Novels by Dorchester

One of the burly men had collapsed to one knee, clutching his shoulder. Blood seeped rapidly through his fingers, staining his sleeve crimson. His face had turned ghostly pale, and he howled in agony as if every movement sent unbearable pain through his body."What... what happened to him?"Someone in the crowd gasped."I didn't even see Greg strike him!"Another person rubbed his eyes repeatedly, convinced he was imagining things.Only a second earlier, Greg had been completely surrounded. The attackers had hidden him from view, making it impossible to tell what was happening inside the circle.Yet now, one of the men was seriously injured.Greg stood in the middle of them, calm and composed.His breathing remained steady.Not a strand of his hair seemed out of place.The injured man staggered backward before collapsing completely onto the marble floor. His cries echoed painfully throughout the building.The remaining thugs stared at Greg with unconcealed fear.They had underestimate

Upon hearing the word, "Stop!" everyone instinctively turned toward the source of the voice. The entire place fell silent. Who would dare interrupt these ruthless men? Had their superior finally arrived? Even the burly men paused and looked over their shoulders. It was Greg. The moment everyone recognized him, expressions of disbelief spread across their faces. "What the hell?" "Isn't that Claire's useless son-in-law?" "The live-in loser?" "What is he doing here?" "He actually dares to interfere?" The crowd looked at one another in confusion. Greg had always been known as the family's most insignificant member. He had no money, no influence, and certainly no reputation worth mentioning. How could someone like him have the courage to challenge these vicious men? Even Mac, the strongest among them, had already been beaten to the ground. What chance did Greg possibly have? Ignoring every mocking gaze directed at him, Greg calmly walked toward the center. Th

The moment Craig spoke, one of the huge men stepped forward without hesitation. His movement was so fast that the surrounding crowd barely had time to register what was happening. In an instant, he closed the distance between himself and Mac. His hand shot out and seized Mac violently by the hair, yanking him forward with brutal force. Mac’s head snapped downward as pain shot through his scalp. Before he could even understand the situation, another force struck him—heavy, sharp, and humiliating. A slap landed across his face. Then another. And another. The sound of each impact echoed through the tense air like cracks of thunder, cutting through the silence that had once filled the space. The man’s voice followed immediately, booming with fury. “You’ve got some nerve trying to threaten Craig Williams! Do you want to die right here and now?!” His words were not merely a warning. They carried a chilling certainty, as though the outcome had already been decided if Mac resis

Craig Williams listened to the report from the guard in silence for a few seconds. The name “Crawford” echoed in his mind briefly, like a distant sound that failed to register as anything significant. Then he scoffed. It was a cold, dismissive sound that immediately revealed his stance. He leaned back in his leather chair, swirling the drink in his glass slowly, as though the matter being reported to him was no more important than a minor inconvenience. The Crawford family in Belton did have some influence, that much was undeniable. Their name carried weight in certain circles, and they had built a respectable reputation over time. But to Craig, reputation only mattered when it surpassed his own. And in his mind, nothing did. A faint smirk formed on his lips as he placed the glass down carefully on the table. “So what if it’s the Crawfords?” he said casually, almost amused by the idea. His tone carried a subtle arrogance, as though the very mention of the name was something

The large, intimidating guards stood their ground for a few seconds longer, scanning Mac from head to toe as though trying to determine whether he was worth listening to. One of them squinted as if trying to place him in his memory. Another slowly folded his arms, clearly unimpressed. They did not appreciate being ordered around, especially not by someone they considered an outsider. For a brief moment, no one spoke. The tension stretched thin in the air. But then, Claire stepped forward aggressively, her heels striking the ground with sharp urgency. Her voice cut through the space instantly. “Are you all deaf or what? Do you even know who this man is?” She pointed directly at Mac with a proud expression, as though his identity alone should be enough to end the confrontation. “This is Mac Crawford. From the Crawford family. If you think you can ignore him, then you must be ready to lose your jobs today.” Her tone carried complete certainty, as though she personally held

The protesters, who had been shouting angrily moments earlier, suddenly shifted their attention. Whispers broke out almost immediately. “Look at him… he’s so refined and handsome. I wonder which family is fortunate enough to have him as their future son-in-law.” “Just his presence alone screams wealth. This is clearly someone from a powerful background.” “He looks like the kind of man who can solve anything with a single phone call.” Admiration spread quickly through the crowd, replacing tension with curiosity and awe. Mac stepped out of the car slowly, adjusting his cufflinks with calm confidence. His polished shoes hit the ground with deliberate precision, and his presence alone seemed to elevate the atmosphere. All eyes turned toward him. Even those who had been shouting moments earlier now lowered their voices instinctively. Claire, seeing him arrive, felt a surge of pride and relief. She pushed through the crowd quickly and approached him. “Mr Crawford, thank

