Novels by Strawberry

The sun rose quietly over the Price Estate, bathing the wide lawns and marble paths in golden light. Inside the grand mansion, Arthur stood by the window of a big room—his room now—watching the morning breeze rustle the garden trees.He hadn’t slept.He had spent the night thinking about everything. His father, Master Price, was dying. His nanny was gone. The Harris family had humiliated him and stolen from him. And somewhere, his sister was still out there, lost or hiding.His fists clenched.He had lived humbly for too long. Like a worm.Now he had wealth. Now he had power.And now… he wanted revenge.A light knock came at the door.Arthur turned as Mason stepped in, dressed neatly as usual.“Good morning, Young Master.”Arthur nodded. “Morning.”“I trust you’re settling in well?”“It’s strange,” Arthur admitted. “Waking up in silk sheets instead of a sofa.”Mason gave a small smile. “You deserve it. More than anyone.”Arthur’s voice dropped. “How long does my father have?”Mason’s

Arthur looked at the man in front of him. The man was tall and serious, dressed in a black suit with a silver pin on his collar. He seemed like someone very important and powerful.Arthur’s lips moved, but no sound came out at first.“My… father?”“Yes, Young Master,” the man said, bowing his head again. “My name is Mason. I work directly for the Price Family Estate.”Arthur took a step back.Mason continued slowly. “Your real family.”Arthur felt dizzy. Everything felt like a dream. First, the sudden money. Then, the truth from Madam Aiyun. Now this man was talking about a family he had never known.Nights of going to bed hungry when the Harris family denied him food and his pride forced him to endure silently. That suffering made Arthur question every word Mason spoke now.“You mean to tell me that my father abandoned me,” Arthur said with a low voice. “And I grew up believing that I was poor.”Mason’s eyes were calm, but profound. “It was not his choice, Young Master. There is a lo

Back at the hospital, the main hall was still bustling with people; patients, visitors, and doctors in uniforms. Arthur ran straight to the front desk.The same nurse who ignored him before sat there, scribbling something on a form. She had always looked down on patients who could not pay, having grown up in a family where money was everything. To her, those without wealth were a waste of her time.“I want to pay the full medical bill for Madam Aiyun,” he said, placing the two briefcases full of cash and his bank card on the counter. “This is everything she needs for the treatment. I want her back in proper care. Now.”The nurse glanced at him, unimpressed.“Sir, we already received payment earlier today for her—”“That payment was withdrawn,” he snapped. “My emergency contact used it without my permission. I’m paying again in cash.”She sighed. Her previous encounter with Arthur had hardened her heart. “We don’t want a repeat of what happened earlier. Please don’t cause another scene

“Mr. Price… the payment is gone.”Arthur opened his eyes. “What?”“The three million you paid was transferred out to another account.”He shot up. “What are you talking about?!”“We checked. The registered emergency contact on the patient’s file is still Mrs. Racheal Harris. Her mother withdrew the funds remotely using hospital authority rights.”Arthur was devastated.Immediately his phone beeped again. This time it was a voice message.Mrs. Linda’s voice crackled through the speaker.“You really thought you could hide money from us, Arthur? After everything we did for you? How selfish! Our daughter suffered with you for three years while you lived off us like a parasite. And now you suddenly steal our money without offering to compensate us? You’ll learn, Arthur. That’s your punishment. If you were smart, you would have stayed on your knees.”Arthur froze. It was always the same. No matter what he did, no matter how low he bent, they wanted him lower still.Dr. Christina stepped for

Arthur stood frozen, the phone pressed to his ear.“Should I double the money?”The words echoed in his skull, impossible to grasp.He swallowed hard, forcing a shaky laugh. “Is this some kind of sick joke?”On the other end, the man’s voice remained calm, respectful. “I assure you, Young Master, this is no joke. I simply wish to know if you are satisfied.”Arthur’s grip tightened on the phone. His throat was dry. Every instinct screamed this was a scam, a cruel prank, or some elaborate game.But then—Ding.Another notification flashed across his screen.Deposit received: $200,000,000.Arthur’s breath caught. His entire body went cold.Two hundred million.Together with the first deposit… three hundred million dollars.The phone nearly slipped from his trembling hand.Impossible. Absolutely impossible.Fear slammed into him like a wave, and without thinking, he hung up. His chest heaved, his heartbeat thundering in his ears.This couldn’t be real. It had to be a scam, some system err

Arthur stood in the rain, phone trembling in his hand.Deposit received: $100,000,000.He stared at the glowing screen, his mind blank. His throat tightened.This couldn’t be real. Impossible.Another cruel joke? A glitch?A laugh slipped out—dry, bitter. “A hundred million… what a dumb joke."Arthur grumbled, shoving the phone back into his pocket, forcing his breath to steady. His mother needed him focused, not chasing illusions. The Harrises still owed him, and he would take what was his.The Harris Group building was located in the heart of the city.Getting into the building was hard, but due to party, the guards were only after the rich, trying to get a few bucks out of them and in turn, ignoring him.Inside the top floor banquet hall, lights sparkled and guests mingled, laughed, and partied.The moment Arthur stepped into the room, drenched and shivering, heads turned to look at him.“Racheal’s ex-husband?”“What is he doing here?”“Get security!”Before anyone could react, Art