Novels by Lady D

Bio-Tech Headquarters - Boardroom.The glass walled boardroom was so thick with tension that a blade could easily slice through. The long, polished mahogany table reflected the grim faces of Bio - tech’s most powerful investors, their murmurs sharp with disagreement. At the head of the table, Mr Stewart sat with his fingers crossed tightly together and his expression unreadable. To his right, Simeon leaned back in his chair with his jaw clenched tightly. To his left, Richard tapped his pen continuously against the table as his eyes scans the room like a hawk.One of the investors, a silver haired man with a goatee and a scowl on his face, slammed his palm angrily on the table.“This is total madness!” He barked. “We already own three skyscrapers….two of which are sitting half empty! What the hell do we need another one for?”A younger investor, a woman with a sharply cut bob hair and a even more sharper tongue, argued immediately. “it is not about need. It is about power. The Lawson T

The morning sun seeped through the high windows of Mike’s office, casting long shadows over the polished mahogany desk. He leaned back in his chair, fingers crossed, watching the busy city roared beneath him—his city, or at least, it would be soon….very soon.Then, suddenly the door burst wide open.Carter, his assistant, his usual calm face replaced with urgency, strode in with a tablet in his tight fisted grip. His tie was slightly askew and it was a rare crack in his normally composed composure.“Sir,” Carter said, his voice tight. “Cole’s out on bail.”Mike didn’t blink. He simply smirked and swirled the amber liquid in his glass, then he muttered. “Expected.”The system screen appeared suddenly in his vision, it’s neon letters burning into his retinas…[Task: Acquire the Lawson Skyscraper….Progress: 60%][Warning: Opposition Mobilization.][Sub - Task: Neutralize Stewart’s Financial Sabotage.]Carter hesitated for a minute, then added, “Simeon and Lillian were photographed leav

Bio- tech Headquarters—Simeon’s Office.The sleek glass doors of Simeon’s office burst open with a force that rattled the framed paintings on the wall and Richard stormed in, his usually composed face twisted in fury with a tablet clutched in his fist.“We have a problem,” he snarled, slamming the device on Simeon’s desk. The screen displaying a breaking news alert….BIO TECH CFO RICHARD COLE ARRESTED AT AUSTRA GALA ON FRAUD CHARGES - WHISTLEBLOWER MICHEAL ROBINSON LINKED TO INVESTIGATION.Simeon’s blood ran cold instantly as his fingers curled into fists. He scanned the headline again, as if the words might rearrange themselves into something less catastrophic. But as it didn’t, he looked up with his face scrunched up in anger.“What the hell is this?” He hissed.Richard’s jaw clenched. “Our financial advisor just got paraded out of Robinson’s charity event in handcuffs. And guess who orchestrated the whole damn thing?”Simeon didn’t need to guess. The answer was obvious in the smir

The static screen appeared suddenly in Mike’s vision, it’s glowing letters almost burning, searing into his mind like a band that can’t be taken off…[Level 6][Task: Acquire the Lawson Skyscraper…][Status: Ongoing…][Reward: 600 coins..][Coins: 900][Note: Coins must be withdrawn before commencement of new task.]900 coins.900 million dollars.That is a fortune that could reshape empires. And now, the system demanded more—the Lawson skyscraper.Mike exhaled sharply as his fingers tightened around the tablet. The game wasn’t over. It was escalating. And he has to be on top of the game or everything he has worked for will be reduced to shit.He snatched his phone and dialed Mr Austin’s number before the screen could fade.“Lawson Skyscraper,” Mike said the moment the line connected, his voice low and deliberate, so as not startle the old man or make him uncomfortable. “What do you know about it?”A pause. Then Mr Austin replied cautiously, “it’s up for bid. Why?”“I want it.”A

Bio-Tech Headquarters - Executive Office.The air in Mr Stewart’s office was thick with tension. Thick enough for a knife to slice through. The blinds were drawn, thereby casting long shadows over the huge mahogany desk where Mr Stewart sat, with his fingers steepled tightly and his jaw clenched. Across from him, Simeon and Richard stood rigid, with their faces tight with unease. Two of Bio - tech’s most powerful investors—Mr Victor Langley and Mr Daniel Hargrove sat in the plush chairs, their expressions were unreadable.The huge muted television in the corner replayed Mike’s press conference repeatedly, his voice slicing through the silence like a sharp blade.“Because certain people at Bio-tech would rather see me dead than lose control of my company.”Mr Stewart’s eye twitched angrily.Mr Victor Langley, a silver haired man with piercing grey eyes, leaned forward and said contemptuously, “This is a disaster, Stewart. The stock has plummeted 40% in the last three hours. The board i

The new safe house was more cold than the last….it’s sleek, glass walled penthouse with a great view of the city’s busy street. Mike stood by the high windows, his reflection was a ghostly shadow against the dimly lit chandeliers. His fingers drummed repeatedly against the glass as he sighed restlessly.They tried to kill me. The thought burned in his heart like flame. And now, it is my turn.Behind him, Carter stood bent over a laptop, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he pulled up files from the encrypted USB. Mr Austin paced restlessly nearby, his phone pressed firmly to his ear, barking orders continuously to the security teams. Mr Anderson stood silently by the door, his arms crossed and his gaze sharp enough to cut through steel.“Got it,” Carter announced happily as he pushed his glasses up his nose. “Stewart’s offshore accounts, shell companies and…oh….the kickbacks from Bio-tech’s ‘accidental’ drug trail failures. The man’s been lining his pockets while patients dies.

