Novels by Oreoluwa

The only thing more expensive than buying a billionaire's empire is paying the debt for a life you tried to steal.Leo Walker stood firmly in the very center of the ruined apartment room, the dark kinetic energy around his body slowly receding back into the metal of his family ring. He looked down at his crying ex-wife and his broken former boss with an expression of pure, completely detached indifference. The room was deathly quiet now, save for the heavy sound of the storm outside.Bradley was hyperventilating loudly, his bloody hands clawing desperately at the dirty floorboards as he tried to pull himself backward. "Leo... please listen to me. I will give you absolutely everything I have left. I have a secret offshore bank account hidden away in Switzerland, fifty million dollars in cash that the federal court auditors completely missed during the initial raid. It’s yours. Every single cent of it is yours, Leo. Just let me leave the country tonight. I will never come back to this c

The sky does not bleed water when the true masters of the dark go to war, it bleeds absolute terror.The heavy rain poured down violently on Sector 4, turning the dirty streets into deep rivers of thick black mud. The broken streetlights along the sidewalk flickered weakly against the heavy downpour, casting long, eerie shadows across the decaying neighborhood.Inside the pitch black space of Room 302, Bradley and Chloe were huddled together tightly in the far corner of the dark, the building's electricity having been cut off completely hours ago due to non-payment. Every single creak and groan from the narrow hallway outside made them jump in fear, their minds entirely terrified that the loan sharks had returned early to claim their physical fingers."Bradley, I hear something outside the door," Chloe whispered, her body shaking so violently that her teeth chattered in the dark. "Please tell me they are not back.""Keep your mouth shut, Chloe," Bradley hissed back in a desperate, rag

The dangerous thing about pulling a thread on a corporate empire is discovering the ancient monsters holding the other end.While Bradley and Chloe were drowning in the terrifying depths of the industrial slums, Leo Walker was sitting comfortably in a high-backed leather chair inside the secret subterranean archive of the Sovereign Group. The massive underground room was brightly illuminated by ancient stone torches that burned with a strange, deep blue flame that required absolutely no oil or fuel to sustain itself. The blue light cast long, dancing shadows across the rows of steel shelves and historic volumes that protected the true history of the world.Master Vance stood quietly by his side, carefully presenting an ancient leather-bound scroll written in a complex language that had been dead for thousands of years. The material was brittle, cracking slightly under the old man's steady fingers as he unrolled it across the heavy wooden presentation table."Young Master," Vance expla

You only realize how many monsters you created on your way up when they are waiting for you at the bottom.The industrial slums of Sector 4 were always covered in a thick, choking layer of grey smog that drifted constantly from the nearby chemical processing plants. The narrow streets were completely filled with deep potholes, overflowing metal trash bins, and desperate people trying hard to survive on meager daily wages. The air itself felt heavy and metallic, leaving a bitter taste on the tongue.A rusty yellow taxi pulled up slowly to the cracked curb of a crumbling, six story brick tenement building. Bradley and Chloe stepped out of the vehicle together, each carrying a single cheap plastic suitcase that contained the very few clothes the federal court auditors had allowed them to keep from their villa.Chloe looked up at the shattered glass windows and the rusty, twisted fire escapes clinging to the brick wall, her stomach turning over in absolute disgust. "I cannot live in a pla

The highest towers collapse the fastest when the ground beneath them turns to ice.The morning sun did not bring a single ounce of warmth to Bradley Sterling’s private luxury villa. By eight o'clock in the morning, three massive yellow moving trucks were already parked directly outside the heavy iron gates. Men in dark blue uniforms were busy carrying out expensive oil paintings, luxury Italian furniture, and velvet lined jewelry cases under the direct supervision of the federal court auditors.Chloe stood right in the center of the grand marble foyer, wrapped tightly in a silk robe, screaming at a tired auditor who was currently cataloging her diamond necklace collection. "You cannot take those items from this house! Those pieces were personal gifts to me! This entire operation is completely illegal!""Ma'am," the auditor replied coldly, not even bothering to look up from the bright screen of his digital tablet. "All physical assets purchased with financial funds connected directly t

A billionaire on his knees looks no different from a beggar when his empire turns to dust.The silence stretching across the grand ballroom of the Imperial Hotel was completely suffocating. Hundreds of wealthy regional investors, elite bank executives, and high-society socialites watched the strange interaction unfold, their faces twisted in absolute confusion by the sudden, panicked change in Bradley and Chloe’s confident demeanor. They looked at each other, murmuring under their breath as they tried to understand why the city's top power couple looked entirely terrified of a single newcomer."Who exactly is this man?" Bradley demanded loudly, struggling hard to locate his regular, booming voice, though it trembled visibly at the edges. He gripped the edge of the stage podium until his knuckles turned entirely white. "Security! Get these people out of my sight right now! This is a private corporate event, and these individuals are trespassing on my property!"Four of the Imperial Hot