Novels by Thewitchwriter

Chapter Eight: The cool night air felt like salvation against Alexander's champagne-soaked skin as he stood on the mansion's front steps, trying to process what had just happened. The sounds of the party continued behind him—laughter, music, and the inevitable gossip about his humiliation spreading like wildfire through social media."Alexander! Wait!"He turned to see Selena hurrying after him, her silver dress shimmering under the estate's elegant lighting. Her face was flushed with anger and what looked like genuine concern."Selena, you don't need to—""Yes, I do," she interrupted firmly, stopping just in front of him. "What happened in there was disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.""It's fine," Alexander said quietly, trying to wipe champagne from his hair. "I'm used to it.""Well, you shouldn't be!" Selena's voice rose with indignation. "Paxton had no right to do that to you. And Tommy's accusations were completely ridiculous.""How do you know I didn't steal it?" Alexander aske

Chapter Seven: The Vega mansion blazed with light against the evening sky, its sprawling grounds filled with the sounds of laughter and music. Luxury cars lined the circular driveway as Winston College's elite celebrated Selena's birthday in style. Alexander approached the front entrance, clutching a carefully wrapped package that had cost him more than most people's monthly rent.Inside the elegant gift box lay a pristine first-edition vinyl of Donny Hathaway's "Live," the same album Selena had mentioned her father playing during her childhood. The Elite Athletic manager had personally sourced it from a private collector, calling it "impossible to find" and "priceless for someone who truly appreciates music.""Alexander!" Selena's voice carried across the marble foyer as she spotted him near the entrance. She glided toward him in a stunning silver dress, her face lighting up with genuine joy. "I can't believe you made it!""I wouldn't miss it," Alexander said, offering her the wrapp

Chapter Six: Elite Athletic stood like a monument to wealth and exclusivity in the heart of the city's shopping district. Its glass facade gleamed with designer athletic wear displays that cost more than most people's cars. Alexander approached the entrance nervously, the black card burning like a secret in his pocket.The interior was even more intimidating than the bank had been. Premium sporting goods were arranged like museum pieces, each item perfectly lit and displayed. The air itself smelled expensive—leather, cedar, and something that might have been liquid gold."Excuse me," Alexander approached the nearest salesperson, a woman in her thirties with perfectly styled hair and a sneer that seemed permanently etched on her face.She looked him up and down with the expression of someone who had just stepped in dog waste."Are you lost?" she asked, her voice dripping with disdain. "The outlet mall is about ten miles that way.""I'm looking for a gift," Alexander said quietly. "Som

Chapter Five: The elevator climbed silently to the penthouse floor, its gold-plated buttons gleaming under soft lighting. Alexander stood in stunned silence, his mind reeling from the events below. When the doors opened, Langston led him down a corridor lined with original artwork that probably cost more than most people's houses."This way, Mr. Morello," Langston said, guiding him to a heavy oak door marked "Private Conference Suite."The room beyond was breathtaking—floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city, a conference table that could seat twenty, and walls lined with leather-bound legal volumes. But what caught Alexander's attention was the advanced biometric scanner sitting on the table, its blue light pulsing steadily."Please, sit down," Langston said, settling into the chair across from him. "I imagine you have questions.""Questions?" Alexander's voice cracked. "I don't even know where to start. Who was my father? Why didn't my mother tell me about any

Chapter Four: "RELEASE HIM IMMEDIATELY!"Langston Parr's voice exploded through the marble halls like a thunderclap, causing every conversation to halt mid-sentence. The crystal chandeliers seemed to tremble with the force of his fury. The two security guards froze like deer caught in headlights, their grip on Alexander's arms loosening instinctively."What?" the first guard stammered, clearly not comprehending the sudden shift in power dynamics."I said RELEASE HIM!" Langston's voice rose to a roar that echoed off the polished walls. "Remove those handcuffs this instant or I will personally ensure you face the full legal consequences of assaulting a minor!"The guards looked at each other uncertainly, then at Victoria, who had gone pale as fresh snow."Mr. Parr," Victoria began, her voice shaking as she tried to regain control of the situation. "There's been some misunderstanding. This... this conman was trying to—""CONMAN?" Langston's eyes blazed with righteous fury as he strode f

Chapter Three: Alexander sat on his narrow bed in the cramped apartment he shared with his mother, staring at his cracked phone screen through swollen eyes. The events at school replayed in his mind like a broken record—fitting, considering the actual broken record that now lay in pieces in his trash can. His thumb throbbed where the vinyl had cut him, a physical reminder of his latest humiliation.The notification sound made him jump. With trembling fingers, he unlocked his phone, expecting another cruel message or video from Paxton's friends. Instead, he found something that made his blood freeze.FIRST EQUITAS PRIVATE BANK - ACCOUNT ACTIVITY ALERT Account Balance Update: $50,000,000.00Alexander blinked hard, certain he was hallucinating. He refreshed the screen, but the message remained. Fifty million dollars. In his name."This has to be a mistake," he whispered to himself, his heart hammering against his ribs.Twenty minutes later, Alexander stood before the imposing glass door