Novels by Sunny Pearl

The sitting room of the Styles mansion had never felt so cold.Anthony stood in the center, his hands clasped behind his back, his face an unreadable mask. He had been summoned like a servant called down from the west wing by a stern-faced butler who wouldn't meet his eyes. He had come because he wanted to see what they would do. He had come because he needed to know exactly how far their hatred would go.He got his answer.Reginald sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his face carved from stone. His hands were clasped in front of him, knuckles white with tension. He looked older than Anthony had ever seen him. The lines on his face deeper, the shadows under his eyes darker.Vivica sat beside him, her eyes red from crying. She clutched a handkerchief in her trembling hands, dabbing at her eyes every few seconds. But her grief wasn't for Anthony. It was for Jonathan, the son she had lost, the son she still believed was innocent.The sisters flanked them. Giselle sat to Vivica's

The night of the transfer arrived. Anthony stood in the shadows of Reginald's study, watching the security feeds on his laptop. Jonathan's movements were visible on every camera—packing his bags, making phone calls, checking his watch. Reginald sat behind his desk, his face pale and drawn. "He's really doing it," Reginald whispered. "After everything I gave him. Everything I trusted him with." Anthony didn't look away from the screen. "I told you. He's been planning this for years." "I know. I just... I didn't want to believe it." Anthony's phone buzzed. A text from Carmen: He's leaving in ten minutes. The transfer is complete. He's taking everything. Anthony typed back: I know. Stay safe. He looked at Reginald. "It's time." --- They met Jonathan in the east wing corridor. He was dressed in a dark suit, a leather bag slung over his shoulder. His face was calm, composed—the face of a man who had already won. "Father," Jonathan said smoothly. "Anthony. What a plea

The morning after Jonathan's revelation, the mansion was a war zone.Carmen had been banished to the west wing, her presence now a scandal that the family wanted to forget. The sisters refused to speak to her. Vivica had demanded she be removed entirely, but Anthony had refused and Reginald, for reasons no one understood, had backed him.Jonathan walked through the halls like a triumphant king. His limp was gone, his leg fully healed, but no one questioned it. They were too busy hating Anthony.Breakfast was a slaughter.Anthony walked into the dining room to find his seat—the one that had been removed weeks ago still missing. He stood in the doorway, his face calm."Good morning," he said.Giselle laughed. "Good morning? Is that what you call it? After what you and your little girlfriend did to this family?""She's not my girlfriend," Anthony said. "She was your brother's fiancée. He brought her here. He exposed her secret. I'm just the one she came to when he hit her.""Lies," Beat

Anthony barely slept.He lay in his west wing room, staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment of the warehouse confrontation. The recording was secure. The evidence was gathered. But Reginald's face haunted him—the doubt, the confusion, the refusal to believe.He heard everything. And still, he walked away.Jonathan has spent twenty-three years building his fortress. One recording won't tear it down overnight.His phone buzzed at 6 AM.Carmen: He's gone. Packed a bag and left at dawn. I don't know where he went. But he was on the phone with someone. Said something about "accelerating the plan."Anthony sat up.He's running. Or he's making his final move.Jonathan returned three hours later.He walked through the front doors like a conquering hero, his limp completely gone. He had abandoned the pretense entirely. His face was flushed with triumph.He found the family gathered in the sitting room—Vivica, Reginald, the three sisters, and their boyfriends."Everyone," Jonathan announ

The Harborside warehouse loomed against the night sky like a forgotten monument.Anthony parked his car three blocks away, his dark clothes blending with the shadows. He'd done this before—in his past life, he'd been a ghost, a man who moved unseen through the world. Those skills had followed him here.He slipped through the chain-link fence and pressed himself against the warehouse wall. A single light burned in the upper window. Voices echoed from inside.Jonathan's voice. Confident. Smug."The deal is final. I've already signed the preliminary documents."A gruff voice responded. "We need the full transfer by midnight tomorrow. If your father finds out—""He won't. The old man is blind. He believes everything I tell him." Jonathan laughed. "He actually thinks I'm still bedridden. I've been walking for weeks. The doctor is paid off. The family is wrapped around my finger."Anthony pulled out his phone. He'd already activated the recording app."You've done well," the gruff voice sai

The weeks after the gala humiliation were the darkest Anthony had endured.He became a ghost in his own home. The servants pretended he didn't exist. The sisters whispered loudly about him in corridors. Vivica refused to be in the same room. And Reginald—Reginald had become a cold, punishing force.The board meeting was a slaughter.Anthony sat in his usual seat—the far end, the one nobody wanted. Reginald didn't even look at him."The new logistics partnership is approved," Reginald announced. "Jonathan's proposal."Anthony's eyes narrowed. "That proposal is flawed. It gives Apex Industries exclusivity over our network. They'll own us within a year."Reginald's head snapped up. "I said it's approved. Are you questioning my authority?""I'm questioning the deal. Jonathan isn't even here. He's still 'recovering' from his injury." Anthony's voice was calm, measured. "Funny how he always manages to make decisions when he's not in the room."Marcus Webb, seated as a guest observer, laughe

