Novels by Jessica Sage

"You know, that reminds me—I was there when it happened. Mia definitely detested Lorenzo, but here she is, coming to university with him. It must be because of his sudden wealth.” “I would never have expected her to be someone like that. She’s the third prettiest woman in our university!” A man standing silently nearby suddenly said, “I have a different point of view. If even someone like Mia’s starting to hang around him, just think about how rich he really is!” Lorenzo stopped walking and put a hand in his pocket. An ugly look crept onto his face. He didn’t understand why Mia had fled earlier, but he now did. Once rumors started flying around about them, it wouldn’t be an easy feat to prove their innocence. So he needed to clear the air, so he blurted out so everyone could hear. “I’m chasing Mia. We’re not officially together yet, but I hope you don’t spread misinformation.” After that, he turned and left without a care. As for the three guys that had been speaking earli

Lorenzo’s first thought was to nod in agreement. But before he could do so, his gaze swept over a clock on the wall. It was already 3:00 a.m. By the time they were done eating, they would probably have two hours to rest. There really wasn’t much point in having Mia leave at this time. So, he said, “You can choose to stay since we’ll need to leave in about two hours.” Mia blushed. She looked around, then lowered her head to look at the floor. “Okay. I’ll sleep on the sofa.” Lorenzo frowned, obviously dissatisfied with her suggestion. “I may not be the perfect gentleman, but I won’t allow a woman to sleep on the sofa.” He then turned to walk to the sofa, but he heard Mia running after him. He stopped and turned around to face her. Her face was red with agitation. “Please, let me sleep on the sofa. I’m here to repay you for saving my family’s company, so there’s no way I’ll let you sleep there.” Lorenzo glanced at the clock and decided not to argue with her anymore. “As you w

Mia opened the door, still caught up in her thoughts. When she saw the woman standing there, her eyes widened in shock. It was Rosalie, and she was holding a tray. She was a little unhappy to see the beautiful and attractive Mia, but she soon shook it off. She knew her place. Lorenzo would always be out of her league and more like someone for her to worship. Rosalie smiled calmly and said, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t realize there was someone else here. I’ll prepare another set for you.” Mia was angry when she first saw Rosalie. After all, it wasn’t appropriate for a woman to knock on a man’s door in the middle of the night. However, she didn’t expect Rosalie only to be here to deliver food. She felt a trace of regret for her thoughts. She quickly held up a hand to stop Rosalie from leaving. “I’m just here to take care of Lorenzo, so there’s no need to prepare anything for me.” Rosalie looked surprised. However, she quickly regained her composure and passed the tray to Mia. “I’ll have t

Mia wasn’t sure of what was happening. She stood up and walked to the study, seeing Lorenzo’s fingers fly over the keyboard so quickly that she could barely see them. She leaned against the door, unable to stop herself from laughing. “Do you need my help? I’m willing to help you because of the favor you did for my family.” The only reply she got was the clicking of the keyboard’s keys. Lorenzo didn’t even spare her a glance, let alone answer her. It made her feel a little awkward. She finally walked over to him. She looked at the monitor and said, “To repay your kindness, I’ll stay here with you until you’re done with your dissertation.” Only then did Lorenzo look up at her, his eyes frosty. “I’m busy now, so please remain silent. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee I’ll be as mild-mannered as I am right now.” This was the first time someone had spoken to her like that. A hint of displeasure flashed across her face, but it quickly disappeared. If she were in his shoes, she’d be ann

Lorenzo took the key. “Thank you.” Before heading to his Apartment. Just as he thought he would soon be at his apartment, he heard someone call his name. The voice was a little familiar, but it hadn’t left a deep enough impression for him to remember. He stopped and turned in the direction the voice had come from to see a beautiful woman standing there. He recognized her—she was Mia Gomez, a gorgeous woman in his university who had once helped get their family business back by investing in their company. He put his hands in his pockets and watched as she approached him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Lorenzo narrowed his eyes. She was attractive, but perhaps her beauty would work better on someone else. He moved his gaze from her chest to her face and asked, “Do you have something you need me for?” Mia didn’t answer him. She was still wondering why he hadn’t shown any reaction to her body and had even averted his gaze so quickly. However, it wasn’t a que

