Novels by StephenQueen

Without skipping a beat, Celeste Vale spun on her designer heels and practically sprinted toward the dusty storage room at the back of the sprawling house. Moments later, she emerged triumphantly clutching the worn, rolled-up parchment that Curry had presented just a short while ago. Neither she nor her husband had believed for a single second that a newly released convict could afford a genuine historical masterpiece. To them, it was undeniably a worthless forgery, which was exactly why it had been unceremoniously tossed into the dark junk room the moment he had handed it over.Holding both scrolls in her hands, she unfurled them side by side on the massive mahogany coffee table.Looking down at the two pieces of art, Callum let out a harsh, utterly dismissive laugh. He crossed his arms over his expensive tailored suit, his chin raised in pure arrogance."Well, the situation is incredibly obvious now," Callum declared, his voice dripping with condescension. "There are two paintings c

Standing elegantly at the threshold of the grand double doors was a handsome, refined young man dressed in meticulously tailored designer clothing. His hair was perfectly styled, and an expensive luxury watch peeked out from beneath the crisp cuff of his shirt. He offered a charming, polite smile that radiated pure, unadulterated confidence."You must have forgotten about me, Auntie," the young man said smoothly. "I am Callum Domingo. It has been entirely too many years since we last saw each other, yet somehow, you have grown even more beautiful."Upon hearing that familiar voice and name, the frosty, hostile expression on Celeste Vale's face instantly melted away. It was completely replaced by a blooming, overly enthusiastic smile that made her look entirely different. She had finally recognized the wealthy heir standing on her porch."Oh my goodness, it is little Callum!" she exclaimed, reaching out to eagerly grab his arm. "It has been so incredibly long. I heard you went overseas

"Who was that at the door?" In the spacious living room, Belmont Turner sat at the heavy mahogany table, casually flipping through the morning newspaper while taking a slow sip of tea."Just some lunatic," the maid replied dismissively. "He kept rambling about how the Elder Patriarch sent him to find the young miss. I already told him to get lost.""What did you just say?" Belmont Turner's hand violently trembled. The delicate porcelain teacup slipped from his fingers, shattering against the expensive marble floor with a sharp crash."Sir! What's wrong?" the maid jumped back, startled by the sudden outburst."Quickly, invite him in!" Belmont roared, his face draining of color. "You useless fool, you can't even receive a guest properly!"Without waiting for her to move, he grabbed his coat, throwing it over his shoulders as he rushed toward the entryway. He yanked the heavy front door open. When his eyes landed on the young man standing outside, his frantic expression instantly melted

"Steve, are you alright?" Fae Svard asked, hurrying over to the fallen bodyguard. The towering man gritted his teeth, masking his agony with a stiff expression. "I am fine, Miss. Let us get in the car."Once settled into the luxurious Mercedes-Benz, Fae Svard tilted her face toward the window. She watched the desolate scenery roll by, a deep shadow of melancholy flickering in her eyes."Miss, are you still thinking about what just happened?" Steve asked softly, catching her gloomy expression through the rearview mirror.Fae Svard took a slow, deep breath, exhaling heavily. "Growing up, the person I respected most was my grandfather. I always obeyed his commands. If he is watching from above, seeing me break this marriage vow... I do not know what he would think of me.""You should not overthink this, Miss," Steve advised, his hands gripping the steering wheel. "You did nothing wrong. This world is about the survival of the fittest. Curry is just a reformed convict now. He has no money

Deep within the imposing concrete walls of Stonegate Federal Penitentiary, a young man with a sharp buzz cut sat on the edge of a narrow iron bed. His eyes were half-closed in relaxed contentment while several heavily tattooed inmates hovered around him, massaging his shoulders with frantic eagerness. Among them was a hulking, broad-shouldered bald man with a jagged knife scar running down his cheek. The terrifying giant flashed a fawning, almost goofy smile as he spoke."Boss Curry, you're really getting out this afternoon. Man, I hate to see you go," the scarred giant said, nervously rubbing his massive hands together. "Look, if things get tough out there and you can't find a decent job, just come to The Draven Clan. Tell the boys you're my big brother. I swear on my life, they'll serve you like you're their own grandfather.""Get lost," Curry Pitt shot back. He casually raised a hand and slapped the back of the giant's bald head. "Can't you wish me some actual luck instead of expec