Novels by Gentlelove

My chair spun around slowly, the leather creaking in the absolute silence of the room, a sound that seemed to echo like a gunshot in the sterile air of the executive suite. Sarah’s scream was short, sharp, and filled with a terror I had waited three agonizing years to witness. She gripped the edge of my mahogany desk—the desk of the man she had been desperately chasing for a favor—her knuckles turning white as the reality of her world shattered into a million jagged pieces."Xavier?" She choked out the name like it was a mouthful of poison, her knees buckling until she had to lean her entire weight against the wood. "No... this is a mistake. You’re a delivery boy. You’re a nobody! You’re supposed to be at the apartment packing your cheap bags!"My response was a cold, rhythmic tap of my gold signet ring against the desk before I slid the bankruptcy filing across the polished surface. "In this room, Sarah, you are the one who is nothing. You’ve spent three years treating a king like a

I watched from the floor-to-ceiling windows of my executive office as the Miller Group’s stock plummeted into the abyss, a red line on my monitor screaming toward zero. Them—Sarah and her father—were currently stuck in my lobby thirty floors below, blocked by security and begging for a five-minute audience with the man they only knew as "The Chairman." They still didn't know the "Secret Chairman" they were chasing, the one holding the leash to their entire family's survival, was the same man they had forced to sleep on the sofa for three years while calling me a "worthless delivery boy."The realization that I held their life support in my hands felt like cold justice. My thumb hovered over the intercom, the sleek silver device glinting under the office LED lights. I pressed the button, my voice devoid of emotion, sounding like the steel I had forged my empire from."Send them up, Marcus. Let’s see how well they can beg when the world isn't at their feet.""Right away, Chairman," Marc

"The acquisition is complete, Chairman Knight."Marcus's voice was crisp, cutting through the heavy silence of the limousine as we glided away from the Gala’s glowing entrance. I didn't look back at the chaos I had left behind, but the reflection in the tinted window told me everything I needed to see. Sarah was a crumpled heap on the sidewalk, her hands clutching at the air where my car had been, while Bradley was being pinned against a brick wall by debt collectors who had been tipped off about his location."As I suspected, the Miller Group was a hollow shell held together by pride and stolen funds," I said, tapping the screen of my tablet to finalize the liquidation orders. "They thought they could survive by cutting me out, but they didn't realize I was the only thing holding their foundation in place.""They are already filing for bankruptcy protection," Marcus noted, his eyes fixed on his own device. "But with your signatures on these contracts, that protection is gone. You own

"My mother is the one who made me do it, Xavier! You have to believe me!" Sarah’s voice cracked as she lunged toward the edge of the stage, her fingers clawing at the mahogany wood. The sheer desperation in her eyes was a stark contrast to the cold, arrogant woman who had tossed a stack of divorce papers at my face only forty-eight hours ago. She looked like a ghost haunting her own life, her expensive silk dress torn at the hem from her struggle with the guards."The Miller family is under a lot of pressure, and I was just trying to protect our future!" she sobbed, her mascara running in dark streaks down her pale cheeks. "I never stopped loving you. I was just... I was confused! Please, tell them to stop the acquisition. Tell them we’re still together!"I stood at the podium, looking down at her as if she were a smudge of dirt on an otherwise pristine floor. I didn't feel the surge of anger I expected. I didn't feel the urge to shout. All I felt was a profound, chilling indifferenc

My thumb hovered over the "Execute" button on my tablet as the heavy oak doors of the VIP ballroom swung open. I didn't care about the music or the scent of expensive lilies filling the room. My focus was entirely on the digital readout of the Miller Group’s stock price. It was bleeding red, and I was about to deliver the final blow."Xavier, stop this madness right now!" Sarah’s voice screeched from behind me. She had somehow bypassed the secondary security line, her hair disheveled and her eyes manic. "I don't know how you tricked those guards or who you borrowed that suit from, but you are ruining my reputation! Tell everyone this is a joke before Bradley’s father sees you!"I didn't turn around. I didn't even acknowledge her presence until the transaction went through. "My account has just finished the acquisition of fifty-one percent of your father's company, Sarah," I said, my voice echoing in the sudden silence of the hallway. I finally turned to face her, the cold blue light

"I told you, my invitation is in the mail, and my husband—well, my fiancé—is a primary investor in the Miller Group!" Sarah’s shrill voice cut through the evening air like a rusty blade. I watched through the tinted glass of my hyper-car as she clawed at the air, her face turning a blotchy red that even her expensive foundation couldn't hide. She was standing at the edge of the red carpet, blocked by a wall of security guards who looked like they were carved from granite."My instructions are clear, ma'am," the lead guard stated, his voice devoid of emotion. "The names Sarah Miller and Bradley Thorne have been flagged. Your access has been revoked. Please move to the side so the actual guests can arrive.""Do you know who I am?" Bradley stepped forward, puffing out his chest. He was wearing a tuxedo that looked like it had been rented an hour ago—the sleeves were a fraction too long, making him look like a child playing dress-up. "I’m Bradley Thorne! I’m the one who finally took this