Novels by Decency Fiction

The atmosphere inside Diamond Global’s executive tower remained tense even after Jared’s charges had officially been dismissed.Employees moved carefully across the massive trading floors beneath the towering glass ceilings, speaking in quieter tones than usual while media speculation continued flooding financial networks across the country. Security presence had doubled overnight. Analysts monitored internal systems relentlessly while legal teams occupied nearly every conference room inside the upper executive levels.Nobody trusted the calm.Not after the last forty-eight hours.Jared stood inside the executive boardroom overlooking downtown West Angeles, one hand resting against the polished edge of the conference table while financial projections rotated slowly across the holographic display before him.Stock recovery had started.Slowly.But not fast enough.The attempted murder accusations and media frenzy had shaken investor confidence harder than Diamond Global publicly admitt

The penthouse remained silent long after midnight.West Angeles stretched endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights shimmering beneath the lingering rainstorm while distant traffic crawled across the wet highways like glowing veins beneath the darkness. Damien Stone stood near the glass with one hand tucked into his pocket, his expression unreadable as multiple news broadcasts played silently across the screens behind him.Every single one carried Jared Diamond’s face.“—all charges connected to the attempted murder investigation against Jared Diamond have officially been dismissed following the emergence of new forensic inconsistencies—”“—sources within the district attorney’s office now confirm evidence tampering—”“—questions are now being raised regarding how such a coordinated manipulation entered official police systems without detection—”Damien muted the televisions with a sharp press of the remote before the reporters could continue.The sudden silence o

The cabin still carried the weight of everything that had just been decided.Brad had agreed to leave.Not because he wanted to, but because staying meant becoming another target in a war he was no longer sure he understood. Outside, Ethan’s team coordinated quietly with the escort unit, preparing documents and transport routes under layers of encryption meant to erase Brad’s footprint from the system entirely.Inside, the fire burned low.Jared stood near it, unmoving, his coat still half-damp from the earlier drive. His eyes stayed fixed on the flames, though his thoughts were elsewhere entirely.Brad sat on the couch behind him, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor like it might give him answers it refused to offer.The silence between them wasn’t hostile anymore.It was exhausted.Ethan entered a few minutes later, closing the door carefully behind him. The cold air followed him in briefly before the cabin sealed itself again. He looked like he had been working nonsto

The safehouse sat nearly forty minutes outside West Angeles hidden deep behind a private forestry route most people would never notice from the highway.No street signs.No visible security posts.No external lighting beyond the dim lantern fixed beside the isolated cabin entrance.Exactly the kind of place Ethan preferred using when situations became dangerous enough to disappear people quietly.Brad Trodman sat near the far side of the living room wrapped in a dark blanket despite the warmth from the fireplace nearby. The bruising across his face looked worse now beneath proper lighting. His left arm remained bandaged heavily while exhaustion hollowed out the rest of him completely.He looked like someone who had not truly relaxed once since the attack. Probably because he hadn’t.The front door opened quietly, Brad immediately stiffened as Jared stepped inside.For several seconds neither of them spoke.Rainwater still clung faintly to Jared’s coat from the drive there while Ethan

The glass shattered violently against the far wall.Everyone inside the penthouse office flinched.Damien Stone stood near the massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking downtown West Angeles, his chest rising unevenly with restrained fury while whiskey dripped slowly down the dark marble wall where the crystal tumbler had exploded seconds earlier.Nobody spoke.Not the two security men near the entrance.Not the trembling assistant frozen beside the conference table.Not even Victor Hale, the attorney sitting quietly across the room pretending not to notice Damien’s temper unraveling by the minute.The atmosphere inside the penthouse had become dangerous hours ago.Damien dragged a frustrated hand through his hair before turning sharply away from the city skyline. “Explain to me,” he said coldly, “how Jared Diamond keeps surviving everything we throw at him.”Nobody answered immediately.Victor finally adjusted his glasses carefully. “Technically, the situation still favors us.”Da

The livestream lasted only nineteen seconds before cutting out again.But nineteen seconds was enough to change the entire atmosphere inside Diamond Global’s operations center.Brad Trodman’s bruised face remained frozen across the central display long after the feed disappeared, his swollen eyes staring weakly into the camera while dried blood stained the side of his jaw. The room had gone completely silent except for the constant clicking of keyboards and the low hum of the servers beneath the executive floor.Becky stood near Jared now, one arm wrapped tightly around herself as if trying to physically contain her fear. She had not moved since the livestream ended.“He looked conscious,” she whispered shakily.“He was,” Ethan replied without looking away from his screens. “Barely.”Jared’s expression remained cold as he stared at the frozen image of Brad. His mind was already moving ahead of the panic, piecing together Damien’s strategy carefully.The livestream was deliberate.Ever