Novels by Mr. Felix

“Unhand her. NOW!” Elior’s voice cut through the hall like a whip, sharp and commanding as he strode into the room slowly, with the commanding presence of a lion reclaiming his den.The guards, terrified, dropped Liliane as though burned. She stumbled back to her feet and ran straight into Elior’s arms, sobbing into his chest.“Wow! He's really mad, look at his eyes" Louisa muttered.Elior wrapped a firm arm around her waist, steadying her. His gaze swept the hall coldly.“Just what exactly is your problem with her? Huh? Is your humanity really worth less than money?” Elior shouted, his voice echoing through the hall. “Would ten billion dollars be enough for you to treat my wife like a human she is, then?” He continued.A beat of silence then a few chuckles rippled across the family members."Ha! I swear he’s crazier than I thought.” "Ten billion? Even filthy beggars now daydream in billions?” "She’s practically hugging a lunatic. In public. This is pathetic.”Then Lord Whitmore rose,

“Grandpa,” Louisa—Liliane's cousin—said sweetly, placing a shining, lacquered case onto the glass table.“This masterpiece is currently valued at over two hundred thousand dollars. I personally commissioned it from Bellwether Gallery, just for you.” She added as she lifted the lid to reveal the glowing masterpiece branded Eternal Harmony, a shimmering canvas framed in gold. Her eyes, full of warmth, locked onto Lord Whitmore.Lord Whitmore beamed. “Ah, Louisa… you never disappoint. I’m so proud of you.” He said gladly.Next came her younger brother, Preston, unwrapping a velvet box. Inside gleamed a Patek Philippe Calatrava, radiant under the chandelier light.“Grandpa,” he declared proudly, “this watch is a symbol of timeless elegance. Its market value is over one-fifty grand. But for me… it’s just a way to say you’re priceless.”Gasps of approval followed. Murmurs of admiration rippled across the family members.Lord Whitmore laughed heartily, his hands raised in blessing, “I love y

TWO WEEKS LATER“If you don’t sign that divorce paper within a month, I’ll kill that lunatic myself, I promise.”Darian’s voice still echoed in Liliane’s mind like a loaded gun. It was the threat she received two days ago, and she knew better than to take it lightly.She knew how evil Darian can be when he's obsessed. All this started when he framed Elior five years ago, after all.She turned her gaze to Elior, lying shirtless on the bed, eyes glued to the phone she bought him, playing a video game. He looked peaceful and naive.But Liliane knew better—He’s not safe. Not with Darian counting days. She started pacing the room, heart pounding in her chest.“What should I do? What should I do?” she kept whispering over and over, like a mantra battling madness as she thought of tricks and possible outcomes, panic building.Then she stopped mid-step, a wild idea struck. “Yes... If I can manage to get pregnant before the month ends, Darian won’t be able to bring up some ridiculous divorce a

“What—?! Who are you?!” Liliane yelled as she jolted upright, her breath ragged, heart pounding like war drums in her ears.The face hovering above her reeled back as she instinctively shoved it away. Pain shot through her skull, and she gasped, her head wrapped in bandages, the dull ache flared as she tried to sit up.She blinked against the sterile white lights, that's when she realized she was in a hospital and she had just pushed away a nurse.“I… I’m so sorry,” she murmured, cringing at her own reflex.The nurse steadied herself, brushing her coat.“Thank God you’re finally awake. You’ve been unconscious for two days,” she said, eyes soft with concern. “You lost a lot of blood. We were starting to panic. We tried contacting the family numbers we found on your phone… but they hung up on us. Twice.”Liliane’s heart dropped. “Wh.. what?! Unconscious?” She muttered.That's when the memories came rushing in—The broken ceramic, the arguments and the disgusting remarks.“Witch.” “Zombie

WHITMORE ESTATE“Why are you so stubborn, Liliane? Take off that cursed ring before you poison our bloodline any further.”Lady Virelle-Her stepmom’s voice cut through the silence like a bladeLiliane sat still, spine rigid, fingers unconsciously curled over the band on her ring finger. Her eyes burned, but her voice remained calm."No way, ma'am. I’ll die wearing this ring.”Lord Whitmore slammed the arm of his chair. "Five years, Liliane. Five! And you still disgrace me like this?” He barked in anger as he shoved a set of papers across the table, it's the divorce papers Darian helped prepare.“Sign it and marry Mr. Darian. He’s loyal and more than capable. And you know he’s been funding this family’s debts for half a decade.”Liliane slowly rose to her feet. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest, like she was holding herself together by force. "You can threaten me, starve me, strip me of everything, but I will never betray my husband. He loves me and I love him too”Darian stood n

Darian took a cautious step back, shoulders rigid, voice lowered as if bracing for the worst. “Very well… if you think I’m lying…”“Fair enough!” Liliane suddenly shouted, voice ringing out defiantly. “That’s what he deserves! My sweetheart is being framed here, and no one here even dares to question it?! Who’s to say there’s even anything wrong with the wine in the first place?!”A murmur of agreement stirred in the crowd.Darian narrowed his eyes and snapped, “If you truly believe I'm lying, why don’t you drink the wine yourself, Liliane? Why don't you prove me wrong.”The room gasped. Liliane’s face paled as she took an instinctive step back and clung to Elior’s arm.“Don’t mind him, babe…” Elior muttered as he gently cupped her shoulder, clutching tighter. “You don’t need to prove anything to that snake.” His eyes locked with Darian’s, cold and unforgiving.“You point fingers without proof, ruin my joyful wedding, and now try to use my newly wedded wife as the sacrificial lamb?” h