Novels by Prime Rose

SOPHIE“It's nothing you need to concern yourself with, Hayes." I said, my voice lower than I intended as a wave of dizziness|as swept through my eyes.“Uhh, you…just…you need a lot of rest. Come on. I'll take you home." Before I could refute, his hands were on my waist, lifting me off the bed.I clenched my teeth together, no strength left in me to fight him.I needed to start getting things in order.I couldn't just argue with him at all times.I needed that divorce.~“Good morning, Miss. Do you have an appointment?" My heels clinked through the tiled floors as I flashed a practiced perfect smile to the secretary right in front of Hayes office door."Yes. Your boss is expecting me.” She nodded, raising a finger in a gesture that told me to hold on so she could confirm.Confirm that it was okay to meet my husband.What exactly had I been doing all these years that could even make me agree to being a secret and understanding wife?Everyone knew Hayes Laurent was married but no one in

SOPHIEWhen I opened my eyes again, the wrong Laurent brother was seated right beside my bed. I blinked repeatedly, a constant ringing in my head totally refusing to go away disoriented me further. I took in my surroundings in one go. White walls, a beeping machine, some needles connected to the vein of my hand. The hospital.I had survived. I didn't die, at least not yet.“Dominic?" I tilted my head a bit to get a clearer view as he stared at me, his bloodstained sleeves rolled up."You're awake.” He simply stated, taking his seat.How…how is he here? And where is Ces—Hold on. I called him. It wasn't Cesca. I called Dominic Laurent, Hayes' elder brother and the one everyone feared not to disturb.First off, how did I even have his phone number?“What…happened to me?” I carefully asked, turning to the nurse who was attaching a drip fluid."You were poisoned.” I turned to him immediately. He looked bored, pokerfaced, almost tired of the fact that he was here, dealing with this.

DOMINICThe universe itself had paused just to mock me, hell, even the entire emergency ward felt frozen.Nobody moved.Not the nurses. Not the doctors.Blood stained the corners of her lips while strands of her dark hair clung weakly to her skin.Seven years.Seven fucking years.And this was how I got her back? Dead on an emergency room bed while her husband was God knows where.My hands curled slowly into fists.The doctor exhaled quietly beside me before reaching for the sheet.“No. Don't you dare.” His hand paused immediately and he turned to me, patting my shoulders just once.“Dr Dominic…”“I said don’t touch her.”Nobody dared move.Good, because if anyone covered her face right now, I genuinely didn't know what I would do.Then suddenly, I heard footsteps coming closer and suddenly the door opened.My eyes snapped toward the entrance just as Hayes appeared with Olivia trailing behind him.“Dom, I….I'm so sorry. I just saw your missed calls. Olivia had an attack and I was ac

DOMINICI always wondered what Sophie Laurent’s first words to me would be when she finally spoke to me personally after seven years.But contrary to what I imagined, they weren’t recognition.They were—“I can’t breathe.”A harsh cough tore through the speaker just as I pushed open the doors to Hayes’ estate.“Sophie.” My voice came out low and sharp as I glanced around. “Where are you?”“The…the stairs…” Another cough. Weak. Broken. “Blood…”My eyes snapped upward immediately and there she was, curled on the floor just beside the raikings like she no longer had the strength to move.From here, I could see the trails of blood as it seemed she had been struggling to go up.Before letting myself think, my feet ascended the stairs, barely hearing the sound of my own footsteps over the pounding in my head.By the time I reached her, blood had already smeared across her trembling fingers and the front of her clothes.Her face was pale, almost white like she had been drained of blood.“So

SOPHIEThere are some days your body warns you before your life falls apart.Today was one of them.The air felt too heavy. Too still. Like the house was holding its breath…waiting.I sat in the living room, a glass of wine resting untouched in my hand, my thoughts drifting somewhere far from here. Somewhere quieter. Somewhere that didn’t hurt this much.Hayes hadn’t returned since the mall and for the first time in a long while… I wished he wouldn’t.It would have been better if I was able to cry but that felt like an impossible feat. The only thought that lingered was the fact that I was about to die. The doctor had told me earlier that I had 3 months. Just 3 months. And in these three months, I was already facing the worst of the worst scenarios?I scoffed while taking another sip of the wine.The sound of the door opening cut through the silence and I blinked.I didn’t turn. I didn’t need to.It was as though I already knew I wouldn’t like what walked in. And that was my husband.