As Alexander sat in the police station, waiting to be processed, he couldn't help but think about his wife's mother. She had never liked him, and now she had the perfect opportunity to get rid of him. What if she had somehow convinced his wife to frame him?He was starting to feel overwhelmed by the whole situation. Not only was his marriage falling apart, but now he was facing the possibility of a long prison sentence.Finally, he was brought in to the cell but blood dripped from his lower lip as he winced. He'd been battered, just as ordered. The other prisoner, who was in the same jail cell as him, lay on the cold floor, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He hadn't spoken to Alexander since he was brought in, wounded and bleeding.Alexander tried to focus on the floor beneath him, but his eyes kept drifting to the other prisoner. The man was covered in dirt, his hair looking unkept. As Alexander studied him, the prisoner's good eye (his other eye was punctured) met his and he spoke. "Y

The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, and Alexander groggily opened his eyes. He's surprised to see that it's already 8:45 am. He'd slept in later than usual. He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes, trying to wake himself up. But before he could even get out of bed, he heard an angry voice."Alex! Where the hell are my clean clothes?" Angelica yelled, sounding angry. "You were supposed to wash them last night!"His stomach sank as he realized he forgot to do the laundry. He got out of bed and walked to stand by her side, where she was busy pacing back and forth. She glared at him when she saw he had woken up eventually."You're so useless," she said, her voice rising. "You can't even do the simplest of tasks. What good are you to me if you can't even wash my clothes?"He felt his face flush with anger and embarrassment. He tries to explain himself, but Angelica cut him off."Don't you dare try to defend yourself," she said, pointing a finger at him. "You know you messed u

During lunch at work, when Alexander stood in line, waiting for his food, he felt someone tap him gently on the shoulder. He turned around and saw a familiar face. It's Rebecca. So, she's the delivery woman who brings food to his workplace. She was smiling at him, her hazel eyes shining."Hi, mister," she said, her voice warm and friendly. "It's nice to see you again." She doesn't yet know his name.But still he was taken aback by her kindness. He's not used to being treated with such warmth and respect. He stammered a bit before he managed to say, "Hi, Rebecca. It's nice to see you too"Surprisingly, she dragged him out of the line to a corner and handed him a packed food flask for him. "I didn't stalk you. I just found out you were a worker here" she explained.He nodded, taking the flask from her. "The food is always good. Thank you but why the free food anyway?"Rebecca blushed slightly. She can't believe she's melting in front of a guy "It's to thank you for the past three weeks

Alexander, looked around him. People were already having conversations about him. The conversation is full of condescending remarks, and he is feeling humiliated and angry.He took a deep breath and finally agreed to clean up the whole place.After the party, some guests still stayed behind and as he worked on keeping the place clean all by himself, they looked on, whispering and smirking at him. One woman even asked him to clean her shoe, and another laughed and called him a servant. Alexander felt his anger rising, but he forced himself to stay calm. Till when will he keep on keeping calm? The whole ill treatment was just too much."I'm a human being," he thinks to himself. "I deserve respect."Finally, the whole mess was cleaned up, and he made to head home straightaway with his wife, but his father-in-law stopped him."You're not done yet," he says, with a smug look on his face. It used to be better when he was always away. He'd always had a breathing space away from him."What is

Several weeks later, Alexander and his wife were invited to a party. His In-laws got the invite because his father-in-law was amongst the circle of business men. He works as his boss's secretary.Choosing not to ride with him, Angelica dolled up and left earlier. She wouldn't want to be associated with him at the party.When he reached the venue in his old rusty car, he was almost dismissed from the premises were it not for the invitation card in his hand.He finally got in through the gate and was marveled at the gigantic building that was being used for the party. The whole place screamed wealth.As soon as he entered the hall built downstairs for these parties, he froze to a spot. He was putting on the only good piece of clothing he had. The one his friend Wyatt had bought him on his wedding. At that time they still had eachother's contact.Looking at how wealthy and classy everyone was dressed, he regretted agreeing to come. He would have just stayed home but his father-in-law wan

When he arrived at the Rockefeller's, he was hoping his wife would be there expecting his return. Unfortunately, it was just Katherine alone in the whole house. Luckily he got some responses from Katherine.Mr Rockefeller was still at work and would leave work late, Mrs Rockefeller was sleeping over at her friends, Carter was pretty much out drinking and his wife, Angelica living her life...?"What do you mean by she's living her life?"Katherine scoffed then looked him from head to toe "Isn't it obvious? The life you can't give her"Choosing to ignore that, he went on saying "A young woman isn't supposed to be out this late? Where the hell did she go?""Is that how you got these bruises? Because you are a young woman as well and couldn't defend yourself while you were been attacked" Katherine said, a smug look on her face.She was well aware of her brother's plan to beat up the useless man their sister had gotten married to. She stared at his wounded face and smiled. He was sure a we