Novels by hamdanraza206

Clara sat across from John at the elegant restaurant table, her expression carefully composed even as anxiety gnawed at her insides. The signed contract lay between them like a small victory, but it felt hollow. She had made a deal with the devil, and the price was climbing higher with every passing second.The moment John set down his pen, Clara stood up without another word. She didn't wait for him to say goodbye. She didn't acknowledge his knowing smile or the way he watched her leave. She simply gathered her portfolio and hurried out of the restaurant.The drive back to the hospital felt endless. Her fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white. Guilt twisted inside her chest, writhing like a living thing. She had used Ethan's suffering to secure this deal. She had chosen money over honesty. She had betrayed the man who had given her everything.But what choice did she have? Without capital, how could she afford the best doctors for Ethan? How could she

Five minutes after Clara's footsteps faded down the hallway, the door to Ethan's ward opened again. This time, the woman who stepped through carried herself like she owned every room she walked into. Tall, sharp featured, dressed in a tailored black coat that made her look like she had stepped straight out of a boardroom or a battlefield. Her eyes swept the room once before landing on Ethan, and something behind them cracked.Ethan looked up at her, and the wall he had been holding together for two days finally gave out. His chin dropped, his jaw trembled, and for the first time since waking up in this hospital bed, his eyes burned with something he had been refusing to let out.Lena crossed the room in three long strides and sat on the edge of the bed, taking his hand gently between both of hers. Her fingers were cold, but her grip was steady, the kind of grip that said she was not going anywhere."Look at you," she whispered, her eyes rimming red as she studied his face, the bruise

She knew. She had known from the moment the police report landed on her desk. The drunk driver story was a joke, a paper thin cover that wouldn't fool a child, let alone a woman who ran the largest conglomerate in the city. John Carvesh had ordered the hit on Ethan, and Clara had the connections to prove it if she wanted to.But she couldn't.The Carvesh family wasn't just wealthy. They were a syndicate, deeply rooted in every corner of this city's power structure. Going after John meant going to war with every business, every politician, every shadow that the Carvesh name touched. Clara's company was powerful, but it was not that kind of powerful.And then there was the offer. The very next morning after the accident, John had called her personally, his voice dripping with casual charm, and told her he would double the order amount on their existing deal. Double. The kind of money that would keep the company's quarterly numbers not just alive but thriving.Ethan's spine was destroye

Clara stepped through the door with her heels clicking softer than usual against the tile floor. She pulled the chair close to the bed and sat down, her hands folding together in her lap, her eyes carrying a heaviness that hadn't been there the day before."I talked to the doctors again," she said, not quite meeting his eyes. "The damage to your spine is severe. There's a surgery that could fix it, but the risk is enormous. The mortality rate is over eighty percent." She reached for his hand, wrapping both of hers around it. "I don't want you to take that risk, Ethan. I'll take care of you myself, for the rest of your life if I have to. We don't need the surgery."Ethan stared at her for a long moment, and then a laugh slipped out of him, dry and sharp, with no warmth in it at all.Clara's brows knit together. "Why are you laughing?""No reason," Ethan said, his voice flat. "Please, continue."Clara's jaw tightened at his tone, but she pressed on, choosing to ignore it. "I also pulled

The morning traffic moved in a slow, heavy crawl, and Ethan tapped his fingers against the steering wheel while his mind replayed the night before in fragments. He kept glancing at the rearview mirror out of habit, and that was when he noticed it. A black sedan, three cars behind him, matching his every turn.At first he told himself it was nothing. A coincidence. But when he switched lanes twice and the sedan followed both times, a cold feeling settled into his gut.He reached for his phone, his thumb already hovering over the emergency call button, his eyes flicking between the road and the mirror.Before he could press it, the sedan surged forward.Metal crushed against metal. The impact threw Ethan sideways, his head cracking against the window, the world tilting and spinning as his car spun off the road in a shriek of tires and shattered glass. A scream tore out of his throat, raw and involuntary, before everything went black.The last thing he saw, through a haze of blood and pa

Clara watched the fight drain slowly out of Ethan's shoulders. His fists had unclenched, and his eyes, though still guarded, no longer carried that sharp accusing edge. She took a small step forward and then another, until she was close enough to wrap her arms around him from behind, pressing her cheek flat against his back."I'm sorry," she said softly, her voice muffled against his shirt. "I should have been more careful with John. I should have thought about how it looked to you."Ethan stood still, not pulling away, but not quite melting into her either. He could feel her breathing against his spine, slow and steady, and something in his chest loosened just a little."You scared me tonight," he admitted quietly. "More than you know.""I know." Clara tightened her arms around him. "And I'm sorry for that too."For a moment, the house was quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and the distant sound of traffic outside. Ethan closed his eyes, letting himself