“Mother” Stella cried out angrily as she steps down the wide staircase to the huge Withman hall. “I am not sure of Ethan no longer. He is up to something very shady.”“Tsk tsk darling…” Morana Withman crooned from the dining area. “Why do you say so child? You know that man loves you dearly.”“You heard of the rubbish he did recently?” Stella shrieked. “He invited Mila over to dinner at his family’s mansion, knowing very well I wouldn’t be there—”“How then did you get the information?”“I was coincidentally having dinner with the girls at La perle, mother,” she replied, “when Mila got a notification from Ethan, inviting her over to dinner.”“Oh.” Morana paused in her table arrangement as she stared at her in shock.“Yes. What insolence!” Stella spat angrily. “And do you know the worst part? I saw that slime dining at the restaurant.”“What slime?” Morana asked, as she pointed at the maids to set the table. “Darling, don’t you think you are overworking yourself over this….minor issue?

Jace loosened his tie as Reynolds gathered the files from the huge mahogany table. The board meeting had went on for hours. Another hostile company takeover secured, another empire crumbling at his feet and he couldn’t be more happier.Mila lingered by the huge floor to ceiling windows, her silhouette looming against the city lights.Reynolds clears his throat and said croakingly. “Sir, I will finalize the Tokyo agreement drafts.” He bowed slightly and exited.But Mila didn’t move an inch.Jace looked up from his tablet and tilted his head. “Any problem?”She turned to face him with her arms crossed tightly and replied wonderingly, “You haven’t said a word about Ethan’s dinner invitation.”Silence. Then Jace laughed loudly as he poured himself a shot of bourbon, then he said incredulously, “Ethan? Cheat? Please. Six years of watching that bastard grovel at Stella’s feet taught me one thing…he is obsessed with her.” He slid a glass of gin towards Mila. “But he is also a drowning man. A

Reynolds nearly dropped his tablet in shock when Jace emerged from his study, looking all rumpled in a wrinkled cotton blue shirt, faded colored loafers and tattered jeans.“Sir, is everything okay?” He asked incredulously, looking genuinely worried. “Are you ill?”“I want to take a stroll,” Jace replied with a slight nod. “Don’t wait up for me?”“Looking like that?” Reynolds asked incredulously. “You look like a hobo…forgive my manners.”Jace adjusted the faded green baseball cap over his brow and chuckled, “It’s a disguise, Reynolds. I would like to be anonymous and I don’t want to bring any unwanted attention to my self.”“Anonymous.” Reynolds scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You. The man who bought Luxembourg’s largest hospital by accident last Tuesday.”“Well, they don’t have to know that,” Jace laughed. “I am tired of staying indoors Reynolds.”“Ok…should I go with you?”“And blow my cover?” Jace asked as he opened the huge foyer doors. “No I don’t think so.”“You won’t be treated

The Montgomery penthouse smelled of wilted roses and dried flowers. Stella Whitman stood beside the tall windows, her reflection, flawless under the full moon. “you are postponing?” Her voice icy and dripping with disapproval. “Our wedding is in three weeks, Ethan. The invitations have all been sent. The cathedral is booked. The—” Ethan’s gold wrist watch caught the light as he raised his hands like a surgeon’s gesture begging for patience. “With Parkinson controlling forty two percent of our shares…Stella, darling, be reasonable.” “I am not your darling.” She turned slowly, her Valentino gown glittering on the shiny marble. “Do you know what they are calling you at the club? The Jilted Groom. Because only a man who enjoys humiliation would let some orphan in a borrowed suit dictate his life.” Charles Montgomery chose that moment to enter, his gold plated walking cane tapping like a countdown counting down Ethan’s shame. “The boy’s right, Stella. This is not personal. That da

The courier arrived at the Parkinson’s gate at the early hours of the morning. Jace watched through the high windows as the uniformed man handed Reynolds a cream colored envelope sealed with candle wax. “It’s the Foster crest.” Reynolds observed, turning the envelope around his fingers. The wax bore the family’s cheetah emblem—an animal frozen middle of its bounce. Jace slit it open with his grandfather’s pocket knife. The card inside smelled faintly of freshly lawn grass and….sandalwood? “To our dearest Jace,” it began in flawless hand writings, “The family would be honored to welcome you home for dinner this seventh of October. Formal attire: Black suit and tuxedo. We have waited twenty years for this reunion—let us celebrate it properly.” Reynolds exhaled through his nose and muttered, “they are being unusually….cordial.” Jace ran his thumb over the golden letters and shrugged. “Cordials can be tampered with just as easily as a cheap whiskey.” Mila entered with the

The Withman estate glittered under crystal chandeliers, champagne glasses clinking as Stella twirled around in a silver gown, her engagement ring catching the light.“Yo my beautiful fiancée,” Ethan Montgomery announced loudly as he raised his glass, smirking at the crowd of socialites. “And to the end of unfortunate…entanglement.”Laughter rippled through the room as everyone looked at each other with a knowing look. In the far corner, Morana Withman whispered loudly, “Thank God that impotent waste of space signed the divorce papers. Did you see his face when the DNA results came in? Priceless.”Stella smiled widely. “Six years of pretending to love that peasant. At least the prenup guarantees he leaving us with nothing.”Ethan pulled her close lovingly and breathed, “Speaking of nothing….I am finalizing the Parkinson Group contract tomorrow. My father’s friendship with the old CEO practically guarantees we will win the bid.”The air buzzed with as a murmur of approval swept through