Novels by Ofu

“Are you out of your mind?”Kitara’s voice cut through the loft like a blade. “You want to walk into a trap… set by my sister who might be working with Tom West?”Mark didn’t turn from the window. The city stretched before him, restless and alive, but beneath it all, he could feel the shift in the invisible current of a game far bigger than anything he had stepped into before. “It’s not a trap,” he said quietly.Kitara let out a sharp, incredulous laugh. “Oh, really? Then what do you call a mysterious message from a woman who’s supposed to be dead, telling you to meet her in a place that doesn’t even make sense?”Mark finally turned. “A move.”The room fell silent. Rafe leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “He’s not wrong,” he said. “If she wanted you dead, she wouldn’t invite you. She’d just pull the trigger.”Juno nodded slowly. “This feels like… a test. Or recruitment.”Kitara’s eyes hardened. “Or manipulation.”Mark stepped forward, his expression calm but resolute. “Every move

The fire consuming Kitara Vale’s headquarters burned like a declaration of war. From the loft’s shattered surveillance system, the live feed flickered orange flames clawing up glass walls, black smoke choking the skyline. Sirens wailed in the distance, but Mark Lawson knew better than to believe help was coming. Not tonight. Not in this game.Tom West didn’t start fires for destruction. He started them for distraction. Mark stood still, eyes locked on the screen, his mind moving faster than the chaos around him.Every instinct told him this wasn’t random. It was calculated. Precise. A move designed to split their focus. Divide them, Break them, Control them.Kitara’s breathing had gone uneven, her gaze fixed on the burning building. “My servers… my financial records… everything is in there,” she said, her voice tight, barely holding together.Mark didn’t look at her. “Not everything,” he said quietly.That got her attention. “What do you mean?” she snapped, turning to him.Mark finall

The night air was thick with danger, but Mark Lawson felt a strange clarity. Every chase, every threat, every shadow now had a purpose. Tom West had escalated the war, but Mark knew one thing: the delivery boy was no longer playing defensively.Kitara Vale parked the car in a dimly lit underground garage, hidden beneath one of the city’s abandoned warehouses.The space smelled of concrete, oil, and dust. A faint hum of electrical wires filled the air. It was the kind of place where secrets could hide and where Mark needed to plan his next move.“Safe for now,” Kitara said, her voice tight, scanning the perimeter. “But this is only temporary. They’ll find us if we stay too long.”Mark nodded, eyes already roaming the dark corners of the garage. “We need information. And we need allies. Tom’s reach is… unprecedented.”Kitara raised an eyebrow. “And you think you can infiltrate that?”Mark smirked faintly. “Not me. We.”Before Kitara could ask what he meant, a door at the far end of the

The city lights outside glimmered like distant stars, indifferent to the chaos brewing below in the hidden corners of the underground world.Mark Lawson had thought victory would bring relief. That tonight, after humiliating Tom West in front of the entire gambling elite, he could finally breathe. He was wrong.Even as he walked alongside Kitara Vale toward the exit of the underground casino, a sense of unease clung to him like a second skin.The air was thick with whispered conversations and eyes that followed every step he took. Tom West’s defeat wasn’t merely a loss; it was a provocation. And the world Tom ruled wasn’t the forgiving type.Kitara glanced at him. “You know he won’t let this go, right?” she asked, her voice low, almost a hiss. Her sharp heels clicked against the marble floor, echoing like a warning.Mark said nothing. He remembered the moment at the table, the calm, unreadable stare Tom had given him. That smile, so small yet terrifying, had promised one thing: reveng

The hum of the city above seemed distant, muffled by the reinforced walls of the underground casino. Even though Tom West had left, his presence lingered in the room like a storm cloud that refused to pass.Mark stood by the gambling table, the four Kings laid neatly before him. Each card represented more than victory; it was proof that he had survived humiliation, survived fear, and for the first time, survived power. Yet, a strange chill ran down his spine.He had expected relief, maybe even celebration. Instead, he felt the weight of anticipation. Something was coming, he could feel it in the silence that followed Tom’s departure.Kitara walked slowly toward him, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. Her sharp eyes were no longer the intimidating gaze of a billionaire CEO. They were calculating, curious, almost cautious.“You did something incredible,” she said softly, almost reverently. “I’ve seen a lot of gamblers… professionals, legends even. But none… none like yo

The casino erupted into chaos. Voices overlapped in every direction. “That’s impossible!”“Tom West lost?!”“The delivery boy actually won!”Mark stood beside the gambling table, staring down at the four Kings still spread across the polished surface. The cards looked ordinary.But they had just changed everything. Across the table, Tom West remained seated. His laughter had faded, but the faint smile still lingered on his lips. “You’re quiet,” Tom said calmly.Mark looked at him. “Shouldn’t I be?”Tom leaned back in his chair again, folding his hands in front of him as if nothing had happened. “Most people would be celebrating right now.”Mark glanced around the room. The men who had mocked him earlier now avoided his gaze. Even the guards looked uncertain. “I’m still waiting,” Mark replied.“For what?”“For you to keep your word.”The room fell silent again. Tom studied him carefully. Then he sighed softly. “You really are an interesting young man.”He gestured toward Mark’s parents