Novels by Stephany

The laughter echoed through the boardroom—cold, mocking, and cruel. It was exactly the kind of laughter Ethan had spent his entire life enduring. It was the sound of people who believed they were utterly untouchable, convinced that the numbers in their bank accounts made them a superior species. They looked across the polished mahogany table and saw nothing but a joke: a delivery driver, a construction worker, a poor man wearing an inexpensive suit sitting among titans of industry.Several executives exchanged amused, knowing glances. Others didn't even bother hiding their contempt. One woman smirked openly, while a man beside her shook his head as if watching a train wreck unfold in slow motion.Marcus Kane remained standing at the head of the table, his silver hair perfectly coiffed, his tailored suit likely worth more than any car Ethan had ever owned. Not that Ethan actually owned a car. The acting chairman's smirk widened."You're the heir?"Another wave of chuckles rippled throu

Ethan didn’t sleep. Not even for a minute.His late-night conversation with Rebecca replayed on an endless loop inside his mind. Ryan Sullivan. Again. The name had become an inescapable shadow, a dark thread woven into the fabric of his life. Every road seemed to lead back to him—every problem, every strange coincidence, and every nagging suspicion. Ryan. Ryan. Ryan.By dawn, Ethan was sitting alone at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the darkness fading outside the window. A cup of coffee rested in front of him, untouched and growing cold. He was trying to think, trying to connect the dots, trying to figure out why a millionaire businessman would care so much about a broken-down construction worker. None of it made sense. Not yet.At seven o’clock, the heavy silence broke as Sophie padded into the kitchen. Her hair was a messy nest, her pajamas were wrinkled, but her smile was absolutely perfect."Daddy," she murmured sleepily.Ethan’s tense expression melted instantly. No matte

Ethan sat motionless. The conference room, the sprawling city skyline stretching beyond the glass walls, and even Rebecca Hayes herself—it all felt completely surreal. Everything seemed distant and muted, as if he had accidentally stepped into someone else's life."Three hundred billion dollars." The number kept echoing through his head, over and over again like an endless loop.His entire life had been defined by worrying about money. Every single day, every hour, every minute. He spent his time stressing over rent, food, gas, school fees, electricity, debt—just survival. And now, this woman was calmly telling him that he owned more wealth than entire countries. It didn't make sense. None of it made any sense.Rebecca remained patient. She had seen similar reactions before: shock, disbelief, absolute denial. But she could tell Ethan's reaction was different. Unlike most heirs, he hadn't grown up rich. He hadn't attended elite schools, nor had he been prepared for any of this. The man

That night, Ethan couldn’t sleep.Again.The apartment was dark.Silent.Heavy.Vanessa lay beside him—sleeping, or pretending to. Ethan couldn’t tell. He didn’t care. His eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling, but his mind was trapped elsewhere.Ryan.Vanessa.Sophie.Their names tangled together like a knot he couldn’t loosen. A puzzle he couldn’t solve. And the more he thought about it, the worse everything looked.It wasn’t one moment.It was all of them.The expensive gifts.The private dinners.The visits.The familiarity.The smiles.The comfort.The way Ryan acted around Sophie.The way Sophie acted around Ryan.None of it felt normal.None of it felt innocent.His chest tightened.No.He was being paranoid.He had to be.Ryan was rich.Successful.Charismatic.Kids liked people who spoiled them. That was all. That had to be all.Yet even as he tried to convince himself, something deep inside whispered otherwise.The next morning, Ethan prepared for the meeting with the lawyers.Th

Ethan didn’t remember leaving the party.One moment he was standing in the living room. The next, he was outside the apartment building.Alone.The cold evening wind brushed against his face, but he barely felt it. His mind was still trapped inside that room—inside that single moment—inside those innocent words.“Sometimes I wish you were my daddy.”Sophie’s voice echoed again and again, each repetition cutting deeper.She hadn’t meant to hurt him. She was only six. Children spoke honestly, without filters, without cruelty, without understanding the weight of their words.And that made it worse.Because if Sophie had said it… then somewhere inside her little heart, she truly felt it.That realization shattered him.Ethan sat on a cracked concrete step outside the building, staring into the darkness, wondering where he had failed.Was he working too much? Probably. Was he absent? Definitely.Could he blame her? No.Every morning he left before sunrise. Every night he came home exhauste

Ethan barely slept.The image haunted him.Vanessa. Ryan. Their hands touching across the restaurant table. The smiles. The ease. The intimacy.The scene replayed in his mind every time he closed his eyes. Every time he tried to convince himself he was imagining things. Every time he searched for a reasonable explanation.By four in the morning, he gave up.The apartment was silent. Vanessa slept in their bedroom. Sophie was curled beneath her blanket, breathing softly, unaware of the storm brewing around her.Ethan sat alone in the kitchen, a cup of cheap coffee cooling between his hands. He didn’t drink it. He barely noticed it.Had Vanessa cheated?The question terrified him—not because he couldn’t survive the truth, but because he wasn’t sure he wanted to know it. Seven years together. Seven years of sacrifice. Seven years of trying.What if it had all been a lie?His chest tightened.No. He needed proof. Not suspicions. Not assumptions. Proof.Because once a man crossed that line