Novels by Alheri .B. Gadzama

Were the police themselves leaking out the so called confidential evidence against her to the media?Helen's shrill voice clogged her mind: "Don’t you see the proof of her promiscuous nature yourself? It’s everywhere!"Followed immediately by Adrian's quiet warning: Now, it all made sense.Tears slipped from her eyes before she even realized she was crying. Her legs gave out. She staggered backward, collapsing onto the mattress. Her shaking fingers scrolled through the endless rows of text. The messages... the public comments... they were a bloodbath.*@Pink_Vine: I thought high-society people had some class, but this slut literally went rounds with the old man and then ended his life? Disgusting.*@Fame_Spray: The guy brought it on himself. This is what happens when you chase gold-digging bitches who end up murdering you in cold blood. But wait, isn't she the daughter of that elite family behind Infinite Sky Tech and Baseline Forum Enterprises? This is insane.@Killjoy_94: Ah.Damn, t

"Sis," Natasha called out, her voice dripping with artificial sympathy. "Did you... did you break out of prison?"What?!Lydia’s blood ran cold. Was Natasha serious? Irritation flared hot beneath her skin. She stared at Natasha, catching the split-second slip in her sister's expression—the fake shock dissolving into a carefully rehearsed mask of worry.I see you, Lydia thought. I see what you're doing.She shifted her gaze, her eyes landing on Amira. Her mother’s face was a anchored wall of disappointment. It cut deep; her own mother had branded her a criminal in the blink of an eye.Before Lydia could defend herself, the tension was struck. "Well, Adrian, the Sinclairs are here to negotiate the marriage alliance between you and Natasha. It is destiny. The uniting of the sole heirs to two of the greatest empires in this nation. It’s the single best thing that could ever happen to both our houses."It was a miracle that the patriarch of the family remained completely unbothered by the

She watched the man with a look of curiosity. He was still wearing his neutral expression and looking at her indifferently. He sure didn't look like he was joking." Here," he rolled a custom-made golden fountain pen towards her. "Go ahead," he gestured with his head, passing a careless hand through his hair.Lydia narrowed her eyes suspiciously and lowered her voice to a low whisper. "Were you .....were you the one who did all this just so I would sign this contract of yours?"He chuckled heartily.What was so amusing?She shot him an even more suspicious look.Why would he want her to sign a marriage contract just so he would help her?" What do you think, Miss Lydia Sinclair?" She blinked. Her look was almost like she was trying to search for answers from his mind through his eyes."Do you really think you're worth the trouble? I mean, apart from your family's status and well.....your pretty face, what else do you think you could offer to push me to such an extent?" The mockery mad

"I'm sorry, Miss Sinclair. It is the weekend,which means all bail activities are completely on hold," the attorney said regretfully.She had waited throughout the morning to hear from him, and his news was just this bad."To be honest, Lydia, even if the legal processes are ongoing..." a second voice wavered in despair as he continued, "we can barely do a thing. This case is... it's really complicated. You are tied down. Extremely."Zane arrived a few minutes after one of the family lawyer did. He was one of her closest acquaintances. Having graduated from college together, their friendship never wavered. And he was known as much more competent and efficient than most. Hearing such words from him rendered her hopeless.But who would want her tied down this way?She barely had any enemies of her own, except someone trying to target her family. But why her?With her position in the house, she should be the last. "But why..." She let out a heavy sigh dejectedly."Who would do this to me?

The cold floor of the detention cell bit into Lydia's bare skin.She didn't expect that her engagement night would end in a police precinct while being accused of murder.But reality was far crueler than any joke. The first rays of dawn slipped through the narrow barred window, offering little comfort. Outside the cell, three detectives were already waiting. "Morning, Miss Sinclair," one of them greeted with mock politeness. Lydia's stomach twisted. The moment the cell door opened, the two officers on either side of her took hold of her arms and escorted her toward the interrogation room. * * * "I already told you everything!" she snapped, jerking her arm free. Her voice cracked from exhaustion. "I didn't kill anyone. I have nothing else to say." The detectives remained unmoved. "You can speak to my lawyer," she continued. "I'm done answering questions." The officers exchanged a glance. She understood neither of them believed her. And honestly? Looking at the ev

After studying him closely , her feelings began to subside. She was no dummy; she didn't need a map to know better as to play along with his 'out of no where'crazy charade. It was a probably a dangerous gamble, but the potential was insane ! "What's going on here?" her mother demanded, stepping much closer towards the two of them, her hands frantically fluttering by them. The people behind her mother were leaning in, their collective breath held tight looking like they were waiting for a response. "Yeah, what's going on, Adrian?" another sharp voice cut in from the side. Someone else from the Harold family stepped forward into the tight circle also. Looking at her pinched, judgmental expression, Lydia instantly recognized her—it was his pesky aunt. Adrian didn't spare his aunt a glance. He leaned in closer to Lydia Seemingly looking like he was checking to see if she had the spine to confirm it. When her dazed state cleared , "Yeah, yes, definitely ....my boyfriend. Yes,"