Novels by fathaiogunsaya

Lisa was in her element, surrounded by admiring faces and envious whispers. She felt like a peacock among pigeons, finally getting the respect she deserved."You simply must tell us more about your relationship with Mr. Morrison!" gushed Mrs. Hartwell. "How did your family come to know him so well?""Oh, it's quite a story—" Lisa began, but her words were cut off as the lights suddenly dimmed.The club manager, a distinguished man in an impeccable black suit, stepped onto the stage flanked by six security guards dressed like federal agents. The festive atmosphere instantly turned cold and tense."Ladies and gentlemen," the manager's voice boomed through the microphone, "I apologize for interrupting this lovely evening, but we have received an urgent communication regarding a serious matter."The crowd fell silent, every eye turning toward the stage."It has come to our attention that someone present tonight is illegally wearing Mr. Sebastian Morrison's personal Shadow Emblem," the

Lisa clutched the ring possessively, rolling her eyes at Karvel's warnings like a spoiled cat dismissing its owner's commands."Oh please, stop trying to scare me!" she scoffed. "You're just being petty because you don't want to share your shiny new toy!""Lisa, you really should listen to him—" Elena began, but her sister cut her off with a sharp laugh."Listen to him? He's just a pathetic leech who got lucky once!" Lisa fastened the ring onto a chain around her neck, where it gleamed against her dress. "Besides, I'm attending the Whitmore Society gala tomorrow night. Wearing something this exquisite will boost our family's status immensely!"Patricia nodded enthusiastically, her eyes gleaming with greed. "Lisa's absolutely right! That ring could open doors for us! Important people will notice it and want to know where it came from!""Exactly!" Robert chimed in. "It would be completely wasted on someone like you, Karvel. You spend your time with janitors and cab drivers. Lisa move

As the magnificent anniversary celebration wound down, Sebastian Morrison approached Karvel privately, his expression grave and respectful."Young Master," Sebastian said quietly, glancing around to ensure they were alone. "Miss Hart has informed me of your true identity. I believe it's time you received this."He pulled out a small velvet box containing a ring unlike anything Karvel had ever seen. The metal seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it, and intricate symbols were carved into its surface with masterful precision."This ring represents your authority," Sebastian explained solemnly. "As long as you wear it, anyone under our organization's influence will treat you with the highest respect and honor. Your word will be law."Karvel accepted the ring, feeling its surprising weight. Such a small thing, but it carries so much power."Thank you," he said simply, slipping it onto his finger.As they rejoined the others, Patricia immediately pounced on him like a hungry hawk

Karvel's eyes swept the room and landed on a figure trying to blend into the shadows near the back wall."Vincent," Karvel called out calmly. "Don't you think you're forgetting something?"Vincent froze like a deer caught in headlights, his face going pale as milk. "I... I don't know what you mean.""Earlier today, you tried to coerce my wife into meeting you alone in a hotel room," Karvel's voice was steady, but there was steel beneath the calm. "Under the pretense of 'discussing business,' of course.""That's... that's not what happened!" Vincent stammered, sweat beading on his forehead. "Mr. Morrison, sir, please don't listen to him! He's just a jealous husband making up stories!"Sebastian's expression turned glacial. "Are you suggesting the Young Master is lying?""No! I mean... it was just business! Pure business!" Vincent's voice cracked like a teenage boy. "I would never... Elena is a married woman! I respect that!""Respect?" Karvel's laugh was cold. "Is that what you call te

The silence stretched like a taut wire about to snap. Everyone stared at Sebastian Morrison bowing to Karvel, their minds struggling to process what they were seeing.Sarah was the first to break the stunned quiet, her voice shrill with disbelief."Wait, wait, wait!" She jumped up from her chair like a startled rabbit. "There has to be some mistake! Why would someone like Mr. Morrison invite... him?" She pointed at Karvel with disgust. "He's just a mangy street dog!""Exactly!" Margaret found her voice, stepping forward with desperate authority. "Mr. Morrison, surely you mean to invite me? I'm the matriarch of this family, the one celebrating my birthday tonight!"Sebastian's eyes turned cold as winter steel. "And you are?""Margaret Howard, honored sir! The head of the Howard family business empire!" She puffed up like a peacock displaying its feathers. "If anyone deserves the honor of dining on the top floor, it should be me!""The top floor invitation is for the Young Master an

As they settled into their new seats on the second floor, Margaret's eyes gleamed with curiosity and greed."Did anyone hear what the manager said?" she whispered conspiratorially. "The mysterious VIP is throwing a celebration for some woman. A private party on the top floor!""Imagine being that lucky," Patricia sighed dreamily. "To have someone so powerful throwing you a party!""It must be someone incredibly important," Robert added. "Maybe a senator's daughter or a foreign dignitary?"Sarah's eyes lit up with malicious glee as she spotted Elena sitting quietly in the corner. "Oh! Oh! I know who it must be!" She pointed dramatically at Elena, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's obviously for our dear cousin Elena! The mysterious billionaire must have fallen head over heels for our little embezzler!"The table erupted in hysterical laughter."Elena and a billionaire?" Richard wheezed. "That's like saying a mange-ridden alley cat caught the attention of a prize-winning stalli