Novels by Shen Shu

The executive floor of the Lee Group was notorious for its brutal climate control. Designed to keep data servers pristine and three-piece-suited executives from breaking a sweat, the air conditioning hummed at a relentless, icy frequency.Jacyn sat at her desk, her fingers flying across her keyboard as she finalized the psychological profile for Director Song. She was completely in her element, her eyes sharp and focused. But unconsciously, she rubbed her bare arms against the chill, letting out a tiny, barely audible sigh as her stomach gave a quiet rumble.I should have grabbed that strawberry matcha pastry from the bakery downstairs, she thought idly, eyes never leaving the screen.Jawn Ng, sitting three feet away behind his privacy screen, didn't look up. But his ears, trained to detect the slightest variance in the executive floor's audio landscape, captured the sigh. He clicked a button on his internal communicator, his face a mask of solemn duty.Three minutes later, the froste

The morning sun over City B was sharp, cutting through the tinted floor-to-ceiling glass of the Lee Group executive floor with a deceptive, cold brilliance. To anyone looking from the outside, it was just another Tuesday. The stock tickers hummed, the scent of fresh espresso drifted from the breakroom, and the junior secretaries moved with their usual, terrified precision.But for Liam, the world had fundamentally shifted the night before.He sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his posture rigid, staring at the financial monitors. Across the screens, the Lou Group’s proprietary indicators were bleeding a subtle, creeping shade of red. The emergency injunctions he had ordered Uncle Chen to execute through their legal proxies had struck at midnight. By 4:00 AM, three of Wang Lou’s largest offshore dummy corporations had been flagged for predatory compliance audits. By 7:00 AM, his personal credit lines had been quietly suspended pending a "system security review."Wang Lou’s financial

Slowly, Jacyn pulled back just enough to look up into his face, her thumb lightly brushing the back of his hand. "You hold me like you're trying to shield me from a storm, Liam, but the storm is inside you. What did that message say?"Liam looked down into her clear, trusting eyes. She had sharpened her claws over the last three months, memorized corporate law, and prepared herself to face her uncle Wang Lou in the boardroom. She thought she was fighting a greedy relative for a corporate throne. She didn't know she was walking into a room with a murderer who had partnered with the very syndicate they were trying to uncover.He couldn't tell her. Not yet. If she discovered the horrific truth right now, the raw trauma would break her focus right before the final battle. He needed her to stand proud and unshakeable at that board meeting."It's just a final update from our legal proxies regarding the Lou Group's upcoming annual election," Liam lied smoothly, his voice effortlessly masking

Three days after Xueqin Yan’s quiet departure from the country, the Lee Group headquarters was slowly returning to its usual, clockwork rhythm. The glass-and-steel monolith always ran on a strict diet of high-stakes negotiations, frantic typing, and the intimidating hum of corporate authority.Jacyn was back at her desk, stubbornly refusing to take any more sick leave and was currently finding her own way to cope with the lingering stress of her recovered memories. Perched right beside her mechanical keyboard was a small porcelain bowl of purple grapes. Every few minutes, she would toss one high into the air, tilt her head back, and attempt to catch it in her mouth.Thud. Another missed grape rolled across her desk.Jawn pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a heavy, long-suffering sigh. "Miss Lou," he whispered sharply, keeping his voice low so the other secretaries wouldn't overhear. "You are currently sitting in the nerve center of a multibillion-dollar empire. Eat them norma

The aftermath of the gala was quiet, heavy, and drenched in a dull, lingering pain that seemed to seep directly out of the villa's walls.Liam had carried Jacyn out of the hotel through a private exit, ignoring the flashing cameras of the press. He hadn't spoken a single word during the entire drive back to Lee Villa. His focus had been entirely on her—on the way her small hands wouldn't stop shaking, and how she clung to his jacket as if the fabric were the only thing keeping her anchored to the earth.Once they were upstairs, he didn't leave her side for a single second. He didn't change out of his clothes. He simply discarded his heavy tuxedo jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, and sat in the armchair beside her bed. For hours, through the dead of night and into the gray dawn, he watched her fitful sleep. Every time she whimpered or flinched from the fading echoes of those phantom gunshots, his grip on her hand would tighten, silently reminding her subconscious that h

The atmosphere inside the mahogany‑lined walls of Liam’s private study was suffocating. While Jacyn slept soundly upstairs, exhausted from the emotional whiplash of her fragmented memories, Liam stood by the floor‑to‑ceiling window, a burner phone pressed to his ear.For a moment, he didn’t speak. His gaze lingered on the faint glow of her bedroom window above, the fragile peace he had fought to protect. Only when the line clicked alive did his voice drop into its cold, commanding register.“Speak.”On the other end, his head investigator, Uncle Chen, spoke in low, hurried tones. “Young Master, we managed to track down the retired forensic accountant who handled the Lou family’s estate liquidation after the accident eleven years ago. He confirmed what you suspected. The white van that chased her parents car was funded through a shell company registered in the offshore accounts of the Lou Group’s rival at the time—the old Han Syndicate.”A cold, lethal fury bloomed in Liam’s chest. His

Manu couldn't believe he'd found his mate that same night. It was Kiera. But it bothered him that besides the strawberry scent he undoubtedly liked the first time he caught a whiff of it, that was just that. He did feel the mate bond as Cole was obviously over the moon they found their mate. Kiera's wolf, Fia and Cole, connected well. But Manu didn't feel as much connection with Kiera. Wasn't it supposed to be the same way since he and Cole were typically one? "Can you believe it?" Kiera was still ecstatic. "I've been far away from home for a long time thinking that I could find my mate somewhere else. But here you are all along… I missed so much time with you!" Selina was right. Kiera had blossomed into a very beautiful and fine woman. His last memory of her was when she was just ten years old and he was twelve. Her family migrated overseas and they lost touch since. It was the first in nearly two decades that they saw each other again. Kiera was no longer the thin, pal

"I'm home!" Sasha announced as soon as she got inside an old wrecked school bus by the foot of the forest. "You're back!" Five pairs of eyes stared back at her with anticipation. A couple of which were forced out of slumber. "I'm sorry I'm late. My boss required me to do overtime! It was a good thing that I still found an open bakery when I left work," she said, convinced she was a good liar as she put the bag of almost expired bread on the improvised table. But the kids, ages four to ten, burst her bubbles. "Where did you steal these from, Sasha?" "How much did you earn from getting people's wallets?" "Weren't you caught?" Three of her five siblings, not her blood siblings, asked one after the other. "Who told you I stole these?" she denied, of course, she didn't steal the bread but the money she used to buy them. Sasha recalled what she had to go through to be able to come home with something to feed the five children waiting for her. She waited the whole day patient

"Marry?!" The word came out like a surprise from Manu's mouth. It was as if he never heard of it before that the sound of it rolling off his tongue was like an alien from a planet yet to be discovered. He coupled that with a widening of his eyes upon hearing his mother's ridiculous request. But of course, he wouldn't dare say out loud that it's the most preposterous thing he had ever heard his whole life. The old woman's birthday was in the next two weeks and she was asking him to be married by then. Like where the heck in the world would he drag a bride from? "Magnus, you are twenty-eight. Haven't you found your mate yet?" Selina's tone was hopeful that he somehow already did. After all, didn't wolves usually find their mate when they turn eighteen or twenty-one? Manu was way past that age. Manu stood up and walked towards the glass wall of his office. From there, he could see the dazzling city being illuminated by the moonlight above and by the city night lights below. The