Bianca had stepped out of the car the moment Alaric showed up. When she saw Lorenzo walk toward the car, she hurriedly said, “Mr. Byers, I think I’m needed at the company.” Lorenzo nodded. “That’s fine. I can drive, and I’m definitely safe on my own.” He got into the driver’s seat and stretched an arm out, resting it against the window. He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath before driving off. Bianca remained rooted to the spot, only moving when he was out of her sight. When she turned around, she was greeted by the sight of a face, which frightened her. She backed away, slapping a hand over her mouth to ensure she wouldn’t make a sound. Alaric touched his face, feeling a little exasperated. He walked toward her, saying, “I know you’re madly in love with Mr. Enzo, and my face can’t be compared to his, but it’s not bad enough to terrorize you like that, is it?” Bianca had already calmed down. She rolled her eyes at him and said, “I have plenty of work to do. Also, I’m

Standing right in front of Daniel was a woman with a stern and old face. She looked at Daniel with a spiteful look like she was about to kill him.“Daniel?” she called.Daniel nodded in agreement, still staring at her. “Yes!”The woman’s eyes gazed at Daniel from head to toe with a smug look on her face. “Follow me,” she ordered as she began to walk down the hallway.Daniel followed her closely before they finally reached an office.As soon as they got to the office, she pointed at a long file of work that was sitting on the table. “I want you to get this done within the next one hour.”Daniel looked at her in disbelief. Wasn't he here for an interview? What was she saying about getting a job done?“Uhm, e-excuse me, miss,” Daniel said as he cleared his throat. “I think there is a little bit of a mix-up here. I am here for a job interview and not…”“And not to work?” the woman said as she finished the statement for him. “You were to arrive before 10 a.m., and here you are at 10:45. Wh

Daniel’s gaze lingered for a few seconds as he stared at the screen. Why exactly was his wife calling him at this wrong time?He picked up the phone, ignoring the curious glances from the table. "Sophie!""Daniel!" she called from the other end.Daniel’s brows drew together slightly at the panic in her voice.“What’s going on?” he replied in a low tone, stepping away from the table toward the window again."Nothing really. I just remembered that your interview is starting in the next few minutes and I needed to wish you the best of luck."Daniel went still.For a second, he wasn’t sure he had heard her correctly.“That’s why you’re calling?” he asked quietly, his voice controlled but edged with disbelief.There was a small pause on the other end.“Yes,” Sophie said, softer now. “I know you’re in a meeting. I just… I didn’t want you walking into that interview without hearing my voice first.”Daniel exhaled slowly.Behind him, he could feel the executives watching. Mr. Stone’s gaze was

As soon as Daniel pulled the door open and stepped in, the air in the room shifted. Inside the private conference suite, several executives were already seated around a long mahogany table. The moment they saw him, they rose to their feet in unison. At the head of the table stood a tall elderly man with sharp gray eyes and neatly combed silver hair. Though age had touched his face, authority still clung to him like a second skin. Mr. Stone. Daniel stepped forward calmly, his presence composed and commanding in the navy suit Marcus had prepared for him. For a brief second, there was silence in the room. The executives were studying Daniel and already measuring him. Daniel’s gaze swept across the room before settling on the long table at the center. High-backed leather chairs lined both sides, polished to perfection beneath the glow of the chandelier above. The table was fully arranged for the meeting — crystal glasses, aged wine, documents stacked neatly beside each seat. There w

