Novels by Sïr Mïlës

“Please, enjoy yourselves as we await the entrance of the new chairman and leader of the Nightingale Group of Companies." The speaker gave one final sentence before leaving the stage.The golden glow of the chandeliers poured over the marble hall like molten light. Guests clustered near the banquet tables, voices rising with laughter and the faint chime of crystal glasses.Jamie Darwin was once again at the center of attention. Surrounded by businessmen and young heirs, he wore that same confident smirk that had always grated on Manuel’s nerves. Beside him, Lisa’s laughter was soft and polished, every gesture rehearsed to perfection.They looked untouchable.Manuel stood a few meters away, silent, watching them. His presence didn’t draw attention this time—until Lisa’s sharp, sugary voice cut through the chatter.“Well, well,” she said loudly, enough for nearby guests to hear. “If it isn’t my ex. Still pretending to belong here, Manuel?”A few heads turned. Jamie folded his arms, grin

Lisa and Jamie stood frozen long after Manuel disappeared into the private elevator. The echo of his footsteps still lingered in the marble hall, cutting through the heavy silence that had fallen over everyone.Jamie’s jaw clenched, his face pale with disbelief. “What the hell was that…? Why did that old man bow to him like that?”Lisa’s pulse raced. “I— I don’t know,” she stammered. “It doesn’t make sense. He must’ve tricked him somehow. There’s no way—”Her words died as the senior manager, Voss, turned sharply toward them.“You two,” he said coldly. “Out.”Jamie blinked. “What?”“I said,” Voss repeated, voice like a blade, “Get. Out. This is a restricted floor. You have no authorization to be here.”Lisa recovered first, forcing a shaky smile. “Sir, there must be a misunderstanding. We’re here as guests for the anniversary—”“Then wait in the designated lobby like everyone else,” Voss snapped. “And be grateful I don’t report you for interfering in internal affairs.”Jamie bristled,

The echo of that slap still seemed to linger in the air. The security guard lay dazed against the marble wall, the imprint of Manuel’s palm bright on his cheek.Gasps rippled through the lobby. A few employees instinctively backed away, unsure whether to call more security or pretend they hadn’t seen anything.Lisa’s eyes widened in shock. “He actually hit him…”Jamie’s disbelief quickly turned into a sneer. “You’re dead, Reeves. Do you have any idea where you are? This is Nightingale Group headquarters, not some back alley you can throw punches in!”Manuel’s gaze remained calm, almost detached. “Then maybe your people should learn to behave accordingly.”Before Jamie could retort, the rapid click of leather shoes approached.“What’s going on here?”A man in a tailored gray suit strode toward them, his expression tight with annoyance. His nametag read Richard Lane – Lobby Manager. Two assistants trailed behind him, tablets in hand.The injured guard scrambled up and pointed accusingly

The lobby of Nightingale’s headquarters gleamed beneath the morning sun. The marble floors, towering glass walls, and a massive Nightingale emblem embedded in silver across the far wall were definitely attractive enough to make one stare a little too long.Employees moved briskly about, the air alive with anticipation for the anniversary celebration to come.Manuel walked through the main entrance, his steps calm, his gaze steady. To everyone else, he was just another sharply dressed guest arriving early, but to him, this place already felt like something more. It was his after all. But no one had to know that, did they? Maybe not yet.Then came the familiar, grating voice. He'd acted like he didn't see them so he would avoid what was about to happen.“Well, look who crawled back.”Jamie Darwin’s tone dripped with mockery. He stood with one hand tucked casually into his pocket, the other resting on Lisa’s waist. She looked radiant — hair done, dress expensive — but the moment her eyes

Evening slowly draped the city in silver and neon, but the Stones residence was ablaze with light.Lisa sat in the living room, her mother pacing before her while her sister lounged nearby, scrolling through her phone.“Mother,” Lisa said quietly, “I already told you, I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”Mrs. Stones stopped pacing, her jeweled hand resting on her hip. “You’d better. That insolent boy made a fool of us today. Imagine, parading around with some rich woman to buy the herb we needed! If the Darwins find out, it’ll be humiliating.”Lisa’s jaw tightened. “Jamie won’t let it go unpunished.”Her sister looked up, grinning. “Oh? Planning to let your boyfriend rough him up in public?”“Not rough him up,” Lisa said coldly. “Just remind him where he belongs.”Her mother nodded approvingly. “That’s more like it. The Darwin family is hosting us at the Nightingale anniversary, aren’t they? It’s the perfect opportunity.”Lisa’s lips curved faintly. “Jamie’s father has already received wor

The silence in the apothecary was heavy, frozen by the presence of the woman who had just entered.Laura Ivanovich’s heels clicked once against the marble floor — sharp, deliberate — and even that sound carried authority. Her eyes, cool as winter steel, swept across the room. The clerk flinched under her gaze; the manager looked as if he’d been turned to stone.“Manuel,” she said, her voice smooth but edged with displeasure. “Why haven’t you gotten what you came for?”The words alone were enough to shift the entire power dynamic. She didn’t even glance at the others. Her focus was entirely on him.Manuel straightened slightly, keeping his tone calm. “There seems to be a misunderstanding. They didn’t want to accept the payment. Something about… credibility.”Laura turned slowly, her expression cooling further with every second. “I see.”Her gaze landed on the manager — who immediately straightened, mistaking her fury for the typical impatience of a demanding socialite.“My apologies, m