Novels by adarighofuamena49

The head of the Brown family sat in the back of the police van, the cuffs tight around his wrists, his expression unreadable at first. Then the laugh came. Bitter, hollow, without humor. It echoed faintly in the small, enclosed space.“I should have taught him better,” he muttered, voice rough. “If I had… if I had taught him better, he wouldn’t have ended up like this. All this… mess.”Jasper watched him from the distance of the villa, where he had remained while officers secured the scene. He didn’t respond immediately. There was no need for haste. Words carried weight only when measured, and the old man’s bitterness spoke volumes already.Jasper finally allowed a small smile to touch his lips. It wasn’t a smile of victory or cruelty. It was quiet, knowing, controlled. “My crimes are far worse,” he said, voice calm but deliberate. “Far worse than anything you can imagine. And yet… here you sit, watching it all collapse around you. Do you feel irony, or just fear?”The old man’s eyes

The police arrived quietly. Lights flashed from patrol cars outside, reflecting faintly on the polished floors of the Brown family villa. Officers moved in systematically, speaking in low tones, coordinating their positions. Jasper watched from the doorway, his stance relaxed but deliberate. He didn’t need to rush. The law was already acting as his instrument.Inside, the Brown family members froze. Some tried to hide expressions behind forced composure. Others looked around frantically, realizing there was nowhere to run. Their pride had been built on wealth and influence, but that influence didn’t reach the law, not here, not now.“Everyone,” an officer called, voice firm. “You are under arrest for kidnapping and related charges. Cooperate, and this will go smoothly.”The room was tense. The old man of the Brown family, the patriarch, did not flinch. He remained seated, back straight, hands resting lightly on the arms of his chair. There was a faint smirk tugging at the corner of hi

The moment the call ended, the head of the Brown family froze. The room seemed to shrink around him, shadows stretching longer in the dim light. His hands twitched, unsure where to rest them, and his eyes darted briefly to Tiger, who stood perfectly still, expression unreadable.Jasper’s lips curved into a faint, controlled smile. He didn’t move closer. He didn’t need to. Commanding presence wasn’t about steps; it was about intent. He let the silence press against the room, heavy and sharp, until the old man’s breathing betrayed his uncertainty.“Are you willing,” Jasper asked, voice calm, deliberate, “to let me treat your son again?”The Brown patriarch snorted, a sound that tried to mask fear but failed entirely. “Treat him? I have countermeasures,” he said, eyes narrowing. His hand grazed the edge of the table, gripping it tightly. “And you—” He paused, glancing toward Tiger. “You think you know what you’re dealing with.”The old man leaned slightly forward, voice low and sharp. “I

Jasper’s car came to a quiet stop outside the Brown family Villa. The streetlights cast long shadows across the cobblestones, flickering as if uncertain whether to stay alight or die out. Jasper stepped out, adjusting the collar of his coat, and surveyed the building ahead. Silent. Still. Too still.Inside, the chaos was obvious. Through the front windows, he could see Sophia and Jasmine, tied and sitting on the cold floor, their expressions hidden but tension radiating from them. Not far from them, the Brown family’s son lay slumped in a chair, unconscious, a faint line of blood on his temple. The old patriarch, head held high and face rigid with arrogance, stood near the boy, eyes narrowing as he saw Jasper approach.“Finally,” the man said, voice cutting the silence. “You’re here. You will save him.”Jasper tilted his head slightly, a faint, controlled smile forming. He did not move closer. His eyes swept over the room, noting the positions, the tension in the shoulders of the guar

Night had settled over Ashford, heavy and still, when Jasper received the first message. The phone buzzed quietly on the hotel desk, breaking the silence in a way that demanded attention. He did not immediately pick it up. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head, listening to the faint hum of the city beyond the curtains. The streets below were mostly quiet. Occasional car engines, distant voices, the faint clatter of shutters being closed. Normal, or as close to normal as the city would get at that hour.Finally, he picked up the phone.“It’s done,” a low voice said. One of his men, calm, reporting exactly what he had anticipated.Jasper’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Explain,” he said, tone even.“They’ve been taken,” the man replied. “Jasmine and Sophia. Brown family. They moved fast. No casualties so far. But… they’re in their hands.”Jasper did not flinch. He had expected this. He had anticipated the Browns’ reaction. He set the phone down for a moment

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