Novels by ayobamijiomotayo21

Linette froze in disbelief. “Manager, what nonsense are you talking about? How dare you—”“Shut up and get out!” Fae roared in fury.But before Linette could storm off, Ethan’s calm voice sliced through the tension. “Wait.” His cold eyes locked on her. “Kneel down and apologize to my wife.”Linette’s face twisted in outrage. “You’re delusional! Even if I resign, I’ll never apologize to you!” she spat, trembling with anger.Before Ethan could respond, Fae’s voice thundered again. “Kneel down and apologize!”“Mr. Fae, are you insane?!” Linette’s tone turned frantic. “Don’t forget—I have something on you!”At that, Fae’s expression changed instantly. Panic flickered in his eyes. During their secret affair, Linette had recorded photos and videos—things that could destroy him if leaked. He clenched his jaw, then grabbed her arm and pulled her aside. They whispered heatedly for a minute, Linette’s face shifting between defiance and dread.Then, finally—Thud!She dropped to her knees in fro

“We…” Sandra wanted to explain, but Ethan interrupted directly, his tone cold and steady.“What’s with your attitude? Is this how you serve customers? Call your manager.”“Haha, you? Customer?” Linette sneered, folding her arms. “Also, you want to talk to my manager? What do you think is going to happen when the manager comes here? Someone like you, who can’t even afford to buy a house, wants to have me fired?”A cold glint flashed in Ethan’s eyes. “Indeed,” he said evenly, “today I want to buy a house and fire you.”Linette burst out laughing, mockery thick in her voice. “Haha! Bro, did you forget to take your medicine today? Talking nonsense here? Okay then, you want to buy a house? You want to fire me? Try it. I’m standing right here. If you can accomplish one thing today, I’ll kneel down and call you grandpa.”“Miss Lane, don’t be like this… It’s my fault for introducing them to you. They’re also not easy,” the receptionist, Jenny, said softly as she walked over with two cups of w

Leaving the Harrowgate Group, Sandra finally felt the tension in her chest ease as she and Ethan slid into the backseat of a taxi. The moment the door shut behind them, it was like the noise, blood, and chaos from earlier evaporated into the night.“Hello,” Sandra said quickly to the driver, her voice trembling with both nerves and excitement. “Let’s go to the Lannister Group.” The driver nodded and pulled into traffic. Sandra clutched the heavy bag of cash on her lap, feeling the rough texture of the woven sack beneath her fingers. Five million. The number alone made her heart race. It didn’t even feel real—like a fever dream she hadn’t woken from. Every time she blinked, she half-expected the bag to vanish, for the world to remind her that people like her didn’t get moments like this.And yet… here she was.She couldn’t help but picture Kelvin’s face when she walked into his office with all this money. The smug expression, the condescending tone—gone in an instant. Let’s see you l

A few of Michael’s lieutenants—men quick on reflex and quicker to obey—stepped forward as if to haul him up. Michael snapped at them without lifting his head. “Get out. All of you—out!” His voice had the brittle edge of a man terrified of being overheard. The men hesitated, then melted back into the shadowy corridor, suits rustling like dead leaves.Sandra’s mouth hung open. She watched Michael on his knees, the most powerful underground lord in Brentwood, bowing and murmuring “forgive me” like a penitent. Her mind scrambled for an explanation: why was he doing this? What had she missed?Michael did not stop. He prostrated himself with the practiced desperation of a man whose instructions had come from the only mouth that mattered that morning—Logan Vane’s. Logan had warned him tightly: do not let any blind, reckless subordinate confront Ethan the Phoenix. Keep your people in check. And yet here he was—face in the carpet, begging the man they were meant to kill.Everything a man like

Sandra’s heart hammered like a drum in her ches. The tension in the office was suffocating — a violent quiet before the storm. She clutched Ethan’s sleeve, trembling from head to toe.“Mr. Blinders, please—” she blurted out, her voice shaking. “We didn’t know about your relationship with Mr. Gideon. We didn’t mean any offense. We can drop the settlement, we’re not interested in the money anymore!”Her words tumbled over each other in desperation. Sandra had never faced men like this — the kind whose eyes held danger, whose every breath hinted at blood. The underworld was not a place she was built for; her courage cracked beneath its weight.Gideon’s laughter erupted, loud and vile, echoing through the ruined office. “Hahaha! That’s right! Beg! I like that!” He leaned on the desk with his broken leg trembling beneath him, face twisted into something monstrous. “So, Miss Sandra Lannister — now you understand what it means to offend someone you can’t afford to offend, huh?”His tone drip

In less than three minutes, the office looked like a battlefield.Steel pipes lay twisted across the floor. Men groaned, some clutching broken legs, others lying motionless in spreading pools of blood. The stench of iron filled the air. The walls, once polished and white, were now smeared with red handprints.Gideon’s breath caught in his throat. His whole body trembled as he slid down the side of the broken desk. His eyes darted across the scene — his “elite” men, the thugs he’d handpicked and trained himself, now sprawled out like discarded trash.Impossible… This is impossible, he thought, his heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. What the hell is he? A demon?Gideon’s mind raced. He knew his men. They weren’t amateurs — they’d crushed rivals, scared loan sharks, even made police officers look the other way. And yet, this one man had dismantled them as if they were children swinging sticks.He swallowed hard, his throat dry. The thought sent chills down his spine. Wh