Novels by Sunny Pearl

The mansion had become a prison. Anthony woke each morning to cold silence. The servants avoided him. The sisters glared at him. Vivica refused to be in the same room. And Reginald had transformed from distant father to active enemy.The board meetings were the worst.Anthony sat at the conference table, his documents spread before him. The other board members shifted uncomfortably. Reginald sat at the head, his face carved from stone."I propose we reject the new logistics partnership," Reginald announced. "The risk is too high."Anthony looked up. "Father, I analyzed the numbers. The partnership would increase our efficiency by twenty percent. The risk is minimal.""I said no." Reginald's voice was ice. "My decision is final."Marcus Webb, seated as a guest observer, smirked. "Maybe the country boy doesn't understand how business works. Sometimes you have to listen to your elders."Jonathan, watching via video call from his bed, smiled. "Father knows best, Anthony. You should trust

Three weeks later.Anthony settled into a routine. Going for board meetings, quiet dinners, and endless scheming. He'd grown accustomed to the sisters' barbs, Jonathan's veiled threats, and Vivica's cold silences. They were background noise now. Irrelevant.But he'd grown complacent.That was his mistake.It started with a small kindness.Reginald had invited Anthony to his study for the first time—just the two of them. They'd talked about the company, about Anthony's plans, about the future. Reginald had almost smiled."You're not what I expected," Reginald admitted. "You've got a sharp mind. Business instincts. Where did you learn?"Anthony had shrugged. "Life taught me. Survival teaches you things."Reginald had nodded slowly. "Maybe I misjudged you."It was the closest thing to acceptance Anthony had received.Jonathan noticed.The morning of the incident, Anthony woke to a text from Carmen: Jonathan is planning something. He's been pacing all night. Be careful.Anthony typed bac

Two days passed.Anthony kept his head down, attending meetings, reading reports, and quietly building his network. He'd made another acquisition. A small logistics company that would eventually feed into his larger plan. But he kept it hidden. The Styles family didn't need to know everything.They were too busy planning his humiliation.Jonathan's secret meeting with Apex Industries happened on a Thursday night.Carmen, trembling, had slipped a recording device into Jonathan's jacket pocket before he left. She'd practiced the motion a dozen times, acting casual, loving, brushing a piece of lint off his lapel."You look so handsome," she'd cooed. "I'm so proud of you."Jonathan had smiled, kissed her forehead, and walked out the door.Now Anthony sat in his west wing room, headphones on, listening to the recording.Jonathan's voice crackled through the speakers. "The deal needs to happen now. My father is suspicious. And the new brother—he's more dangerous than I thought."A gruff vo

The morning of the board meeting dawned cold and gray.Anthony stood in his cramped west wing room, adjusting the cuffs of his borrowed suit. The butler had delivered it with a sneer. "Master Jonathan insisted you look presentable"But Anthony didn't care. The suit fit well enough. The man wearing it mattered more.He caught his reflection in the cracked mirror.Today, I stop being invisible. Today, I become someone they have to reckon with.Breakfast was a battleground.Anthony walked into the dining room to find the family already seated. Jonathan at Reginald's right hand, as always. The sisters clustered together, whispering and laughing. And Carmen, seated beside Jonathan, looking like a porcelain doll in a powder-blue dress.She saw Anthony enter. Her smile faltered. Then she recovered, her mask sliding back into place."Anthony!" Giselle called out, her voice dripping with false cheer. "Come sit. We saved you a spot."She gestured to a small stool at the corner of the room clear

Three days passed.Anthony kept his head down, attending family dinners, smiling for the occasional photographer who lurked outside the gates, and quietly building his network. He acquired another 5% of Styles Industries through a shell company, bringing his total to 15%. Enough to be noticed. Enough to be dangerous.Jonathan walked around like a ghost. His smiles were strained. His eyes darted everywhere. He'd stopped sleeping. The servants whispered about him pacing the halls at 3 AM, muttering to himself.And then she arrived.Carmen Hayes.Anthony stood at the grand entrance as a sleek white Mercedes pulled up the driveway. His face remained calm, but inside, something twisted.The original Anthony loved her, he thought. Loved her with every pathetic, desperate fiber of his being. He'd have given her everything. They were still dating, never broke up yet and here she was. She gave him nothing but lies.The door opened, and Carmen stepped out.She was stunning with her long dark

The Styles mansion fell into uneasy quiet after the press conference.Reporters had flooded out, cameras packed away, microphones lowered. The family scattered to their corners. Reginald to his study, the sisters to their rooms, and Jonathan to the east wing, where he paced like a caged animal.Anthony, meanwhile, had slipped out the back gate.He returned two hours later, a slim envelope tucked inside his jacket. Inside: a bank card and a confirmation slip for a newly opened account holding $10,476,320. The lottery winnings, minus taxes.Step one complete, he thought, walking through the servants' entrance to avoid the family. Now for step two.He found Jonathan in the east wing sitting room, alone, staring at his phone with bloodshot eyes. The mask was gone. In its place was raw, desperate fury.Anthony closed the door behind him.Jonathan shot to his feet. "You. You knew. You knew the numbers. You planned this.""Planned is a strong word." Anthony leaned against the doorframe, arm