SOPHIEThis man? I don't want him anymore. He was tainted.And I was going to make this divorce happen.After a little while, my vision became clearer and while pain shot throughout my body, I stood up anyway.I walked to my room after gathering the documents, my purse, and my phone, also grabbing the first aid kit to treat my wound.I was just wiping off the blood when my phone suddenly started ringing. Staring at the caller ID, I realized it was Francesca, my best friend.“Hey, love.” I said immediately the line went through.“Oh my pretty princess. How are you doing? How was the doctor's appointment?” Her voice sounded… flowery, like always, and I couldn't help but smile at that.“All good.”It wasn't good. Not at all.My life was hanging on a thread and it could snap off at any moment but… she didn't need to know that. At least not over the phone.“Apparently, I need to get treatment. Specialized. The kind the best doctors here couldn't even handle.” I dropped the information like

CHAPTER 13SLOANEWhen I got back to my mother’s room, I pushed the door open quietly and stepped inside, immediately fixing my expression into a calmer one when I noticed my mother awake.Her pale face turned slightly toward me and even though she looked weak against the hospital pillows, her eyes still carried the same sharpness I remembered growing up with.“You took long enough.” Her voice came out dry.Relief flooded through me so quickly that I nearly burst into tears.“You’re awake.” I whispered, rushing toward her bedside.“Yeah.” She muttered weakly before her gaze shifted past me toward the door. “Who was that man outside?”I slowly adjusted the tray of food in my hands and sat beside her carefully. “Which man?”“The tall one glaring like the hospital owed him money.” She replied flatly. “Was that your husband?”I let out a short breath and looked down at the soup I was stirring. “Unfortunately.”My mother was silent for a moment before speaking again. “He looks arrogant.”I

SLOANEThe hospital cafeteria was one floor down, and I had barely registered the distance between my mother’s ward and the elevator before exhaustion started to creep into my bones. Everything had been a blur since we arrived, machines, doctors, insurance forms, Rhys Storm’s unsettling presence hovering around every corner like he belonged both in my past and in places he had no right to be.But hunger didn’t care about emotional chaos. My mother needed food, and I needed to keep moving before my mind caught up with everything threatening to break me apart.I stepped out of the stairwell door, adjusting my hospital pass at my wrist when I saw Killian and Nika. They stood near the corridor leading to the oncology wing, too composed, too intentional to be just passing through. Killian’s posture was straight, his expression unreadable at first glance, but I knew him too well not to notice the tension in his jaw. Nika stood slightly behind him, her hand resting lightly on her stomach

SLOANEThe hospital cafeteria was one floor down, and I had barely registered the distance between my mother’s ward and the elevator before exhaustion started to creep into my bones. Everything had been a blur since we arrived, machines, doctors, insurance forms, Rhys Storm’s unsettling presence hovering around every corner like he belonged both in my past and in places he had no right to be.But hunger didn’t care about emotional chaos. My mother needed food, and I needed to keep moving before my mind caught up with everything threatening to break me apart.I stepped out of the stairwell door, adjusting my hospital pass at my wrist when I saw Killian and Nika. They stood near the corridor leading to the oncology wing, too composed, too intentional to be just passing through. Killian’s posture was straight, his expression unreadable at first glance, but I knew him too well not to notice the tension in his jaw. Nika stood slightly behind him, her hand resting lightly on her stomach

KILLIANThe meeting had dragged on for nearly three hours, and by the time the fifth board member began repeating a point that had already been discussed twice, irritation sat heavily beneath my skin.Usually, I would have tolerated it, usually I had patience for businessBut lately, it’s been a different thing altogether. Ever since the scandal surrounding my marriage exploded publicly, everything had become unbearable. Investors were whispering, shareholders were asking questions indirectly, and media outlets kept dancing around headlines they were too careful to publish outright.Killian Ardenian’s wife involved in infidelity scandal.The mere thought darkened my mood instantly.I leaned back in my chair silently while one of the executives continued presenting quarterly projections across the screen. Nobody in the room dared acknowledge the tension hanging over me, but I noticed the cautious glances anyway.They all knew and what irritated me most wasn’t even the cheating itself.

SLOANEThe moment we arrived at Norcane International Medical Center, everything became chaos.Nurses moved briskly around my mother’s wheelchair while attendants pushed open double doors leading deeper into the private oncology wing. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled my lungs as I walked beside her bed with trembling fingers wrapped tightly around the rail.“Mum?” I called softly, brushing her cold hand. “We’re here now.”Her eyes fluttered weakly, exhaustion etched into every fragile inch of her face, and guilt clawed viciously through my chest all over again.The flight had drained her badly.I walked ahead speaking with one of the administrative staff while my father remained beside me in complete silence. His expression looked carved from stone as always, but I noticed the faint tightness in his jaw every time my mother coughed.The nurses finally wheeled her into a private ward and immediately began hooking her up to machines while another doctor reviewed the medical files Vel

CHAPTER 9SLOANE“Did you really divorce your husband, Sloane?”I stared at Dominic silently after the question left his mouth, my fingers tightening unconsciously around my mother’s frail hand.There it was, the curiosity, the judgment and the need to know exactly how badly my life had fallen apart.A humorless smile tugged at my lips as I slowly looked away from him.“You’ve gotten quite bold over the years,” I muttered quietly. “Asking about my private life like you actually have the right.”His brows furrowed slightly. “That’s not what I meant.”“Then what exactly did you mean?” I snapped, exhaustion creeping sharply into my voice. “Because unless I suddenly missed the part where we became close, I don’t remember owing you explanations.”Dominic remained silent for a few seconds before sighing quietly. “I wasn’t trying to upset you.”“Well, congratulations,” I answered bitterly. “You failed.”The room fell quiet again and I could feel him staring at me, probably trying to figure ou