Novels by Raven E.C

The bedroom was a shrine of desperate hope—flowers filled every corner, medical equipment hummed softly, and the scent of expensive perfumes couldn't quite mask the sterile smell of prolonged illness. Isabella Benedetto lay motionless on the king-sized bed, her once-vibrant beauty now fragile as porcelain after two years in a coma.Marco approached the bedside while Sal, Vincent, Anthony, and Lorenzo watched intently. Isabella's breathing was shallow, her skin pale as moonlight, but even unconscious, her features held an ethereal grace."Beautiful girl," Marco said softly, then turned to Lorenzo with calculating eyes. "Dr. DiMarco, I'm curious—how much has Mr. Benedetto paid you for treating his daughter over these two years?"Lorenzo's chest puffed with indignation. "I refuse to discuss financial matters with a pathetic worm like you!""Answer him," Sal commanded, his voice carrying dangerous undertones.Lorenzo straightened his expensive suit. "If you must know, I've received nothin

Marco found solace in the quiet sanctuary of Wilson Pharmacy, watching Rosa sleep peacefully in the private recovery room. Six expert nurses, handpicked by Dr. Vincent Castellano, monitored her condition around the clock. Her breathing was steady, her color healthy—the Rejuvenating Pills had worked a miracle."Young Master Romano!" A breathless voice interrupted his peaceful moment.Luigi, Vincent's personal driver, burst through the door, his face pale with panic and sweat streaming down his forehead."Luigi? What's wrong?" Marco stood up immediately."Dr. Castellano... he's in terrible danger! You must come with me immediately!" Luigi's hands shook as he grabbed Marco's arm. "Please, there's no time to explain here!"Marco followed Luigi to a black Mercedes, and as they sped through the city streets, Luigi's terrified words spilled out in a rush."Mr. Anthony Wilson... he gave one of your miracle pills to Salvatore Benedetto... you know, Sal the First King of Riverside Heights!"Mar

As the Bentley pulled up to their rundown apartment building, Marco could hear Margaret's urgent whispers from the passenger seat. She was leaning toward Elena, her voice filled with scheming excitement."Elena, darling, you must understand what an incredible opportunity Frankie represents," Margaret said, her eyes gleaming with greed. "He's young, handsome, wealthy beyond measure—everything a woman could want in a husband!"Elena remained silent, staring out the window as Marco parked the car."Think about it," Margaret continued. "His family owns half the city's real estate! His connections could restore our family's status overnight!""Mother, please," Elena said wearily. "I'm exhausted.""Exhausted from what? From pretending to be married to that worthless cockroach?" Margaret gestured dismissively toward Marco. "You could have everything, Elena! Wealth, status, respect—all the things that pathetic maggot has stolen from you!"Marco pretended to focus on turning off the engine, bu

The Morrison family stood frozen in shock, staring at the gleaming black Bentley that had just shattered their perception of Marco. Margaret's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air, while Tony's expensive sunglasses hung loosely on his nose."This... this can't be real," Margaret stammered, walking around the luxury vehicle. "You pathetic cockroach, how did you get your filthy hands on a car like this?"Marco opened the passenger door calmly. "I borrowed it from a friend.""A friend?" Patrick's voice cracked with disbelief. "What kind of friend loans out a half-million-dollar car to a worthless maggot like you?"Tony stepped closer, his earlier swagger completely deflated. "There's no way this is legitimate. You probably stole it, didn't you? Or maybe you're working for some criminal organization now.""The only criminal here is your stupidity, Tony," Marco replied coolly, gesturing toward the open door. "Shall we go? Elena's flight lands soon."Margaret hesitantly appro

Marco drove through the narrow streets of Millbrook District, the Bentley's powerful engine purring softly as he navigated toward the Morrison family's cramped apartment building. The contrast between the luxury vehicle and the rundown neighborhood was stark—peeling paint, broken streetlights, and garbage scattered along the sidewalks told the story of a family that had fallen far from grace.The Morrison family had once been among the most respected in the city, but their fortunes had crumbled over the years. When Elena's grandfather fell ill, her uncle Thomas had convinced Patrick Morrison that marrying off Elena would "ward off the family's bad luck." Elena, known as Millbrook District's most beautiful woman, had shocked everyone by choosing Marco—a quiet, ordinary man she assumed would remain obedient and invisible.After their marriage, the grandfather recovered, but Thomas used Elena's "disgraceful" marriage as justification to strip Patrick of his inheritance, leaving the famil

Throughout the night, Marco remained vigilant beside Rosa's bedside in Wilson Pharmacy's private treatment room. As the hours passed, he felt a strange energy coursing through his veins—the jade pendant's power was transforming him in ways beyond just medical knowledge.The voice of his ancestor, Antonio Romano, whispered in his mind: "The Divine Skill awakens within you, descendant. Medicine, martial arts, and energy control—all shall be yours to command."By dawn, Marco could feel his internal energy, his Qi, flowing like liquid fire through his meridians. His body felt lighter, stronger, more alive than ever before. He had somehow reached the third level of the Divine Skill overnight—a feat that should have taken years of cultivation.Rosa stirred peacefully in her sleep, her breathing deep and healthy. Confident in her stability, Marco stepped outside to test his newfound abilities.He picked up one of Vincent's silver acupuncture needles and examined it in the morning light. With