Novels by adarighofuamena49

Two days had passed since the explosion at the Brown family warehouses. The city had not slowed, but the tremor of what had happened rippled through Ashford in ways that were visible and invisible. The streets bustled as always, but beneath the normal pace, there was a tension no one could ignore. Traders spoke in hurried whispers. News vans moved in unusual patterns. Social media lit up with fragments of the story, each post fueling the next, each outrage sharper than the last.Jasper sat in the quiet of his hotel room, the curtains drawn but the faint city lights leaking through. He did not move to the window. He did not need to. He already knew the city’s pulse, the undercurrent of panic beneath the normal. Instead, he leaned back in the chair, hands folded loosely on the desk, eyes fixed on nothing in particular.The explosion had done more than destroy property. It had unsettled the Brown family, exposed their failings, and forced the city to see them differently. Within hours, t

The morning air in Ashford carried a dry chill that hinted at the coming spring. Cars moved slowly along the main street, the occasional horn breaking the monotony. Pedestrians shuffled along the sidewalks, some with newspapers tucked under their arms, others with coffees steaming in paper cups. The city went about its business, unaware of the ripple that had already begun.On a small screen in the corner of Jasper’s hotel room, news tickers flashed rapidly. The headline read: “Warehouse Explosion Rocks Brown Family Holdings.” The words were simple, but the weight behind them was immediate. Comments poured in beneath the article—shock, speculation, rumors. People connected dots they didn’t understand, assuming the worst while only seeing the surface.Jasper stood by the window, arms crossed, eyes scanning the city below. The light was dim, softened by clouds that promised rain later in the day. He didn’t need to watch the reactions. They would come. Social media was only the echo of r

Back at the hotel, Jasper didn’t sit.He stood by the window instead, hands loosely clasped behind his back, eyes on the city below. Night had not fully settled yet, but Ashford was already changing pace. Lights flickered on one after another. Traffic thinned. People went home. Families closed their doors.From this height, the city looked calm. Almost harmless. Jasper knew better. Cities were never quiet; they only learned how to hide their noise. The louder conflicts always happened indoors, behind walls thick enough to keep secrets and thin enough to leak fear.That was when real movements happened.Behind him, the room remained quiet. His men waited without asking questions. They had learned that silence was part of their work. Jasper didn’t reward impatience. Those who spoke too early usually misunderstood the situation. Those who waited long enough survived it.“Send two men,” he said at last. “No uniforms. No patterns.”One of them stepped forward. “To watch over them?”“Yes,”

The Next DayThey left the next morning as soon as possible.Not hurried, not delayed. Jasper believed urgency showed weakness, and delay invited suspicion. So they moved when the day was still undecided, when the city had not yet chosen a rhythm.Soon enough, the wonderful city of Ashford lay ahead.The road into the city was wide and clean, lined with low buildings that gave way to taller ones the deeper they went. Traffic slowed the moment their convoy appeared. It wasn’t loud, but it was noticeable. Black cars. Tinted windows. Security vehicles spaced just enough apart to signal intent without explanation.Jasper watched it all from the back seat.He didn’t look impressed. He didn’t look satisfied either. He simply observed. That had always been his way. Noise never meant much to him. Attention did. Attention meant pressure, and pressure made people careless.Sophia sat across from him, posture straight, eyes calm. She had dressed plainly, but there was nothing plain about the way

Jasper arrived home later than usual.The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that didn’t feel empty but deliberate. Lights were on in the living room. He didn’t need to look twice to know Sophia was there. She always waited when she knew he was coming back late.He set his keys down and loosened his jacket, walking in without hurry. Sophia was seated on the couch, legs crossed, posture straight. She looked up the moment she heard him.“You’re back,” she said.“Yes.”She stood almost immediately. “You look tired.”“I’m fine.”That was enough to end that line of concern. Sophia had learned when to stop asking questions. She gestured toward the couch. “Sit. I was waiting.”Jasper did. He leaned back, resting one arm along the side, eyes steady on her. There was no rush in him. Whatever decision he had made, it had already settled.“I need you to do something for me,” he said.Sophia didn’t hesitate. “Anything.”He studied her for a brief moment. Not weighing her loyalty—he already knew t

Jasmine sat in the quiet of her temporary room, phone pressed to her ear. Jasper’s voice came through, calm and precise.“You need to listen carefully,” he said.“I’m listening,” she replied, her brow furrowed.“The Browns are getting desperate,” Jasper continued. “Their heir is critical. They’re thinking of acting, and you’re the easiest leverage.”Jasmine’s stomach tightened. “What do you want me to do?”“Follow my instructions exactly,” Jasper said. “Someone from the Palmer family will approach you with land in Ashford. Accept it.”“Why?” she asked, a hint of confusion in her voice.“Because it’s part of the plan,” Jasper replied. “When you accept, release the news that you’re grateful to the Palmer family for helping the miracle doctor.”Jasmine stayed silent for a moment, processing his words. The logic was sharp, simple, and yet precise. She trusted Jasper, and that was enough.“Alright,” she said finally. “I’ll do it.”“Good,” Jasper said. “Move quickly. Be quiet. Don’t draw at