"Are you tired of breathing?"Everyone turned to look at the voice. It was Marcus. He was dressed in an expensive silk suit that screamed luxury, and his skin was flawless and perfect.As soon as everyone saw him, there was no doubt that he was someone of higher caliber.The receptionist and the security instantly bowed in respect and trembled in front of him. He walked closer to them and pointed a finger at the security, whose hands were still on Daniel’s arm."Get your arms away from my young master!!" he commanded in annoyance.The security instantly trembled as he removed his hand from Daniel.Marcus, having seen that the hands were removed, instantly bowed to lay his respect to Daniel. "Young Master!" he greeted.The receptionist and the security at this point knew there was trouble in paradise as they watched what was going on."Marcus, rise!" Daniel commanded.Marcus' brows furrowed as soon as he rose up. He looked over at the receptionists and security, whose heads were still

Daniel stretched from the bed. It was nine a.m. in the morning, and he had just woken up. He had slept late at night, secretly reviewing the files that Marcus had sent to him for the company. By the time he woke up, he rose to his feet and headed straight to start preparing for the interview that was to happen at noon. After preparing, he put on one of his best outfits, which was of shabby quality, and was about to head out when his phone began to ring. He looked over at his phone to see Marcus calling him. As soon as he picked up, Marcus called, “Young Master!” His tone was high and a little urgent. “What is it, Marcus? Why are you calling me right now?” Daniel asked. “I am so sorry, it is a little urgent. Mr. Stone just arrived in the country early this morning.” Daniel paused, his hand tightening around the phone. “Mr. Stone? Who is Mr. Stone?” Marcus went silent for a brief second, almost shocked by the question before he answered. “Young Master… Mr. Stone is our biggest

About to have a job for him.Daniel slowly stepped aside and moved to the staircase before he placed the call.Marcus picked up instantly.“Sir.” Marcus’s voice was sharp and professional over the phone.Daniel cleared his throat and said, almost like a whisper, “The Carringtons will be requesting a meeting with the CEO.”There was a pause over the phone, before Marcus answered, “Sir… you want us to refuse?”"No. On the contrary, I want you to accept. But make them feel as though it was hard-earned. Three attempts. Two rejections. Only then… approval,” Daniel commanded on the phone."Noted, sir. I will do exactly like you said," Marcus replied."Thank you, Marcus. I…" Daniel’s voice trailed as he glanced toward the living room.“Daniel!” Sophie’s voice echoed from the living room. She stepped into the hallway with her brows furrowed. “What are you doing over there, Daniel, and who is Marcus? And why are you receiving secret calls like that with him?”Daniel lowered the phone slowly an

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

"This is quite the cozy little celebration," A voice said as it dripped with sarcasm. Jeremy and Vivian turned immediately to see Ethan standing there with his tie loosened and his face full of rage. "Ethan," Jeremy said as he rose to his feet, “What the heck did you think you were doing?” Ethan chuckled bitterly as he stepped closer. "Oh, come on. Did you think you could kick me out and I’d just disappear?" Vivian chuckled as she rooted to her feet in shock, understanding what was going on. "What you mean, Ethan?" she said, her voice steady but firm. Ethan ignored her as he kept his focus on Jeremy, “If you think that you can keep me locked behind bars, then you are wrong.” Ethan said as he took a step closer. Jeremy slowly walked in front of Vivan protectively, trying to make Ethan and Vivan meet. Ethan let out a bitter chuckle as he stepped further into the room. “Oh, come on. Did you think you could kick me out and I’d just vanish like I never existed?” Vivian

"This is quite the cozy little celebration," A voice said as it dripped with sarcasm. Jeremy and Vivian turned immediately to see Ethan standing there with his tie loosened and his face full of rage. "Ethan," Jeremy said as he rose to his feet, “What the heck did you think you were doing?” Ethan chuckled bitterly as he stepped closer. "Oh, come on. Did you think you could kick me out and I’d just disappear?" Vivian chuckled as she rooted to her feet in shock, understanding what was going on. "What you mean, Ethan?" she said, her voice steady but firm. Ethan ignored her as he kept his focus on Jeremy, “If you think that you can keep me locked behind bars, then you are wrong.” Ethan said as he took a step closer. Jeremy slowly walked in front of Vivan protectively, trying to make Ethan and Vivan meet. Ethan let out a bitter chuckle as he stepped further into the room. “Oh, come on. Did you think you could kick me out and I’d just vanish like I never existed?” Vivian

