Novels by Jessica Sage

"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

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

Sophie, upon seeing that her husband Daniel was being bullied and mocked, stepped forward, closer to Margaret, and defended, "Mum! Please. Don't speak to Daniel like that. He is just trying to help."Margaret exhaled and stared into Sophie’s eyes, but all she found was pure determination. She kept her gaze on her and asked carefully, “Are you sure that you are ready to represent the Carringtons? Are you sure your projects, your proposals, will be impeccable?”The room held its breath.Trevor leaned forward, eager to hear Sophie fail.Daniel squeezed Sophie’s hand gently, though she didn’t seem to need the reassurance—her face was carved in resolve.“Yes, Mum,” Sophie said, her voice steady, unwavering. “I am sure.”Margaret’s eyes narrowed a fraction. “Do you understand what impeccable means in this context?” she asked. “The Alisters don’t accept mediocrity. They don’t forgive mistakes. One flaw in your proposal, and this entire partnership collapses. Do you understand what you are pu

A small smile appeared at the corner of Daniel’s mouth. He had turned to see Sophie offer to take the deal, and that had brightened his day. She had always been a brave and intelligent girl, and judging so, it wasn't hard to work along with her. Meanwhile, Margaret, upon seeing Sophie volunteering to offer, burst into laughter. How could fragile Sophie take on the role of representing them with the Alisters? She was brave, but Margaret couldn’t help thinking that she was stupid. "Sophie, do you hear yourself? You..." she said, pointing at Sophie dramatically. "You want to take on the role of representing the Carringtons? Why? Do you think this is a simple read-and-send email?" she said, feeling frustrated. "You are going to prepare big projects, Sophie! And they have to be more than perfect. Can you do that? I don't want any failures. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." Daniel tightened his jaw in annoyance at what Margaret was saying. She was about to jeopardize her plans

The room fell into a slow, stunned silence. Everyone turned tgeir atrention towards the sleek black envelope Sophie blinked feeling all confused. “The Alisters? you mean the great Alisters? How and why would they send us anything?" Daniel walked past her, “I have no idea Sophie. Maybe you might try opening it." Margaret, who had been quiet all along, raised a hand weakly to silence everyone. Her voice was soft “If there is anyone who should open it,” she said, her gaze sweeping across the room, “then it should be Me. I am the the head of this family.” There was a spread of silence in the whole room. Margret slowly gestured to Sophie to bring the Alister’s envelope to her, which Sophie obeyed without hesitation. She slowly reached out and took the envelope from Sophie, her fingers trembled slightly. Everyone watched her. No one could breathed. Margaret’s thumb brushed over the golden emblem stamped at the center. The Alisters’ crest. A symbol so powerful it made even

Daniel smiled as the idea settled fully. Ever since he married Sophie, she had been nothing but supportive — unwavering, steady, always standing beside him even when the world turned its back. If there was anyone he trusted enough to elevate… anyone deserving of an opportunity this powerful… It was Sophie. His wife. And if there was one person more deserving of rising to the top of building an empire even greater than the Carringtons it was her. He knew exactly which company he would choose, and he was going to offer his wife one sweet deal. “Marcus,” Daniel called, his voice low but steady. “I want you to put the Carrington Industries under that list.” There was a sharp pause on the other end of the line. “Sir… are you sure you want to include the Carringtons?" he asked in disbelief. He knew how the Carringtons had always looked down on his boss, and including their name on the list isn't something Marcus had expected from Daniel. "Yes! You heard me right. I want you to inc

Daniel stared at the screen for a moment, his gaze moved from Trevor to the caller ID again. Of course Trevor noticed , he was always the loudest, most intrusive, most insecure person in the room. “Who’s calling you, Daniel?” Trevor snapped, with annoynace dripping from every word. “As if your phone ringing right now is more important than what’s happening here.” Daniel didn’t dignify him with an answer. He just kept quiet. He simply looked at him again for a single, clipped second, it was flat, blank and uninterested. Then his eyes shifted to Sophie and in acknowledgment, he said, “Excuse me, Sophie,” he said quietly. “I need to take this call.” Sophie nodded softly. “Go.” Trevor scoffed loudly as soon as Daniel turned to take his leave. “Unbelievable. At a time like this?” Daniel didn’t turn around. He didn’t even spare him a glance. He stepped out of the hospital room and closed the door behind him, letting the latch click softly into place. The hallway was colder

Daniel stared at Trevor in disbelief. Of course—he was still that ungrateful bastard. No matter what anyone did for him, he always remained a b*tch.Daniel’s voice came out calm. Too calm. Calm enough to wipe the smirk right off Trevor’s face.“Trevor,” Daniel said, his eyes locked on him, “I just paid a hundred million dollars for your mother’s surgery… and that still makes me a loser?”The corner of Daniel’s lips twitched—nothing close to a smile. Just disbelief. And disgust.“If helping your family makes me a loser…” he leaned forward slightly, voice dropping, “…then I’m very curious what that makes you.”Trevor blinked, irritated at what Daniel was saying“An ungrateful person?” Daniel asked softly. “No. That’s too kind. That’s an understatement. It makes you someone who can’t appreciate a miracle handed to him on a silver platter. Someone who insults a man while standing on money he didn’t earn. You’re not just ungrateful—you’re a pathetic bastard.”Trevor’s fists trembled. His f