Novels by Aghedo Victory

The executive level of Wellington Holdings was empty at this late hour. The soft murmur of the city beyond the glass windows was the only accompaniment to the tension that existed between Ronald and Amelia.The office dinner arranged with Ronald had lost its warmth by now, yet neither of them had touched the food on his plate. The subject of their conversation had deviated from office matters, lost halfway between the past and the present, between space and something unsaid.Ronald leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming lightly against the polished wood of his desk. His sharp blue eyes never left Amelia, watching, calculating. She had changed—become a woman of fire and steel—but he wasn’t sure whether that fire would warm him or burn everything in its path."You’ve certainly made an entrance," he mused, a smirk ghosting over his lips.Amelia's eyebrow rose, and she picked up the glass of wine that had not been touched. "Did you think I'd stay in the shadows, then?""No." His voice

The mood in Wellington Holdings had altered. The tension from Amelia's coup persisted, but fixed as that tempest was, there was something else simmering beneath the surface—tangible but undeniable.Ronald Wellington sat in his office, tapping his fingers lightly against the glass surface of the table. His mind should have been on the firm, on the new battle Amelia had initiated against him. And yet, his mind had failed him. Again.Her voice.Her eyes.The way she stood before the board, unwavering.Four years had gone by, but it was as if she had never left.And here she was now—his opponent, his equal. And for the first time in his entire life, Ronald felt something foreign. Something dangerous.A chink in his armor.A flaw he should not possess.His jaw flexed as he released the breath, dispersing the illusion. He was master of every emotion, every impulse, every weakness. Amelia would not be the one to break that.Not again.Not ever.The rap on the door snapped him back to conscio

The corridors of Wellington Holdings buzzed with tension. News of Amelia's return had already spread like wildfire within the company. Employees grumbled under their breath, directors scrambled to make adjustments, and even the most seasoned board members were left dazed.Amelia sat in Jake's vintage grand office, her fingers running along the rim of the desk in a soft caress. The air was heavy with the scent of expensive wood polish and leathered wear, a bitter reminder of the heritage she now possessed.This room yelled Jake Wellington.But it belonged to her now.She took a deep breath, letting reality seep in. Jake never questioned her, not even when no one else did. He left her this kingdom, not out of charity, but as a provocation."Make them beg, Amelia. Make them regret the day they underestimated you."His voice lingered with her, a past echo.A. rap at the door broke into her daydream. She didn't have to ask who it was."Care to come in?" she suggested.Marson did, his usual

The room was thick with air, stifling under the enormity of Amelia's declaration."I went back to reclaim what is mine."The conference room remained mired in heavy, stifling silence. The weight of Amelia's statement continued to hang heavy in the air, immobile and dense. Faces once so certain of their rightness now twisted with outrage, shock, and disbelief.Ronald Wellington didn't budge, his scorching blue eyes locked onto Amelia. His stance was rigid, but there was a menacing piercingness to his look—a warning, a threat. In front of him, Catherine's rage was contained by a thread, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white.Beatrice, however, was the first to get her words out. She leaned forward, her immaculately manicured nails tapping on the table, her face deliberately composed despite the rage simmering beneath the surface."This is absurd," she said slowly, her voice restrained but laced with venom. "There is no way Jake would leave all his money to. to you."Am

The air was heavy in the conference room at Wellington Holdings. Weight hung over the polished mahogany table where board members sat, waiting. There was no arrogance of corporate culture in the air, only an unease that none of them could quite put their finger on.Ronald Wellington sat at the head, his pose commanding, staring on towards the double doors as if he was waiting for a ghost to walk right through them. To his right sat Catherine Rodriguez, poised in a crimson blazer, the fingers of one hand interlocking tightly into the other on the table. Next to her, her mother Beatrice sat her lips painted in a thin line.The air was thick with uncertainty, whispers buzzing like insects between the minor board members. Even Charles Wellington, who seldom showed interest in these affairs, sat forward in his seat, furrowing his brow.This was supposed to be a straightforward announcement: a name would be called, and a new president would be crowned. But something in the silence before th

The city never slept, but within the walls of Wellington Holdings, a suffocating silence loomed over its empire. In the office lights, long shadows stretched as Ronald Wellington sat behind his mahogany desk, his fingers interlocked in deep contemplation. The world moved on, yet there was something in the air tonight-charged, unsettling.Standing across from him, Ethan was posed with well-practiced ease, but his eyes flickered with the barest hint of hesitation. He had seen Ronald in many moods-indifference, cold precision, calculated fury-but this silence was different."You keep staring at me like that, Ethan. You got something to say or you just waiting for me to read your mind?" Ronald's voice sliced through the silence cold and sharp.Ethan adjusted a cuff and spoke in his professionally even tone. "Sir, if I may say so, with all respect, I believe this is about the announcement."Ronald leaned back in his chair; his face showed nothing. "Who is it, Ethan? Who's going to be appoi