Novels by Bunie Tomiwa

Alex's phone buzzed violently in his pocket as Yin spread the final documents across the desk. He glanced at the screen, and his heart stopped.John - URGENT: Alex, PLEASE answer! Bella's losing it. She's been crying for three days straight. Says if you don't respond by tonight, she's going to hurt herself. She thinks something terrible happened to you. PLEASE, man. We need you.The message was followed by a photo—Bella, one of the orphan triplets who'd taken him in years ago, sitting on a bathroom floor with hollow, red-rimmed eyes. Her wrists were visible, and Alex's stomach lurched with terror."Alexander? Are you listening?" Rufus's voice sounded distant."I—" Alex's hands trembled as he stared at the image. "The triplets. I need to—""The triplets?" Rufus frowned. "You mean those orphans who gave you shelter when you first left the family?""They saved me." Alex's voice cracked. "When I had nothing—when I was sleeping on park benches and eating from dumpsters—John, Bella, and Mar

Rufus's expression transformed from mild confusion to something dangerous. He stepped fully into the office, his polished shoes clicking against hardwood with measured, threatening precision. The temperature seemed to drop with each step."Mr. Yin." Rufus's voice was silk wrapped around steel. "Did I just witness you attempting to have the heir—the man I've protected for ten years—ARRESTED?"Yin remained on his knees, his body shaking like a leaf in a storm. "Mr. Blackwell, please! It was a misunderstanding! I thought—""You thought WHAT exactly?" Rufus towered over him. "That you could treat Alexander like garbage? Call him a cockroach? A fraud? An insect?" Each word came out sharper than the last. "You run one of our subsidiary companies, Yin. ONE. And you had the AUDACITY to abuse the man who now owns seventy percent of everything you touch?""I didn't know! The machine showed red, and I panicked!""You panicked?" Rufus's laugh was cold enough to freeze blood. "You panicked, so you

The security guards reluctantly stepped back when Rufus's name was mentioned on Alex's call log. Jane's face twisted with fury, but even she couldn't deny the connection. They escorted Alex through the venue's private corridors, stopping at a heavy oak door marked CEO - Private Office.Alex knocked twice."Enter."The office was vast—all dark wood paneling, leather furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. Behind an enormous mahogany desk sat Mr. Yin, a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and a face that radiated self-importance. He glanced up from his tablet, his expression morphing from neutral to disgusted in an instant."Who let this vagrant into my office?" Yin's voice carried the sharp bite of someone used to being obeyed without question. "Security! I said NO interruptions!""Sir, he claims to have an appointment—""An appointment?" Yin's laugh was cruel and mocking. "Look at him! He looks like he crawled out of a dumpster behind a Chinese restaur

The grand entrance of Twins' Hall gleamed under the evening lights, its crystal chandeliers visible even from the street. Alex stood before the same doors where his world had shattered just days ago, holding the ticket Rufus had provided. His hands felt cold despite the mild weather.He approached the reception desk.And there she was—Jane, the same hostile attendant who'd witnessed his humiliation at Victor's engagement party. Her perfectly styled hair and immaculate uniform couldn't hide the cruel satisfaction that flashed across her face when she recognized him."Well, well, well." Jane's voice dripped with venom. "Look what the sewer coughed up. The cockroach returns to the scene of his greatest embarrassment."Alex placed his ticket on the marble counter. "I have a meeting with the CEO. This is my access ticket."Jane picked up the ticket between two fingers like it was contaminated, her nose wrinkling in exaggerated disgust. "A ticket? YOU have a ticket? Did you steal this from

The afternoon sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Sophia Cane's penthouse apartment, casting golden light across the script pages scattered on her marble coffee table. She stood in the center of the room, rehearsing lines for her upcoming role, her voice carrying the cold precision that made her the third-best actress in the city."You think love can save you? How pathetic—"The door burst open without warning.Mr. Cane strode in—a barrel-chested man in his sixties with silver hair and a face that looked like it had been carved from granite. His suit was custom-tailored, his shoes Italian leather, his expression completely unyielding."Father." Sophia didn't turn around. "I don't recall inviting you.""Since when do I need an invitation to my own daughter's apartment?" He dropped heavily onto her white leather sofa. "We need to talk about the engagement."Sophia finally turned, her beautiful face devoid of emotion. "There is no engagement. I've told you a hundred time

Rufus reached into his jacket and pulled out a small silver chip, holding it between his fingers like a sacred relic. The streetlight caught its surface, making it gleam."Your father recorded this three days before he died," Rufus said quietly. "He made me promise to give it to you when the time was right. I think that time is now."Alex stared at the chip, his throat tight. "I don't want it.""Alexander, please. He knew you blamed us. He knew you'd run. But he also knew one day you'd need the truth." Rufus pressed the chip into Alex's palm. "Watch it. Then decide if you still hate us."Rufus climbed back into the SUV, leaving Alex standing alone in the parking lot, the chip burning in his hand like a coal.Two hours later, Alex sat on a weathered park bench, the chip inserted into his phone. His finger hovered over the play button for a full minute before he finally pressed it.The screen filled with his father's face—gaunt, pale, connected to IV tubes, but his eyes still sharp. The