Novels by Helen Helen

Michael cracked his knuckles, staring intently at the four company profiles displayed on his monitor. The blue light illuminated his face in the dimly lit apartment as midnight approached."These four," he thought, tapping the screen. "These are the golden tickets that no one else can see yet."He'd chosen his targets carefully from his future knowledge:NeuraTech: A small medical device company that would announce a breakthrough stimulation device in the next two hours, sending their stock soaring.QuantumShield: A cybersecurity firm about to land a massive government contract.ThenGreenHorizon and "In my previous life, I watched these four companies explode while sitting on the sidelines," Michael mused. "Not this time."He opened his trading platform and began dividing his capital. His fingers paused over the keyboard as he prepared to place the first order."This feels almost like cheating," he thought with a smile. "But then again, I've earned this advantage the hard way."The

The dinner with Olivia and Megan had gone better than Michael could have hoped. Three hours of intense discussion had laid the groundwork for their partnership, with Olivia finally agreeing to review a comprehensive proposal within the week."What a day," Michael thought as he slid into the driver's seat of his Audi. "The team is taking shape."Instead of turning toward the mansion he shared with Katherine, Michael headed in the opposite direction. The digital clock on his dashboard read 2:37 PM.Twenty minutes later, Michael pulled into an unremarkable apartment complex in a distinctly middle-class neighborhood. Six-story brick buildings arranged around a central courtyard, decent but not luxurious. The kind of place successful young professionals lived before upgrading to something more impressive.He parked in space 42B and retrieved a small duffel bag from his trunk. The familiar weight of the bag brought a smile to his face. In his previous life, this place had been his sanctuary

The Crawford Enterprises executive boardroom gleamed with polished mahogany and brass fixtures. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city skyline—a constant reminder of the company's dominance in shaping the urban landscape. Michael sat at the middle of the long table, watching as his assembled team filed in for the morning meeting."The same faces that gathered for my funeral," he thought, nodding greetings as they took their seats. "Smiling just as sincerely then as they are now."Jason arrived last, sliding into a seat directly across from Michael. "Traffic was murder," he explained, straightening his tie. "Everyone's headed to the Baxter property opening.""One of our biggest developments this year," added Vanessa, tapping her tablet to life. "Twenty-six floors of prime commercial real estate, already 80% leased."Michael leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Let's get started. I've asked each of you to prepare initial proposals for our division's focus. Who wa

Michael paced the length of his home office, glancing occasionally at the wall clock. 11:48 PM. The house was quiet, Katherine having retired to bed hours ago."Twelve minutes," he thought, fingers drumming against his thigh. "Twelve minutes until I've officially survived my first day back in this timeline without arousing suspicion."The day had been exhausting—performing the role of naive Michael while monitoring every reaction from those who would eventually betray him. Every conversation with Eric felt like walking through a minefield. Every touch from Katherine made his skin crawl. Yet he'd maintained the facade flawlessly.His notebook lay open on the desk, filled with careful notes and diagrams—ideas that hadn't existed in this timeline until he'd brought them back from the future. Technological concepts that wouldn't emerge for years, market predictions based on trends that hadn't yet begun."Knowledge truly is power," he thought, running his fingers over a particularly detail

"You're bringing Jason onto your team?" Eric's voice carried across the restaurant patio where they sat for lunch the next day. "I was certain you'd want your own people."Michael took a sip of water, watching his brother's poorly disguised relief. "Why wouldn't I? He's one of our top financial analysts.""I just thought—" Eric's fork hovered midair. "You two have never been particularly close.""Business isn't about friendship," Michael leaned forward, maintaining eye contact. "It's about utilizing the best talents available."Eric set down his fork, his shoulders relaxing visibly. "Well, I'm glad you see his value. He's been loyal to Crawford Enterprises for years.""Loyal to Crawford Enterprises," Michael smiled, "or loyal to specific Crawfords?"Eric's eyebrows rose. "What's that supposed to mean?"Michael waved his hand dismissively. "Just thinking out loud. Loyalty goes both ways. I intend to reward mine generously." He reached for the wine bottle. "Speaking of loyalty, I've ask

The blue text hovered in the air, visible only to Michael.[ULTIMATE SON-IN-LAW SYSTEM ACTIVATED] [Welcome, Host. Initializing...] [System benefits unlocked: Enhanced Perception, Physical Optimization] [First task: Survive the day without revealing your knowledge of the future. Reward: A blueprint for a smartphone company.]Michael stared at the floating interface, his mind racing. Was he hallucinating? Had the murder been just a nightmare?"Mr. Crawford?" His assistant's voice crackled through the phone he still held against his ear. "Are you there? Your morning meeting starts soon."Michael cleared his throat. "Yes, Lisa. I'll... I'll be right there." He hung up, hands trembling.The office around him was exactly as it had been five years ago—before his promotion, before his rise, before his death. The small desk with the family photo he'd later replace. The view of the neighboring building rather than the city skyline. The cheap desk chair that always leaned slightly to the left."