Novels by Soloxy Daniels

“Yes, sir,” Alex replied before Mr. Wilson left the room. As the door closed behind him, Alex’s thoughts turned dark. You thought you could make me suffer by pushing me out of your life. I’ll make you see what real pain feels like, he thought, his eyes cold as he recalled the confrontation at the office.Ring, ring, ring!Alex picked up his phone, which was still wrapped in a rubber band. If Mr. Wilson had seen this disarray, he would have been shocked.“Come to this location, which I will text you now,” Mr. Wilson’s voice came through the line, urgent and commanding.“I’m not interested,” Alex said, ready to hang up.“It’s important. You need to come here now,” Mr. Wilson insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument.Confused, Alex hesitated. What could be so urgent? “Okay,” he finally relented, hanging up the phone. Moments later, a location pinged on his screen.“It seems like a restaurant,” Alex muttered as he read the destination. He stood up, determined to find out what this

“He needs to earn it. If everything is handed to him on a silver platter, he won’t cherish it,” Mr. Wilson said sharply, his gaze fixed on the path leading to Alex’s room. “I know he may hate me for this, but I’m doing it for his own good,” he added, a hint of resolve in his voice.That Evening“Alex, it’s time for dinner,” old man Cole called gently as he knocked on the door.“Okay,” Alex replied, opening the door and stepping out.In the dining room, the atmosphere was tense. Mr. Wilson sat at the head of the table, flanked by Liam, a woman Alex didn’t recognize, and Leah.“What is she doing here?” Alex asked, taking a seat next to Leah.“Before we dig into the dinner Leah prepared, I’d like to make an announcement,” Mr. Wilson said, glancing around the table.“First, I’d like to introduce my first son, who has been missing for many years now—Alex,” old man Cole said with a proud smile.Alex merely stared blankly at him. Liam and the woman beside him exchanged surprised glances.“Oh

“Okay,” Alex replied, understanding old man Cole’s concerns. It was his first time visiting the company, and he knew the importance of making a good first impression. They arrived at a luxurious mall and quickly made their way to the clothing section.A male worker approached them with a welcoming smile. “Welcome to the King’s Mall. What can I assist you with today?”“We’re shopping for business attire—suits, shoes, and accessories for him,” old man Cole said, gesturing toward Alex.“Great! Do you have a specific brand in mind, or would you like some recommendations?” the worker asked.“Feel free to recommend,” Alex said, eager to see what the mall had to offer.“Let me take your measurements first,” the worker said, moving with professional efficiency. Within a minute, he was done. “Please follow me.”He led them to a section filled with exquisite business suits. Rows of tailored garments in shades of charcoal, navy, and black lined the racks, each exuding sophistication and luxury.

With the angry sounds echoing in the background, Alex sensed a commotion brewing. “Where else did you expect me to be?” he replied, his voice laced with irritation. “Dad was freaking out after I told him about the divorce and you leaving. I need you to come home and explain everything to him. In return, you’ll get paid for your service and accommodation. It’s already raining, and it’s going to be cold outside,” Rachel insisted over the phone.As he listened to her, Alex squeezed the phone tightly, his anger boiling over. She showed no remorse for her actions and instead sought to manipulate him for her own benefit. “What a despicable and shameless woman,” he thought angrily. “Leaving your house means I’ve cut all ties with you. Solve your problems yourself, and don’t you dare call this number again, or you’ll regret it,” he warned.“Are you kidding me right now? Threatening me?” Rachel scoffed, her voice dripping with mockery. “Listen, I’m giving you a chance, but you want to be stub

*Flashback*In a dark, abandoned house, a little boy sat on the cold floor, his hands bound by a rope and his eyes covered by a blindfold. The air was thick with tension as a group of men loomed over him, their presence instilling a fear so profound that he dared not breathe too loudly.A lighter flicked open, and the sharp sound of fire ignited the silence. One of the men took a deep drag from his cigarette, the acrid smoke curling into the air. The boy coughed, irritation mixing with fear as the smoke invaded his lungs.“Hey, there’s a child here,” another man said, snatching the cigarette from the first and extinguishing it underfoot.“His father should have known his son was missing. We should give him a call now,” one of the men suggested, and the others nodded in agreement.They dialed a number, and it connected almost immediately.“Good day, Mr. Wilson,” they greeted, their laughter echoing with a sinister undertone.“Who is this?” came the voice on the other end, laced with co

The next day, Rachel headed to work as usual, dressed in a sleek black shirt and skirt that accentuated her professional demeanor. Meanwhile, Alex made his way to the market, determined to find a valid reason to visit her at the office. He knew that simply showing up unannounced wouldn’t grant him entry, so he decided that preparing a homemade lunch would be the perfect excuse. After gathering the necessary ingredients with his saved-up money, he returned home, where he found that Rachel’s parents had already left, leaving him alone.With care, he prepared the meal, packaging it neatly in a small lunchbox adorned with a delicate flower design. Feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, he set out for Rachel’s workplace. As he arrived, he was greeted by the familiar sight of the two security guards at the entrance. They recognized him but maintained their professionalism.“Stop there,” one of the guards said, his tone firm.“Good morning, gentlemen,” Alex replied with a gentle smile,