Novels by Jessica Sage

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

Lorenzo let out a sigh, ignoring the clattering of the crowd around him.Upon walking out of sight, he checked his wristwatch and noticed that he had a few minutes before his sports time began.He then turned and walked quickly toward the sports complex.Lorenzo was finally able to make it to sports after a few minutes of walking fast.He quickly changed into his sports outfit, ready to dive in, when a few boys who trained there began to walk in, some with balls in their hands, some just talking loudly.The moment they saw Lorenzo, they began to whisper among themselves. Lorenzo didn’t know in particular what they were saying about him, but he let out a sigh; news, of course, travels fast, and he knew it would be nothing other than the incident that had just happened with Monica.As they got closer, Lorenzo slowly began to hear their whispers.“That’s him.”“I heard about him and Monica too.""Poor and arrogant, he barely even apologized.""I heard he is involved in some shoddy things

Lorenzo stood up and exited the lecture hall. He glanced at his watch and realized it was after 11 a.m.His stomach growled loudly, and he couldn’t think of anything other than food.He walked to the nearest cafeteria beside his lecture hall and ordered a plate of rice with grilled chicken and a fresh juice.In less than a minute, his food arrived. He took his seat by the window and began to eat. This was the first time he was trying the food at the cafeteria, and it tasted even better than he had expected.Just as he was about to finish eating, his phone beeped. He glanced at the screen and realized it was a notification from his school blog about the annual inter-university event.It was scheduled to happen in a week, with the venue set at the grand convention center downtown. The post included a list of preliminary participants, rules, and the expected dress code. Lorenzo’s eyes scanned the details carefully, putting everything in mind.He slid his phone back into his pocket as soo

The next morning, Lorenzo woke up early to prepare for his morning class.He looked around to find out that his roommates were still all asleep. They were always free every Thursday.He quickly took his bath and changed to one of the clothes and shoes he had bought the previous day.He was too tired to get a fresh haircut the previous day, so he added a black face cap to fit his outfit. He now looked so completely different from his past self.He quickly carried his new bag and headed for class. Rather than trekking to the venue of his class, Lorenzo booked an Uber to take him there.While he was inside the car, he saw several expensive cars pass by the Uber, which included Ferraris, Mercedes, and Audis.Lorenzo didn’t pay much attention to them because none of the cars superseded the ones he had at his mansion.However, Lorenzo couldn't help but wonder if he should have two to three of them, which he had pointed at, brought to him to keep a low-key life or have Marcus bring those car

'Transaction Successful'Lorenzo's lips instantly curled up into a smile upon seeing the status change to 'Transaction Successful.'He swollenly turned to the flashy and arrogant woman with a smirk. "Transaction successful."The woman, whose eyes had now widened in shock and her jaw dropping in surprise, couldn't help but look at the cashier. "This is a lie. It is not possible. Run it again. How can a man like him be able to afford that kind of money?"The cashier froze for a second, staring at the screen as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing either.Her throat bobbed as she swallowed.“Ma’am… the payment went through,” she said slowly, her voice trembling slightly. “Fifty thousand dollars. Paid in full.”A stunned silence fell over the entire store.The crowd that had been whispering moments ago suddenly went completely quiet. Several people leaned forward, trying to catch a glimpse of the card still sitting on the counter.Lorenzo walked slowly to the other woman who

The tall woman’s perfectly shaped brows furrowed as she sized Lorenzo up from head to toe. Her gaze lingered on his faded T-shirt and worn sneakers, and the corner of her lips curled in disdain. She let out a sharp laugh. “And who exactly are you supposed to be?” she sneered. “Another charity case?” Lorenzo’s expression remained calm, almost indifferent. But his eyes were steady—cold and unwavering. “I believe she already apologized,” he said evenly. “There’s no need to humiliate her.” The woman scoffed loudly, flipping her long, glossy hair over her shoulder. “Humiliate her? Do you even know how much these heels cost?” She lifted the pair dramatically. “These are custom-made. Imported. You wouldn’t even understand the brand if I told you.” A murmur rippled through the growing crowd. Some recognized her; she is a frequent customer of Louis Vuitton, and she was clearly wealthy—dressed in designer clothes from head to toe, dripping in jewelry that screamed status. Others whispered

As soon as Lorenzo left the restaurant, he hailed a cab and went directly to his dormitory.On getting there, he realized that there was no one in his dormitory, not even his friend; they were yet to arrive.He had left the restaurant with hope that he would be able to share the executive meal with them. However, since no one was home and his stomach was grumbling from hunger,he sat down, set the meal on the table, and began to eat—the first time he had ever tried such a meal.It tasted so good to Lorenzo that he had no idea when he finished everything.As soon as he was done, he lay for a minute before realizing that he did not have many clothes other than the one T-shirt his grandfather’s butler had given him when he was at the mansion.He peeped at the worn-out sneakers that were on his feet and realized he needed a wardrobe change: new clothes, new shoes, new sneakers, and underwear.Lorenzo stood up and hailed a taxi to go get himself some clothes.Upon arriving in front of Loui

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

"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