The room remained silent after Richard's declaration.No one underestimated the gravity of the situation anymore.Richard carefully folded the mysterious letter and placed it back inside the silver case.He then looked at the black stone resting within it."Do not touch it."The order was firm.Caleb immediately stepped back.Donald, however, continued staring at the stone.For some reason, it felt familiar.Not because he had seen it before.Rather, it gave him the same indescribable feeling he experienced whenever he held the Holloway heirloom.Richard noticed his gaze."What do you feel?"Donald answered honestly."It's difficult to explain.""It doesn't feel dangerous.""It feels..."He searched for the right word."...alive."The butler and Caleb exchanged uneasy glances.Richard slowly nodded."I was afraid you would say that."Donald looked at him."You know what it is?""I have a suspicion."Richard walked toward another section of the Crimson Archive.He unlocked an old oak c

The shrill sound of the security alarms echoed throughout the Holloway estate.Red warning lights flashed along the underground corridor, bathing the Crimson Archive in an eerie glow.For a brief moment, no one spoke.Richard Holloway calmly closed the cabinet and locked it.His years of experience showed in his composure.He turned to Donald."This is why I kept you away from this life."Donald tightened his grip on the communicator."I've already been dragged into it."Richard gave a faint nod."Yes.""And now there's no turning back."The butler listened to another report through his earpiece."Master, the intruders have not breached the main gate.""They're simply waiting."Richard frowned."They're observing."Caleb looked puzzled."Why would they just wait?"Richard answered quietly."Because professionals rarely attack without understanding their target.""They're testing our response."Donald stepped toward the staircase."Let's go up."Richard stopped him with a raised hand.

Caleb wasted no time.Within ten minutes, a sleek black luxury sedan rolled to the front of Donald's mansion.The security team had already inspected the vehicle, while two escort SUVs waited behind it.Caleb stepped out of the driver's seat."Sir, everything is ready."Donald nodded.He turned toward the front door just as Ivy hurried outside.She had overheard part of the conversation with the messenger and immediately sensed that something was wrong."Donald."He stopped and looked at her."I have to see my father."Ivy walked closer."Is it serious?"Donald smiled reassuringly."I believe so."She looked at the convoy waiting outside."You've only recently reunited with him, and now he's sending urgent messages."Donald nodded."He wouldn't do this without a good reason."Ivy hesitated."Can I come with you?"Donald gently took her hands."I'd rather you stayed here.""I'll have additional security around the house.""If anything unusual happens, call Caleb immediately."Caleb smi

Three days later...Life appeared to have returned to normal.Donald resumed managing DeGrand Corporation.Ivy gradually regained her peace of mind after the frightening attacks.The Kessington family remained unusually quiet.Even Adrian had stopped making any obvious moves.To everyone else, it looked as though the storm had finally passed.But Donald knew better.People who harbored hatred rarely gave up overnight.Deep within an old estate on the outskirts of the country...An elderly man dressed in a black traditional robe sat quietly inside a spacious study.His white hair reached his shoulders, and his sharp eyes scanned an old leather-bound book lying open on his desk.The room was filled with ancient paintings, maps, and shelves containing centuries-old artifacts.A younger man hurried into the room.He bowed respectfully."Master."The elderly man looked up."What is it, Victor?"The young man handed him a sealed envelope."Our agents have returned."The elderly man calmly o

Donald remained seated long after Victor had left.His fingers lightly tapped the business card on the desk.Caleb, who had been waiting outside, knocked gently before stepping into the study."Sir?"Donald looked up."Victor has left?""Yes.""He declined the escort and drove away alone."Donald nodded."What do you think of him?"Caleb thought for a moment."I think he's dangerous."Donald raised an eyebrow."Dangerous?""Not because he wants to harm you.""But because he's extremely intelligent.""He found out things that very few people should have been able to uncover."Donald smiled."That's exactly what I was thinking."He stood and walked toward the large window overlooking the gardens."Someone hired him.""Yes, sir.""And if Victor could find me...""...others eventually will."Caleb's expression became serious."I'll strengthen security immediately."Donald nodded."And don't just focus on me."Caleb looked puzzled."Sir?""I want additional security around Ivy as well."Ca

Donald tightened his grip on the phone.His father's words echoed in his mind."There are people who have spent decades searching for that heirloom."He looked down at the wooden box resting on his desk.The soft golden glow had completely disappeared.The heirloom looked ordinary again.No one would ever guess what it contained.Donald finally broke the silence."Father...""Who are these people?"Richard sighed deeply."I wish I could answer that question completely.""What do you mean?""I've spent years trying to identify every person involved.""And?""I've only found pieces."Donald frowned."Then tell me the pieces."Richard slowly stood from his chair on the other end of the line and walked toward the large window of his mansion."When your grandfather was alive...""...our family wasn't just wealthy.""We were guardians."Donald narrowed his eyes."Guardians?""Yes.""The heirloom has been passed down through generations.""It was never meant to be displayed.""It was never m