Novels by Favykim_pens

Adrian sat in his dimly lit study, fingers tapping rhythmically against the surface of his desk. The frustration was obvious on his face as his forehead tightened . It's not that he was scared about his safety, he is scared because of Kayla. They now know that she's his weak point and this is what he has been trying to avoid . Now Kayla is going to be used against him, making her vulnerable and not safe.A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Without waiting for permission, Ethan stepped inside. His usual lovely smirk was absent, replaced by a very serious face. He closed the door behind him and leaned against the wall nearby just staring at Adrian."We have a huge problem Ad," Ethan announced, cutting straight to the point without menacing words.Adrian sighed, rubbing his temples. "Tell me something I don't already know Ethan."Ethan walked over, tossing a file onto Adrian's desk. "Fiona and Victor signed an alliance. They are going to be helping each other from now on. This

Fiona entered into her car and drives away. She so happy that she turned the music up. Confidence dripped from her with her every move. She had won. She had Adrian Lockwood right where she wanted him. And soon, he’d have no choice but to bend to her will and do her biddings.What she didn’t realize was that she was being followed.A car had been following her—silent, precise, always there but never noticed.But Fiona was oblivious.She reached her house, came down and joyfully headed straight for the hallway She reached the heavy steel door at the end of the hallway, punched in a code, and stepped inside the room where Kayla was being held hostage.Kayla's body was weak against the chair, her wrists hurting from the ropes. She was bruised but far from broken. The fire in her eyes burned as hot as ever when she saw Fiona enter.Fiona smirked. "Ah, look at you. A little battered, but still defiant. I admire that. Really, I do."Kayla glared. "Cut the theatrics, Fiona. You’re wasting yo

Adrian barely had time to regroup after the threat video before the storm hit.The study doors slammed open with a force that rattled the walls."Where is she?"Kayla’s father, Mr Marshall, stormed inside, his face twisted in rage. His usual controlled demeanor was nowhere to be found. His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging in his neck and forehead as he pointed an accusatory finger at Adrian."You arrogant, power-hungry , manipulating bastard! Where the hell is my daughter?"Adrian slowly looked up from his desk, his fingers tightening around the edge of his chair in anger. His patience was already getting to its limitd, and he had no time for misplaced accusations."You think I took her?" Adrian’s voice was low, dangerous. "Think before you speak, old man."Mr Marshall advanced, slamming his fists onto the polished mahogany desk. "Who else would do this? My daughter has been nothing but a pawn in your twisted games! You dragged her into this world—your world—and now she’s paying the

Chapter 18: betrayal of the pastThe silence of Adrian’s mansion can be likened to that of a grave yard but this silence was interrupted by a heavy knock on the door. It was late, and way past visiting hours for him. Uninvited guests always brings trouble.Adrian, seated in his study with a glass of whiskey in hand, frowned at the interruption.His demeanor calm yet cold. He felt greatly irritated by this sudden interruption. A second knock, harder this timeHe set down his glass, rolled his shoulders, and moved toward the door with measured steps. When he pulled the door open, his heart froze.Standing before him, dressed in a sleek black dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, was ......Fiona.The air in the room shifted instantly, heavy with so many emotions.Adrian’s expression darkened, his jaw clenching as he looked at the woman who had once owned his heart—only to shatter it in the most brutal way possible.“Fiona,” he said, voice cold as ice. Quite some nerves you've

The hospital room was dimly lit with sunlight reflecting in through the blinds. Clarissa sat at the edge of her bed, her hand pressed lightly against her side where the bullet wound was healing. Kayla stood beside her, folding Rissa's clothes into a small bag with determined precision and focus.“I swear, you’ve been more of a nurse than the actual staff here,” Clarissa teased, her voice light but tinged with gratitude.Kayla rolled her eyes, smiling. “You’re lucky Its you, if not I would have charged a lot for this care"Before Clarissa could reply, the door opened, and Ethan walked in, his broad shoulders and easy smirk lighting up the room. “Hello ladies,” he greeted, warmly with his deep voice. He held a big bouquet of Roses in one hand and a box of chocolate in the other. “Thought you could use some love& support and sugar.”Clarissa’s cheeks flushed lightly. “Ethan, you didn’t have to—”“Oh, I had to,” he interrupted, stepping closer and placing the flowers on her nightstand. “C

The front gates of her father’s estate creaked open slowly, revealing a sight that Kayla hadn’t expected to see. The once old looking mansion—its walls chipped and its garden overgrown and dried—now stood immaculate and ever green. The freshly painted exterior gleamed in the sunlight, and the hedges were trimmed to perfection .Her breath got caught in her throat as she stared at the beautiful transformation.Kayla dragged her suitcase along the gravel path, her mind curious.. What was happening? Where had this sudden wealth come from? She couldn’t connect the dots between this polished image with the struggling man who had been drowning in debt the last time she saw him.The front door swung open, and her father appeared, his figure leaner but more energetic and better looking than she remembered. His face broke into a wide grin, and for the first time in years, he looked genuinely.... Happy.“Kayla!” he called, arms wide open.Her heart skipped, as she dropped her suitcase, rushing i