Novels by Shorunmu Tobiloba mary

Third Point Of ViewSophia’s pulse hammered so loud she could hear it in her ears. The gun at her back felt heavier than steel, pressing between her shoulder blades with deliberate malice.Malachi’s stance shifted almost imperceptibly, but she recognized the tell—his weight leaning slightly to his right leg, the subtle angle of his shoulders. He was calculating distance, timing, kill shots.“Drop it,” the masked man said casually, motioning to Malachi’s sidearm. “Slowly.”Malachi didn’t move. His eyes stayed fixed on the man’s visor, like he was trying to see through the reflective surface. “You’ve got the numbers,” he said. “You don’t need the theatrics.”The masked man’s voice carried that same unnerving calm. “Oh, I do. Because I know you—every twitch, every fake feint, every habit you haven’t broken since Black Dagger. And if I let you hold a gun a second longer than I need to…” He tilted his head. “…you’ll kill me before I finish this sentence.”Sophia saw Malachi’s jaw tighten,

The man’s voice was distorted by the visor, deep and mechanical, but the intent behind his words was sharp enough to slice through Sophia’s bones and send Chills through her. Her first instinct was to run. Her second was to scream.Neither would save her.The figure tilted his head, studying her like an object in a lab jar. “I’m actually seeing you in the flesh. It’s an honor,” he murmured, almost to himself, before taking a slow step forward.Sophia’s grip tightened on the respirator mask. “I don’t know who you are,” she said, her voice shaking despite her effort to sound firm. “But you’re making a mistake.”He chuckled—a cold, humorless sound. “It’s no mistake, I assure you. You’re worth more than the Cold Cell, more than Cipher… more than you even realize.”Sophia’s mind spun, confused. What did he mean? Worth more than Malachi in what way exactly? Before she could ask, movement flickered behind him.A blur of black and steel.Malachi.He moved like he was a part of the shadow

.The early morning dew clung to the windows of the safehouse, blurring the skyline of Apex City like a dream fading into daylight. Sophia stood by the narrow window in her borrowed grey sweater, fingers wrapped tightly around a mug of steaming coffee. She wasn’t sure when she’d last slept. Her eyes felt heavy, but her mind was razor sharp.Behind her, the soft sound of boots on steel floors echoed faintly.“I thought you’d be in the war room,” Malachi said from the doorway.“I needed air,” she murmured, without turning. “But we’re underground. So, I settled for mist and silence.”Malachi stepped into the room, his presence solid, grounded. “You’re scared.”His voice was soft and filled with warmth. She turned to face him. “I’m not scared,” she said quietly. “I’m furious… I know I can’t afford to be scared now.”He studied her quietly, then gave a single nod. “Good.”Sophia walked toward him, the light catching the slight tremble in her hands. “This Gina woman… I trusted her. She ga

Sophia sat on the edge of the bed, fingers trembling against her lap. She hadn’t moved for what felt like hours, her eyes still fixated on the closed door.Logan—no, Malachi—was out there somewhere, carrying the weight of a name that sounded more like a code than a person. Cipher. The man she had insulted, degraded, underestimated... now bore the reputation of a war legend feared in the highest circles of global power.And she had married him.No. She had bought him.The shame clung to her like oil, refusing to wash off, no matter how many times she mentally apologized.The silence in the room was deafening until it was broken by the soft beep of a touchscreen panel near the bed. A message blinked on the screen:> “Report to Command Hall – Level 3. Urgent.”Her stomach twisted. She stood, straightened her blouse, and slipped on the flats someone had laid neatly beside the door. There were no guards posted in the hallway, just silent, blinking lights embedded in smooth walls. Everythin

“Who are you?” Sophia asked, her voice shaky.“Move,” the man said again, stepping closer. His helmet reflected the flickering hallway lights. “We don’t have much… soon, their backup will come running in.”A groan behind her made Sophia turn around. One of the men in black suits was beginning to come to.Sophia didn’t wait for anymore urging, grabbing her phone off the nightstand and followed the armored figure into the hallway.The elevator was out. The man pointed at the stairs. “Down. Fast.”Sophia grimaced at his rude tone but she did as she was told. They moved in silence, her bare feet slapping against the cold marble steps. She was struggling to keep up with her rescuer and he wasn’t winded unlike her, even as they hit the tenth floor, then the sixth.“Who sent you?” she managed to ask between pants.A pause. “Someone who hasn’t stopped watching your back.”That made her falter. She slowed, just a fraction, but he noticed.“You’re going to have to trust me, Sophia.”And it

The glass wall of the Volkov Tower glimmered as the first rays of sunlight spilled against the polished floors. Silence draped the entire thirty-seventh floors like a velvet curtain, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the antique clock mounted behind the massive obsidian desk. Malachi Volkov— he had decided to use his real name now that he knew it—stood facing the skyline, his hands tucked behind his back, posture stiff, contemplative.He hadn’t slept.Sleep had become a luxury now, one he couldn’t afford now. Not when the world believed he had perished three years ago, and his enemies still breathed.A knock echoed softly.“Enter,” he said, his voice flat, low, but powerful.The door creaked open and Mr. Eric stepped in, holding a tablet, his expression tense. “Sir… news from Apex.”Malachi turned, face unreadable.Eric hesitated, then handed over the device. “The Riven Holdings Board has filed for emergency bankruptcy protection. Ethan has vanished—word is, he fled the country l