Novels by Lynn Lin

The cold air of the underground garage hit her like a physical blow.Elise stumbled toward her red Ferrari, slamming the door shut.Her breath came in ragged, shallow gasps.With trembling hands, she tapped on her contacts list.Ryan. Ryan. Ryan.Aside from that one name, a jolt of terror went through her.She didn't have a single person who could act as a link to him.Friends? Did he even have any?In three years of marriage, she had never once stepped into his social circle.She couldn't recall him ever mentioning a specific name.Whenever he tried to share the mundane details of his day, she would cut him off with an impatient sigh before launching into a monologue about Nexora’s financial reports.In the balance sheet she called a "home," Ryan’s friends, hobbies, and social life were all categorized as "non-essential assets."They had been ruthlessly written off."Dammit!"Elise let out a frantic scream. She began to dial the main lines for every major hospital in Hayden City."He

A week passed.Ryan stood by the window of his VIP suite, rotating his shoulder.He could feel the shift in his muscles; the wounds had nearly closed, and his strength had returned.St. Mary’s top-floor suite lived up to its reputation.With the city’s best medical resources at his disposal, his recovery was moving faster than he had dared to hope.His routine over the past week had been clinical. Rigorous.Early morning rehab followed by hours buried in financial texts and global market news.The instincts he had suppressed for years were waking up. Candlestick charts. Financial statements. Market analysis.He hadn't forgotten a thing; he had just kept it all in a box, locked away in the dark.Ryan flipped a page of Market Wizards. A faint smirk touched his lips.Once he walked out of here, he wasn't just finding a job—he was building an empire.With his talent, carving a path through the financial world wouldn’t be a challenge. He had sacrificed everything for Elise.He had played

Hayden University. Finance Department.The afternoon sun spilled across the courtyard in front of the teaching building.A girl lowered her phone and let out a soft sigh.She had beautiful blonde hair.It cascaded over her shoulders, contrasting perfectly with her plain white dress.She looked fresh. Radiant.An emerald hairclip was pinned in her hair—shaped like a firefly. It shimmered faintly in the light.She clutched a few thick finance textbooks to her chest and just stood there, silently.Olivia Wells.The eldest daughter of the Wells family. Nicholas Wells' only child.She was a top student at Hayden University, majoring in finance.The guys walking past were all stealing glances at her.Some even turned their heads after walking by.She was too striking—the undisputed beauty of the campus.The most popular girl in school.Another girl came running up to her.She was pretty, too—refined features and a tall frame—but standing next to Olivia, she seemed to fade into the backgroun

Elise finally tapped on the chat window.The chat history between them was stuck on a message from three days ago:"Baby, there's an emergency call. I'll be back late tonight. Make sure to eat properly (^_^). I'll bring you those pastries from the old street you love so much on my way back."Looking at that goofy emoticon, a faint, involuntary smile tugged at the corner of Elise's lips. A fleeting warmth rose in her chest.But a split second later, her face went cold."Divorce."The word was a thorn, stabbing ruthlessly into that small pocket of warmth.Elise jerked her fingertips away.The glow of the screen reflected the simmering rage in her eyes.How dare he? How did that firefighter, who never even dared to raise his voice, learn to weaponize silence?"You want me to be the first one to bow? Ryan, you think too highly of yourself."She snorted and slammed the phone face-down on the desk. Grabbing her Hermès bag, she marched out of the officer.The moment she pushed open the front

Nicholas remained silent for a moment, his mind racing.Regarding Ryan's true identity, he decided to keep his mouth shut for now.He needed to touch base with the Old Master in the Capital and confirm the situation before making a move.He adjusted his expression, putting on a look of sincere gratitude."It's nothing, really. I'm just incredibly thankful you saved my life. If you hadn't charged in there, I'd be a dead man."Ryan lay on the bed, his face calm. He gave a faint, detached response."It was just my job."Nicholas smiled and didn't push further.But the respect in his eyes deepened.Ryan wasn't even the firefighter assigned to that sector. He could have ignored it. He could have walked away.But he didn't.He had charged into the inferno without a word, completely disregarding his own safety.That was true character.Nicholas turned and pushed open the door, beckoning the hospital director who was waiting outside."Director Strauss," Nicholas's tone was absolute. "I want h

The VIP suite on the top floor of the hospital was silent, save for the faint, rhythmic hiss of the humidifier.Nicholas Wells stared intensely at the top-secret file the butler had just handed him.The paper was crisp—evidently "dug up" from the core database using the highest level of clearance in record time."Name: Ryan Sinclair. Left the Capital twenty years ago..."The butler's voice was trembling."Sir, there's no mistake. The blood type, the dark red birthmark on his collarbone... it all matches.""It's really him..."Nicholas's thumb brushed over the photo in the file. The young man in the picture looked handsome but possessed a certain stubborn edge. Nicholas's eyes reddened instantly."Thank God... It's been over a decade. I thought I'd take this regret to my grave.""The Little Young Master of the Grant family... the titans of the Capital's business world. I never expected to find him here, in this small coastal city."The butler stood by, dumbfounded. In his memory, Nicho