's abilities. He took a deep breath before saying seriously, "I can apologize to you on her behalf." Before he could continue, Calypso cut him off shrilly. "Cassian Veyron, that's enough! I don't need you to put up such an act in front of me. Anyway, it's obvious that you two have your own issues to work out, so stop dragging me into your mess!" Cassian was shocked at her words, but he quickly regained his composure. He knew that once there was a misunderstanding between two people, it wouldn't

Damon looked at her, his chest tightened with every word she said. Let’s be together. It should’ve sounded simple, like something he could reach out and take. But instead, it felt like stepping off a cliff. He shook his head slowly. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Vivan.” Her eyes glistened, with raw emotion. “I know exactly what I’m asking for. I’m asking you to stop running from me. Damon." He turned away, his hand tightened around the edge of the counter. “If I let myself want this… I’ll destroy you.” She frowned. “Destroy me? Damon, you already saved me more times than you realize. Don’t turn this into some noble excuse to keep pushing me away, Damon. Look at me!" she said as she moved his face to face her. "I understand, that you didn't have an happy marriage but I’m not her,” she whispered, her thumb brushing lightly over his jaw. “I’m not here to hurt you, Damon. I’m here because I want you, Damon. Tell me you don't feel anything and I will leave." He star

“I’m going to teach you a lesson, you bastard!” Sebastian’s voice tore through the air. He lunged forward, his eyes burned with fury, but before his fist could land, another voice cut through the noise, this was calm, commanding, but sharp enough to slice through his anger. “Enough!” Everyone froze. Vivan stood at the doorway, her expression unreadable but her presence strong enough to silence the entire room. Her voice didn’t rise, but it carried weight — the kind that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. “Mr. Lockwood,” she said, her tone firm, “you’re coming with me. Now.” Two men in dark suits stepped forward behind her. Within seconds, Sebastian was restrained, still struggling but he was outmatched. His protest died the moment her eyes locked with his. “Take him to the precinct,” she ordered coolly. “No special treatment. I’ll handle the paperwork myself.” The men nodded and led him out. The room grew quiet again, thick with tension that refused to fade. Vi

"I am going to teach you a lesson, you bastard!" Vivan immediately stood up hearing those words, and knowing that if the matter is not carefully taken care of, it might escalate. “Enough!” she said with a calm and commanding voice that resounded in the room, like a blade. Every head turned toward her. Even Sebastian froze in his mid-motion, his jaw felt still tight and his glare locked on Damon. “Mr. Lockwood,” she said firmly, straightening her blazer as she faced him, “this is a professional setting, not a playground for personal grudges or ego battles. I would advise we all remember why we’re here to close a deal, not start a war.” Her tone was unshakable and Sharp, but dignified. Even the board members, who moments ago looked ready to bolt, now sat silently, watching her command the room with authority. Sebastian’s fist loosened slowly. He exhaled, forcing a faint smile as he leaned back into his chair. “Of course, Miss Whitmore, anything for you." Vivan’s eyes narro

The room was already thick with tension when the doors opened again. Every head turned as he walked in — Sebastian Lockwood. Rich. Sophisticated. Perfectly composed in a tailored suit that probably cost more than Damon’s entire wardrobe. His presence alone drew attention — quiet, commanding, deliberate. He didn’t need to raise his voice; the world bent toward him naturally. But Damon saw the flicker in his eyes first — not interest in the meeting, not even in the negotiation — but in Vivan. Lockwood’s gaze lingered on her for a second too long, his expression polite, almost charming. But Damon knew the type — the kind of man who smiled while calculating what he could own. Vivan, ever the professional, kept her posture straight. Her expression was unreadable, her voice composed when she greeted, “Mr. Lockwood.” “Miss Whitmore” Sebastian replied, his tone smooth as silk. “It’s been far too long. You look… radiant as ever.” Vivan’s lips curved faintly, though her eyes rem

Damon stared at her, the words sinking in deeper than he wanted to admit. He wasn’t used to being seen like that — not for his presence, not for his integrity. He’d spent years being seen as the weapon, the threat, the one they called when someone needed to be silenced. Not the one people believed in. He tore his gaze away, inhaling slowly. “And if I screw this up?” Vivan didn’t hesitate. “Then you learn. But you don’t back down.” The firmness in her tone made something in his chest steady — a small, fragile thing trying to become courage. He nodded once, more to himself than her. “Alright. Let’s go through it again.” Vivan’s lips curved into the faintest smile. “Good. You’ll open by acknowledging their proposal—don’t agree, just acknowledge. Then pivot to the supply imbalance.” Damon tried to follow, his mind running a thousand miles a minute as she spoke. The words — trade, boundaries, resources — felt like a foreign language. But her voice anchored him. Calm. Clear. Steady.

Damon quickly reached for the phone, grabbing it before Klaus could step closer. “That? Oh, yeah, she, uh, brought it here last night,” he said, his voice a touch too casual. “She was helping me with my shoulder, remember? It was pretty bad after dinner. I think she left it behind when she went back to her room.” Klaus’s brow furrowed slightly. “She was here last night?” Damon nodded smoothly, slipping the phone into his good hand and gesturing vaguely toward the table. “Just to help. She insisted on doing that, stubborn as ever.” Klaus gave a small chuckle at that, though his gaze still lingered suspiciously on Damon’s face. “That sounds like her,” he said slowly. “Always insisting she knows best.” “Exactly,” Damon said with a grin, relieved that his excuse seemed to be working. “Trust me, she was bossing me around like a doctor on call. I think she even threatened to confiscate my Charger if I didn’t rest.” Klaus’s lips twitched into an amused smile. “That does sound like V