Novels by Jessica Sage

Lorenzo heard someone's phone vibrate, and he turned to look at the other board members. He smiled when he saw them sitting there silently with their backs straight. "Now that we've taken care of everything, you can leave if you want to."He grabbed the contract, then strode out of the conference room. Now, he owned 94.5% of FT TV's shares, meaning his opinion was the only one that mattered here. That wasn't his style, however.When he stepped out of the conference room and saw the numerous gazes trained on him, he knew what was up. They'd all heard about what had happened in the room.This was one of the main reasons he'd insisted on getting the dark-suited board member's shares—before the meeting, he'd already sensed the eyes and ears on them.It was a shock. To him, this wasn't something a normal company would allow, but a TV station had allowed word to get out. And that was why everyone already knew what had happened.Lorenzo believed that the other TV stations would already be an

All he knew was that he'd suddenly lost his balance while watching things play out, and he'd stumbled in Lorenzo's direction. In that instant, he thought, "I'm dead meat." He watched as the distance between him and Lorenzo shortened, but he didn't think it was something worth being happy over. Then, something flashed before him, and there was now nothing between him and the floor. He relaxed and let himself fall to the floor with a loud crash. The dark-suited board member's eyes twitched at the loud thud, and he looked up at Lorenzo. "Mr. Byers, Kellan may not be the smartest, but he's strong. He's been by my side since he was a child; he may have just been there to practice martial arts with me, but he's put plenty of effort into his training. He's not the best, but he'll probably be of a little more use than a normal employee." His gaze was now calm and settled. "Everything that's happened today just shows how much of a loser I am, which means I'm no longer in the running to bec

Lorenzo raised an eyebrow, not expecting to run into someone with such a mindset in a place like this. After hesitating for a few seconds, he repeated the young man's last sentence. The young man immediately smiled when he heard this and looked up at the dark-suited board member. Then, his mind processed what had happened, and his expression turned into shock, doubt, anger, and disbelief. He turned to look at Lorenzo. At the same time, he stumbled backward, pressed one hand to his chest, and pointed the other at Lorenzo. "You... why do I feel like you're trying to frame me? There's no bad blood between us, is there? Why are you doing this to me?" Lorenzo chuckled. He was about to say something in response when the young man shouted, "No, don't answer me! Just swipe your card and repay my master whatever you owe him." Then, he ran over to the dark-suited board member and tugged his sleeve. He said seriously, "Sir, I didn't d

He put it on the table, then tapped it lightly.Ice-cold fury washed over the dark-suited board member, and he seemed to lose control over his facial features. He glared daggers at Lorenzo, and his chest heaved. He stalked toward Lorenzo, growling, "You've got guts, and you're among the few who've dared doubt me. Now, I'll gladly show you the price you have to pay for your attitude!"Though he hadn't seen his attacker, he was sure Lorenzo was the only person who could be behind it. Lorenzo was the only person with that sort of ability, and his scorn was obvious. He saw Lorenzo tapping on something on the table, but he didn't see what it was.His rage had reached its peak and burned any sense of rationality left in him. In the next second, he felt a familiar gust of wind coming at him. This time, it was stronger than before and sent him flying, making him crash against the wall.Lorenzo stood up, no longer wanting to waste time with the dark-suited

The Graves man didn't make a sound, and neither did the dark-suited board member, who was still lying on the floor. Lorenzo had long since stopped stepping on him, but he remained there unmoving. Lorenzo didn't understand his reason for doing this, but he paid the board member no heed. He just sat down and said lazily, "Well, I'm glad none of you have any objection to transferring the ownership of the shares. It looks like we'll be working together from now on." The other board members trained their gazes on the table before them, not wanting to spare Lorenzo a glance. To them, it was a terrible disgrace. At the same time, neither of them said anything in response to Lorenzo's words. At this moment, the dark-suited board member was the only one to make a move. He quickly sat up and shouted, "I object! I'm against Ansel Brezinski transferring the ownership of his shares to you and allowing you to join the board of directors!" He looked at Lorenzo with a determined gaze, held his hea

"But make sure you remember my surname—Graves!"Lorenzo raised an eyebrow at his words.Then, he bowed his head and lowered his eyes to the ground. It didn't conceal his laughter, though. The board member in his fifties glared daggers at him—he was a shareholder of the Graves Group, and it was his main source of income.Now, however, Lorenzo had ruined everything. No one would allow such a person to continue appearing before themselves.The board member in his fifties looked at Lorenzo with unbridled hatred, but Lorenzo merely shrugged and smiled. Instead of making him look more approachable, it only made him seem inexplicably colder and crueler, and none dared look at him aside from the dark-suited board member who was still on the ground and the board member in his fifties.The dark-suited board member was still under Lorenzo's foot, so he had no choice but to look at Lorenzo. Seeing him up close made the man's heart tremble, but at the same time, he was relieved that Lorenzo wasn'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