Novels by Aghedo Victory

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

The halls of Wellington Holdings hung in silent turmoil, a tempest brewing, waiting to erupt from beneath their tranquil surface. Since Jake's death, the company had lived in a frail balance, and while Ronald showed his usual icy exterior, people who worked close enough with him knew something had changed. Something was missing, and though no one dared mention it, that absence was felt.Jake had been more than just a vice president. He was a force that balanced the company, someone who stood firm between Ronald and the chaos brewing beneath the surface. And now, with him gone, the cracks in Wellington Holdings were widening.But today, the tension wasn't about the company's market performance or its internal power struggles.Today, it was about Jake's final wish.Ronald sat at his office desk, his fingers interlaced as he stared out the floor-to-ceiling window. The view of the city below was amazing, but his mind was elsewhere. The knock on his office door was sharp and deliberate."C

The weight of night had fallen, and there she was in the study pacing round and round. The atmosphere felt thick. It was like the moving shadow of the dancing candles from outside reflected the extent of darkness which she had plunged her life into. Day and night, every moment was directed toward this event, and that was the result.The knock on the door had been slow, a tap almost, as if whoever it was on the other side of the door took their time to savor the moment. She had known he would come-she knew that someone from her past would find a way to break through the walls she so carefully built around herself. And she knew she had to face what was coming, head-on.As the door creaked open, Beatrice's eyes narrowed. The man who stood before her now was one she had not seen in many years, a man whom she had erased out of her memory!."You," Beatrice exclaimed-cold and detached-while observing the man. She neither smiled nor betrayed any hint of surprise; instead, she acted as though