"This is quite the cozy little celebration," A voice said as it dripped with sarcasm. Jeremy and Vivian turned immediately to see Ethan standing there with his tie loosened and his face full of rage. "Ethan," Jeremy said as he rose to his feet, “What the heck did you think you were doing?” Ethan chuckled bitterly as he stepped closer. "Oh, come on. Did you think you could kick me out and I’d just disappear?" Vivian chuckled as she rooted to her feet in shock, understanding what was going on. "What you mean, Ethan?" she said, her voice steady but firm. Ethan ignored her as he kept his focus on Jeremy, “If you think that you can keep me locked behind bars, then you are wrong.” Ethan said as he took a step closer. Jeremy slowly walked in front of Vivan protectively, trying to make Ethan and Vivan meet. Ethan let out a bitter chuckle as he stepped further into the room. “Oh, come on. Did you think you could kick me out and I’d just vanish like I never existed?” Vivian

"This is quite the cozy little celebration," A voice said as it dripped with sarcasm. Jeremy and Vivian turned immediately to see Ethan standing there with his tie loosened and his face full of rage. "Ethan," Jeremy said as he rose to his feet, “What the heck did you think you were doing?” Ethan chuckled bitterly as he stepped closer. "Oh, come on. Did you think you could kick me out and I’d just disappear?" Vivian chuckled as she rooted to her feet in shock, understanding what was going on. "What you mean, Ethan?" she said, her voice steady but firm. Ethan ignored her as he kept his focus on Jeremy, “If you think that you can keep me locked behind bars, then you are wrong.” Ethan said as he took a step closer. Jeremy slowly walked in front of Vivan protectively, trying to make Ethan and Vivan meet. Ethan let out a bitter chuckle as he stepped further into the room. “Oh, come on. Did you think you could kick me out and I’d just vanish like I never existed?” Vivian

"This is quite the cozy little celebration," A voice said as it dripped with sarcasm. Jeremy and Vivian turned immediately to see Ethan standing there with his tie loosened and his face full of rage. "Ethan," Jeremy said as he rose to his feet, “What the heck did you think you were doing?” Ethan chuckled bitterly as he stepped closer. "Oh, come on. Did you think you could kick me out and I’d just disappear?" Vivian chuckled as she rooted to her feet in shock, understanding what was going on. "What you mean, Ethan?" she said, her voice steady but firm. Ethan ignored her as he kept his focus on Jeremy, “If you think that you can keep me locked behind bars, then you are wrong.” Ethan said as he took a step closer. Jeremy slowly walked in front of Vivan protectively, trying to make Ethan and Vivan meet. Ethan let out a bitter chuckle as he stepped further into the room. “Oh, come on. Did you think you could kick me out and I’d just vanish like I never existed?” Vivian

"This is quite the cozy little celebration," A voice said as it dripped with sarcasm. Jeremy and Vivian turned immediately to see Ethan standing there with his tie loosened and his face full of rage. "Ethan," Jeremy said as he rose to his feet, “What the heck did you think you were doing?” Ethan chuckled bitterly as he stepped closer. "Oh, come on. Did you think you could kick me out and I’d just disappear?" Vivian chuckled as she rooted to her feet in shock, understanding what was going on. "What you mean, Ethan?" she said, her voice steady but firm. Ethan ignored her as he kept his focus on Jeremy, “If you think that you can keep me locked behind bars, then you are wrong.” Ethan said as he took a step closer. Jeremy slowly walked in front of Vivan protectively, trying to make Ethan and Vivan meet. Ethan let out a bitter chuckle as he stepped further into the room. “Oh, come on. Did you think you could kick me out and I’d just vanish like I never existed?” Vivian