Novels by Jessica Sage

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

Lorenzo came out of the exam hall. He had just written two exam papers today, and it was time to rest. The past few days, Lorenzo had gone on with his normal schedule: school, a few paperwork to sign, and his normal way of life. Thanks to Bianca, he had more free time to himself. He got to his car and opened the door before picking up his phone. Olivia hadn’t called him or replied to his text messages. These past few days, he had tried to call her, texted her, and check on her after the incident, but Olivia had refused to answer any of those calls. He was getting worried at this point. Could she have been abducted? Or could Mr. Kane’s men have come to attack her? A lot was going on in his mind. Even though he was extremely tired for the day, he decided to check on her. He got into his car and drove straight to her hostel. If she wasn’t going to pick up his calls, then she would at least come down to see him. Lorenzo drove to her dormitory and upon arriving, he texted Olivia to

Lorenzo moved briskly toward where he had parked while he held Oliva in his arms, his jaw tight and his mind still boiling from what had just happened. Before he could leave the floor, the police had already arrived, moving into the room. Dealing with them this way somehow didn’t satisfy Lorenzo; his heart craved more brutal ways. But he knew better than to hand them over to the authorities, as it would get Olivia the justice she deserved. Right now, he had to focus on the pressing issue. Getting Oliva somewhere safe mattered more than anything else at that moment. He reached his car, opened the door, and carefully settled Oliva into the front seat before sliding in behind the wheel. Without wasting time, he pulled out and drove off at a fast pace. Every so often, Lorenzo’s eyes flicked toward her. She was curled slightly in the seat, still recovering from the shock of everything that had happened. The thought of what Mr. Kane and the rest had planned for her made his grip tighten

Mr. Kane felt a rush of anger surge through him because of the interruption. He stood up on his feet with his eyes blazing in anger. “What the fuck are you doing now?” Mr. Kane growled in anger. He was so pissed that a man could come in to disturb him while the fun was just getting started. Meanwhile, as soon as Lorenzo got to the building, he went straight to the security and demanded that they get the extra key to the room since Olivia had said that they had locked the door from outside. The security had hesitated at first, but after Lorenzo immediately demanded the manager, the manager came running to him, and upon seeing his regal and authoritative aura, he scolded the security and quickly did as he was told without even having any idea that he was the Byers heir who sponsors their company every month. Lorenzo collected the keys and rushed to the VIP room immediately. When he got in front of the room, he could hear Mr. Kane from the other side of the room and everyone ganging

A message popped up on Lorenzo’s phone. “Mr. Lorenzo, please save me!!” Lorenzo immediately lifted his phone and realized it was from Olivia. His brows furrowed instantly. “Save you? Why? What happened?” he texted back quickly. A few seconds later, another message came in. “I can’t explain everything right now, but I am at the Blue Moon Club. Please… they won’t let me leave.” Lorenzo’s expression darkened immediately. Blue Moon Club? He had heard of that place before. One of the most expensive private clubs in the city. The kind of place where wealthy young masters wasted money recklessly and powerful people settled dirty business behind closed doors. “What happened?” Lorenzo typed again. This time, Olivia replied almost immediately. “My boss brought me here for a business meeting, but something feels wrong. They’re trying to force me to stay with some drunk client. I’m scared.” The moment Lorenzo finished reading the message, his eyes turned cold. Acro

Lorenzo walked a few minutes to where his friends were standing and with a big smile on his face, he gave them a big brother hug. “What’s up, bro?” “Oh! My God. See how fat you look now, Enzo. I am sure your new job must be treating you well,” Malike said as he returned Lorenzo’s hug. Lorenzo had told them when he was leaving the dormitory that he had gotten a new job because he wasn’t ready to disclose his Byers identity just yet and Malik and Jayson had believed it without thinking twice. On the day of the event, they didn’t attend because Malik’s uncle had just passed away, thus making Jayson accompany him over to his family house, and due to the business, they didn’t have the time to check the school hot gist about Lorenzo. “I heard about what happened, I am so so sorry for your loss, Malik,” Lorenzo sympathized. Malik shrugged as he patted Lorenzo on the shoulder. “Mehn! Thank you so much,” he said. “So tell us Enzo, which kind of work did you bag that is making you this f

Lorenzo got inside his room, removed his clothes, and poured himself a glass of wine as he played low, peaceful music to celebrate what had just happened at the event. After drinking to celebrate, he finally lay down on his bed and slept off. The next morning, Lorenzo woke up late, around ten a.m. He had a little headache from yesterday's drinking. He took a pill that could help and instantly went to shower, ready to prepare for his day. He immediately called the hotel's service and ordered food to be brought to his room. In less than five minutes, the food was already ready, and the doorbell to his room rang instantly. Because Lorenzo had just left the shower, he had only shorts on, and his hair was still wet. As soon as he opened the door, the room service attendant froze instantly. She had been working at her job for about ten years, but never had she seen someone as eye-catching and handsome as the guy standing before her. Lorenzo cleared his throat, clearly taken

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