Novels by Addiction

Jasper's mind moved quickly as he continued to analyzing the situation. This wasn’t random.The kidnappers had moved too efficiently. They knew exactly where and when to strike.Which meant they had been watching Sophia.Watching her for days.Maybe longer.A slow anger began building in his chest.He replayed the footage.Again.And again.Each time, his eyes focused on different details.The way the vehicle approached. The speed at which the men exited. The precision of their movements.No hesitation. No wasted motion.Professionals.“Start investigating Sophia’s family.” Jasper said to Tiger. Jasmine blinked, “The family? Again?”She knew the family were involved in the accident last time and damaged her legs. Thanks to Jasper she could walk again. “Yes and find the car.”Tiger nodded immediately. “We’re already running the license plate through several databases. But the number looks fake.”Jasper’s jaw tightened.“Of course it is.”He turned toward the security team.“Check eve

Jasper’s private jet touched down quietly at Oakridge Airport just before noon.The moment the cabin door opened, the familiar scent of the city drifted in with the wind. Oakridge looked the same as it always had—crowded streets, aging buildings, and a skyline that could never compete with Silverlake’s towering glass giants.It had been months since he last returned.And he was no longer the same man who had left. His mission for leaving Oakridge for Silverlake was accomplished and more. He knows his last name now. Brennan.A convoy were already waiting on the runway.Tiger rushed towards Jasper. His eyes twinkled like a child. He was excited to see Jasper again. He earlier went with Jasper to Silverlake, but Jasper sent him back to Oakridge to carry out some assignments. He did that promptly, yet Jasper had asked him to remain in Oakridge. His arrest. His new identity as the only son of the Brennan family. His engagement to Elise Valmont, he had also heard, but there was no way h

Three months and Jasper’s name hasn't left the top of the world's wealth rankings.In a high extravagant building, walls made of glass and floor of marbles sat a man in his late thirties. The office was silent, a stack of books filled the shelf, a hot cup of coffee laid on his desk.Jasper’s eyes scanned through the stack of financial reports when his phone suddenly rang.He picked up his phone and with the corner of his eyes, saw the caller ID. He lifted a brow before answering. “Jasmine?” he called. It's been a long time since he heard from any of them. It was a big surprise that she had called now. Her voice sounded tense.“Jasper… Sophia is missing.”He blinked. Once. “What do you mean missing?” Jasper asked with a deep frown.“She hasn't been seen for two weeks,” Jasmine said. “Her apartment is empty. Her phones are off. No one has heard from her.”A dangerous silence filled the room.Two weeks.If Sophia had disappeared for even two days, someone would have reported it.But

Months passed without spectacle.No public feuds. No emergency councils. No sudden fractures demanding containment.The Brennan empire did not expand recklessly. It refined itself.Departments once bloated with overlapping authority were reduced. Regional operations that relied on intimidation were replaced with contractual precision. International partners responded not to fear, but to consistency.Reports reflected it.Margins stabilized.Political resistance softened.Competitors recalibrated.The empire was no longer whispered about as ruthless.It was spoken of as exact.Inside the estate, the rhythm changed.Meetings began on time. Ended on time. Decisions carried measurable outcomes rather than implied threats.Rowan stood at the head of the conference table one morning, reviewing the quarterly analysis.“Eastern division compliance has reached full alignment,” he said. “Zero internal objections.”Jasper sat opposite him, hands folded loosely in front of him.“And South America

The courtroom was controlled.No unnecessary press. No dramatic crowd. Just officials, legal representatives, and a handful of observers permitted by clearance.Adrian stood between his attorneys, hands free but posture confined by the weight of the proceedings. The arrogance that once defined him had thinned, replaced by calculation sharpened by urgency.Jessica sat several rows behind the prosecution table. Not beside him. Not beside anyone. Her back remained straight, her hands folded neatly in her lap as though composure alone could steady the past.Jasper was present as well, seated near the front with Rowan at his side. He had not been required to attend, but absence would have been interpreted. He chose visibility.The judge entered. The room rose, then settled.Charges were restated in measured tones. Financial manipulation. International fraud. Coercive destabilization attempts. Each word carried no drama, only consequence.Adrian listened without interruption.When the judge

The council chamber had not been used in weeks.Not since the exposure.Not since the reforms.The long table remained unchanged, polished, symmetrical, built for decisions that did not require public approval. Heavy curtains blocked out most of the afternoon light, leaving the room lit by overhead fixtures that cast no warmth.One by one, the Brennan elders entered.No aides.No observers.Just legacy.Vittorio arrived first, as he usually did. He took his seat at the head without comment. Others followed in measured silence, each choosing their assigned position as though nothing in the structure had shifted.But everything had.When Jasper entered last, no one announced him.He did not wait for invitation.He took his seat without acknowledgment of hierarchy.The air held restraint.Vittorio folded his hands on the table. “We convene to determine official succession,” he began evenly.No preamble.No ceremony.“The recent instability has accelerated the timeline.”A few elders nodd