Novels by CrasedWrit

The entire hall stood frozen after Queen’s announcement. No one moved. No one blinked. Everyone just stared at Marcus like he had suddenly turned into something unreal. Their brains couldn’t even process the idea. Marcus? The same Marcus they mocked? The one they treated like a stray dog? He was the heir?Some students swallowed hard, their legs shaking. Others rubbed their eyes twice, thinking maybe it was some prank. A few even shook their heads stubbornly, refusing to believe what they heard. It felt impossible. It felt wrong. It felt like the world had suddenly flipped upside down.But Queen’s serious face… her bow… her cold tone… everything confirmed it. This wasn’t a joke. This wasn’t hype. This wasn’t a mistake. They had humiliated the heir of Cent Corporation. They had slapped their own destinies by treating him like garbage.Fred was the most shaken. His eyes darted left and right, panic spreading through him like fire. His swollen cheek still burned from Queen’s slap, but

Fred stood frozen where Queen left him, face burning, pride bleeding. Around him, whispers stabbed like needles. Every glance felt like a punch to his gut.He forced a shaky confidence and braced himself.He couldn’t stay embarrassed.Not when Marcus, Marcus of all people, receiving praise from Cent Corporation.Not when everyone was staring at him like he was trash.No!!!Fred refused it.He straightened his shirt, wiped his sweaty forehead, and plastered on that pretentious fake confidence he always used to mask his insecurity.“I'm not done,” he muttered under his breath. “I won't let that fool upstage me.”The crowd watched him with as Fred marched toward Queen. She was still talking quietly with Marcus, her expression firm but respectful, something she gave nobody else in the entire hall.Fred forced his way into the space between them.Queen didn’t even bother to look at him at first.“Ma’am,” Fred said, voice dripping with arrogance. “I think there’s something you need to kno

Marcus frowned, but he stayed calm and unfazed.The entire room wanted a reaction from him, fear, shame, anger, but he didn’t give them anything. His stillness made some of them even more annoyed.Just then, the entire lobby shifted.A sleek black car pulled up outside, long polished, the kind only the elite rode in. Two bodyguards stepped out first, tall and broad, scanning the area like a presidential escort.And then she walked in.A lady so stunning the room froze mid-breath. Her skin was milk neat and her shape was perfect and something to die for.The men already having all the wildest imaginations in their heads. She wasn’t just pretty, she carried herself like someone born above the clouds. Slim dress, sharp heels, cold expression, beauty that hit like a slap.Heads whipped toward her and mouths continued to drop.She was ten times more beautiful than anything they had ever seen live.Even the manager gasped.“Q-Queen?” he stuttered under his breath.Whispers spread like wil

The lobby exploded with whispers the moment everyone noticed Marcus from Jane's screech. Heads snapped toward him, eyes narrowing, mouths curling.“Is that Marcus?”“He looks like he crawled out of the gutter.”“Why’s he here? Broke people shouldn’t enter this place.”“Maybe he came to beg for leftovers.”Laughter rolled through the room, sharp and cruel. Phones tilted toward him like they were recording a wild animal. A girl even hissed, “Someone call security. Poverty is contagious.”Marcus clenched his jaw but kept walking. He didn’t look left or right.He wasn’t here for drama. He wasn’t here for anybody.He just wanted breakfast and quiet.But the universe hated him today.Fred swallowed hard. His fear lasted all of two seconds before he smothered it with arrogance. His shoulders lifted, and that sinister smirk came crawling back onto his lips.“Well,” he said, licking his teeth, “seems the universe forgot to take out its trash.”She let out a slow, amused laugh.“Wow,” she snee

Marcus sat upright on the hospital bed, eyes fixed on Duke like the world had suddenly tilted under him. Everything felt unreal, the bright white walls, the polished tiles, the quiet hum of machines. He still didn’t understand how he ended up in the most expensive hospital in the entire city, and why a powerful old man was calling him “young master.”Duke could read the confusion on Marcus’s face. He moved closer with slow, deliberate steps, steps that carried authority, age, and something even heavier… a sense of loyalty."I understand this's all hard and knew for you but it's the truth and you need to embrace it!" He outlined.Marcus swallowed. His voice cracked when he finally spoke.“Why isn’t my father here then? If he’s really alive… if he’s truly my father… why isn’t he standing right in front of me?”"Why did he send some..."Duke’s expression shifted. His jaw tightened, eyes turning sharp and serious.“Because your father has enemies, young master. Dangerous enemies. Your i

Marcus woke to the sharp smell of disinfectant and the soft beeping of machines. His eyelids twitched before they fully lifted, revealing a white ceiling so clean it practically gleamed. He blinked again, confused, disoriented and his feeling strangely lighter, wrapped in fresh sheets.A soft voice snapped him back.“You’re awake,” a nurse said, smiling warmly. She moved closer, checking an IV line running into his arm. “Don’t worry, you’re safe. Just relax.”But Marcus didn’t relax. His eyes darted around the room, and the shock hit him instantly.This wasn’t a normal hospital room.This room looked like a luxury suite disguised as a medical ward. Gold trim lined the walls. The equipment looked brand new—top of the line. The seats in the corner were the kind CEOs put in executive lounges. Even the air smelled expensive.Marcus’s heart jumped.“This… where am I?” he croaked.“The Royal Crest Medical Center,” the nurse replied with a polite smile.Marcus’s eyes widened. Royal Crest. Th