Novels by Cynthia Cy

Alexander screamed until his voice cracked. He slammed the car door so hard the sound shook the narrow street, then sweat ran down his face. His hands trembled like a man with fever.He had parked a few blocks from his family house, but the distance felt like miles. He could not go home not today. He was supposed to fly for a big business deal, but how could he leave now? Two men had humiliated him in public. Two men one old and weak, one had taken everything from him: pride, face, and control.His chest burned with shame. His heart raced fast, wild like a hunted animal. He wanted to grab David, press his hand hard against David’s throat, and squeeze until he begged. He wanted to force the old man to spit out the names of who helped him. How could he let that old man walk away with two million dollars? Never.Alexander’s jaw worked. He stared at the street. His mind replayed the slap, the fall, the way everyone had watched him fail. If he did not get revenge, respect would slip away f

At that moment Alexander’s chest burned with rage, his pride shredded into pieces. The thought of giving away two million dollars to a worthless old man twisted his gut like a knife. But every time his eyes met David’s, the fury in his heart was drowned by a stronger fear the fear of being struck down again.He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, but he forced a smile and nodded over and over. “Yes… yes, the old man deserves it,” he stammered. His voice cracked as he added, “Forgive me… I was wrong to offer him less.”The crowd looked on in shock. Some could hardly believe what they were seeing: Alexander George, the untouchable heir of the George family, nodding like a whipped dog and apologizing to a nobody.The old man’s face lit with tears of relief. He clutched the heavy briefcase to his chest as though it were his very soul. His knees bent as he bowed low toward David. “Thank you! Thank you, young man! You saved my daughter’s life!” His voice trembled, but his

David’s hand cracked across Alexander’s face once more, sharper and harder than before. The sound tore through the dead-silent bank like a whip. Alexander’s body jerked and he collapsed to the ground.His ears rang as though a thousand bells clanged inside his skull. His vision blurred, stars dancing across his eyes. His head throbbed like it was about to split in two, yet it didn’t. Instead, heat rushed through his body, hot and unbearable, like boiling water flooding his veins. His chest heaved, his heart hammering like a car engine revved past its limit.What is this?! The thought screamed in his head. Never in his life had Alexander felt pain like this. Pain that stripped him of his pride and dragged him down to the level of every man he had mocked. His breath came shallow, his confidence shattered.David crouched before him, calm and collected, one hand raised as if ready to strike again. His expression didn’t change. His eyes were steady, his presence terrifying in its stillness

Immediately Alexander’s face twisted. His brows pushed down hard, his fury boiling to the surface. His pride roared inside him, wounded beyond repair. “No one has ever disrespected me before,” he growled, his voice low and dark. “For this, you must pay with your life.”He snapped his fingers, the signal was clear.At once, the rest of his men moved. All ten bodyguards surged forward, encircling David in a tight ring. It was ten against one.The ten men tightened their circle around David, their heavy boots stomping against the marble floor. The workers and customers pressed closer together, excitement flashing in their eyes. Phones were raised high, recording every second. To them, this was justice in the making. David, the fool, was about to be beaten into dust for daring to step out of his class and challenge the Almighty Alexander George.Whispers filled the air.“He deserves it.”“Finally, he’ll learn where he belongs.”“What a fool, thinking he could stand against Alexander.”Ale

David’s voice cracked through the marble hall like thunder, sharp and unshaken. It stopped everyone where they stood. The guards froze mid-step, the old man still dangling between their grips. Heads turned, eyes wide, and whispers rippled through the crowd as they searched for the one who had dared to speak with such authority. When they saw him, disbelief washed over the room. David? The workers of the bank were stunned. Mouths hung open, brows lifted high. Of all people, it was David of all people to challenge Alexander George, the Money Giant. Murmurs rose quickly, contempt mixed with amusement. “Is he insane?” one clerk whispered. “He’ll get himself killed,” another muttered. The scandal had already made its rounds through the building. Everyone knew David had been sacked. Everyone knew about his public humiliation the CEO, Elizabeth Brown, divorcing him in front of the board. To them, David wasn’t a man of weight. He was nothing but a gold digger who had finally been expose

Hearing what the guards just said, The old man tilted his head toward the guard, his voice calm but steady. “Tell your master I am almost done,” he said, nodding as though his presence here carried its own weight.Without waiting for permission, he dipped his trembling hand into his pocket and pulled out a handful of shimmering stones. They clattered onto the cashier’s table, the faint glint of their fractured edges catching the light. It became clear to everyone watching he was here to trade precious stones for cash.Gasps rippled through the hall. All eyes locked on him now. To stand his ground after the order of Alexander’s bodyguards was unthinkable. To defy them meant, in turn, to defy the Money Giant himself. Yet the old man dared.“How much are all these?” he asked the cashier, his voice carrying a sense of urgency as he emptied the last of his pockets onto the counter.Immediately the female cashier glanced at the stones briefly, then back at the tall figure of Alexander stri