Novels by Dorchester

The silence on the phone seemed to stretch forever.Ivy watched Donald's face carefully.“Donald?”He finally spoke.“Alex, repeat that.”Alexander's voice came through the phone.“She named the person behind the operation.”“Who?”Alexander took a deep breath.“She says it's someone who has been close to your family for years.”Donald tightened his grip on the phone.“And the name?”Another pause.“It's Mr. Harrington.”Donald froze.Ivy immediately noticed.“What?”Donald looked at her.“Harrington.”Ivy's eyes widened.“My family?”Alexander quickly added, “Don't jump to conclusions. The woman didn't provide enough evidence to prove that he personally ordered everything.”Donald remained silent.Ivy's face had gone pale.“My father?”“We don't know,” Donald said.“But why would he do something like this?”“I don't know.”Donald immediately thought back to everything that had happened since he married Ivy.The strange business offers.The people who had suddenly appeared around him.

Donald kept his eyes fixed on Ivy.Although fear was burning inside him, he refused to let it show.The man standing between them noticed his silence and smiled.“Have you made your decision?”Donald slowly nodded.“Yes.”Ivy immediately understood the look in her husband's eyes.Something about it was different.Donald was frightened for her, but he wasn't defeated.“I'll resign,” he said.The man smiled.“I knew you would make the sensible choice.”“But I have one condition.”The man's smile faded slightly.“What condition?”“I want Ivy released first.”The man laughed.“You're still trying to negotiate?”“I've agreed to resign.”“And you expect me to trust you?”Donald looked at him calmly.“You have my word.”“Your word isn't enough.”“Then what do you want?”The man took out his phone.“Tomorrow morning, the board will receive your resignation letter. You will announce publicly that you are stepping down for personal reasons.”Donald nodded.“And then?”“You will leave the compan

Donald rushed out of the boardroom with Alexander directly behind him.“Call the security team,” Donald said.“I already did.”“I want people at the house immediately.”“They're on their way.”Donald got into his car, and Alexander entered beside him.The moment the engine started, Donald called Ivy again.No answer.He tried once more.Still nothing.His jaw tightened.“She always answers me.”Alexander looked at him.“Don't assume the worst.”“I can't.”Donald pressed the accelerator.His mind raced through every possibility.The stolen files.The strange woman.The internal executive.The mysterious man.And now Ivy was not answering her phone.Everything seemed to be happening at once.“Alex.”“Yes?”“Call the house.”Alexander did.The call went through.No one answered.He tried again.Nothing.Donald gripped the steering wheel tighter.“Something is wrong.”“We'll find out.”As they approached the house, Donald saw two security vehicles already parked outside.His heart sank.H

The room became completely silent after Donald read the message.Jane stared at him and Alexander slowly stood.“Are you sure?”Donald nodded.“My investigator says they have evidence.”Alexander's expression hardened.“Then we need to know what she has been planning.”Donald looked at Jane.“And we need to understand how far this goes.”Jane wiped the tears from her face.“Will you report me?”Donald looked at her for a long moment.“That depends on what happens next.”Jane lowered her head.“I deserve to face the consequences of what I did.”“Yes,” Donald said quietly. “You do.”She nodded.“But I don't want anyone else getting hurt.”Donald walked toward the door.“Neither do I.”Alexander followed him.Jane suddenly called out.“Donald.”He stopped.She hesitated before speaking.“I am sorry.”Donald looked back at her.“I know.”Then he walked away.Alexander followed him outside.Once they reached the car, Alexander turned to his brother.“What are you going to do?”“Find out wh

The moment Jane ended the call with Jason, she remained standing in the middle of her apartment, staring at the phone in her hand.Her mind was racing.You were never the real target.The words kept repeating in her head.If Donald was the real target, then who had been manipulating her?And why?Jane suddenly remembered the mysterious man who had contacted her days earlier. At the time, she had dismissed him as someone trying to take advantage of her desperation. But now his words seemed different.He had known she wanted Donald.He had known about her anger toward Ivy.He had known details she had never told him.And he had offered to help her.Jane's stomach tightened.She quickly searched through her phone for the number.It was still there.She stared at it.Then she made a decision.She called.The phone rang once.Twice.Three times.Then someone answered.“You shouldn't have called me.”Jane's voice trembled.“Who are you?”“You already know enough.”“No, I don't!”“You know m

The silence that followed Alexander’s call was heavier than anything he had said before.Donald watched his brother carefully.“Alex,” he said, “who was that?”Alexander slowly lowered his phone.“It was someone I trusted.”Ivy frowned.“Who?”Alexander looked at Donald.“I don't want to accuse him without hearing his explanation.”Donald stood up.“Then let's hear it.”Alexander shook his head.“Not tonight.”“Why?”“Because if he is involved, we need to know exactly what we're dealing with before confronting him.”Donald understood.He had learned the same lesson from his own investigator: suspicion was not proof.“Fine,” he said. “But I want to know everything you know.”“You will.”Alexander picked up his jacket.“I'll contact you tomorrow.”After he left, Ivy turned toward Donald.“Do you think he's right?”“I don't know.”“But you have a feeling.”Donald sighed.“Yes.”“What kind of feeling?”“That whatever is happening is much bigger than Jane.”Ivy became quiet.For weeks, she

Greg dropped to both knees in front of Greg. Thud! The sound echoed across the compound. He needed no one to tell him that if he didn't heed to Greg's commands, he could just finish him the way he had finished his guards who were lying on the floor, almost lifeless. The protesters gasped collectively. Mac Crawford's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Claire's placard slipped from her fingers and landed on the ground. Even the company executives behind Craig looked completely stunned. Their boss... The feared Craig Williams had actually knelt before an ordinary-looking young man. Craig lowered his head respectfully. "Sir, I sincerely apologize. I was blind." The surrounding crowd looked as though they had stopped breathing. Greg remained expressionless. "I asked you to return their money." Craig nodded repeatedly. "Yes, immediately." He sprang to his feet and turned sharply toward his employees. "What are all of you standing there for? Open the accoun

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.

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