Novels by Author K.

Chapter 10 The dim light of the hospital corridor cast long, dark shadows against the frosted glass of the VIP waiting room door. Liam stood frozen outside the narrow gap, his body completely still, his breathing shallow as every single word and sound from inside sliced through his soul like a ragged blade. Inside, on the plush leather couch, Sandra was completely unbothered by the surroundings. She had tossed her dress aside, her body glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights as she rode Julian right there in the middle of the room. Low, heavy moans echoed against the walls, completely uninhibited, entirely shameless. Right across the room, sitting on a small plastic chair in the dark corner, was little Lily. The four-year-old child had her tiny hands clamped tightly over her ears, her knees pulled up to her chest, tears streaming silently down her pale cheeks as she trembled in absolute terror and confusion. Julian’s hands gripped Sandra’s hips tightly, a sweaty, arrogant sm

Chapter 9 The heavy darkness was not cold. It did not feel like death, nor did it carry the burning pain of the bullet that had just ripped through his flesh. Liam floated through an endless, blinding white void. There was no sky, no ground, no horizon, only a pure, radiant light that seemed to wash away every drop of blood and every ounce of pain from his tired body. In the center of this infinite white space stood five tall figures dressed in long, flowing white robes. Their faces shone with a quiet, ancient wisdom, and their eyes burned with the same piercing intensity that Liam had inherited. They were the supreme ancestors of the Blackwoodsbloodline, men who had built empires, commanded armies, and shaped the destiny of nations aBlackwoodscenturies. The oldest among them, a man with a silver beard and a regal posture, stepped forward and looked down at Liam. "You have suffered much, my child," the ancestor said, his voice echoing like gentle thunder aBlackwoodsthe white

Chapter 8 The grand hall of the White House International Auction exploded into total chaos. Sandra's hysterical shrieks and Julian's frantic accusations spread through the crowd like wild fire. The surrounding billionaires, already stressed by the sudden presence of federal agents and the freezing of state funds, began to panic. To them, the sudden collapse of authority was terrifying. If the Governor could fall in seconds, none of their fortunes were safe. "He's a fraud! The whole thing is a scam!" Julian screamed again, his eyes bloodshot, his hair completely disheveled as he pointed wildly at Liam. "Look at him! He's using fake federal papers to rob us! If we let him leave with that ring, this entire city's economy will collapse!" "He's right!" a high-ranking regional director shouted from the third row, standing up in a panic. "How can a man on a broken wooden chair command the Federal Reserve? It's a coup!" "Grab him! Don't let him leave!" another investor yelled. Within m

Chapter 7 The grand stage of the White House International Auction hall lit up with intense blue spotlights as four armed guards carefully carried out a glass pillar. Encased inside was a rare, polished obsidian band holding a shimmering, dark jewel that seemed to absorb every ray of light in the room. The Black Diamond Jade Ring. A collective gasp ran through the sea of wealthy attendees. Millionaires, foreign investors, and local aristocrats leaned forward in their soft velvet seats, their eyes wide with greed. The chief auctioneer adjusted his silk tie and tapped his wooden gavel against the podium. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the crown jewel of tonight's event. The historic Black Diamond Jade Ring. Bidding for this priceless masterpiece will start at ten million dollars." Before anyone else could raise a paddle, Julian stood up right from the central VIP row. He puffed out his chest, turning around to face the entire hall with a smirk on his face. "20 million dol

Chapter 6 The velvet curtains of the Imperial VIP Suite offered a panoramic view of the glittering auction hall below, but Liam barely looked down at the ocean of diamonds and designer gowns. He sat on a plush leather sofa, gently smoothing his daughter’s hair as she quietly ate a gold-dusted pastry. A sharp, demanding knock broke the quiet. Before the private guard could clear the entry, the doors burst open. Sandra marched in, her silk dress rustling aggressively. Her cheeks were flushed with a mixture of rage, embarrassment, and deep denial. She swept her eyes across the crystal chandeliers, the butler service, and finally landed on Liam, her expression contorting into pure disgust. "I knew it!"Sandra sneered, taking swift, heavy strides toward him. "Look at you, sitting here acting like you actually belong in a room like this! Did you really think you could fool me, Liam?" Liam did not even bother to stand up. He casually picked up a porcelain tea cup, taking a slow si

Chapter 5 Cold steel handcuffs slammed around Liam's wrists before he could even step 8 kilometers away from his family's mansion doors. Three police officers shoved him violently against the hood of a patrol car, forcing his head down on the freezing metal in an unbelievably humiliating display. "How can I kidnap my own daughter?" Liam shouted, struggling to look up as little Lily cried out in terror nearby. "She is my child!" Sandra’s mother stood on the curb, her arms folded over her chest, a cruel, triumphant sneer plastered across her face. "Look at this homeless freak pretending to be a father!" she shrieked at the officers. "Officer, he snatched my granddaughter without permission! Lock this useless church rat in a holding cell for the night and throw away the key! Show him what happens when a nobody tries to play high and mighty!" Without asking a single question, the officers slammed Liam into the back of the vehicle. That night, inside the dark, cold cell, Liam w