Novels by Heaven On Earth

The doors of the main conference room remained tightly shut, sealing in a heavy wave of nervous air as the board sat in silence.At the head of the table sat Haven Tyler. He managed to settle his shaking legs as much as possible so as not to draw unnecessary attention, trying hard to look like he was in full control.Isabella positioned next to him, her fingers gripping her folder so hard her knuckles tightened. The recent money freezes had shaken her, but sitting here in the center of power, her natural pride quickly rushed back."Don't worry, Isabella," Haven whispered smoothly, leaning over so the board could hear his steady tone. "Whoever this new manager is, they are stepping into my house. I built the systems here. A desk worker from headquarters is not going to change a thing."Isabella forced a tight smile, taking comfort in his words. "You're right, Haven. We've lived through worse. The board is probably just panicking over a small blip."At the other end of the table, severa

Three days had passed since the glittering chaos of the Ben Group anniversary gala, but the high-society joy inside the executive suites of Vax Company had vanished.Haven Tyler was at the head of the table, his fingers tapping a fast, nervous beat against the surface. His proud look from the gala was gone, replaced by a dark, sweaty scowl."What do you mean, declined?" Haven snapped, glaring across the table at his chief financial helper.The assistant swallowed hard, holding a stack of billing papers like a shield. "Sir, our main bank accounts have been frozen by the merchant bank. They claim an automatic check flagged our cash reserves as high risk. Also, Mrs. Rice’s coffee supply chain has hit a brick wall; her anonymous wholesale partners just pulled out overnight without any reason."Haven struck his hand against the table, rattling the glass water pitchers. "Useless! Total incompetence!" he roared, his voice cracking with sudden panic. "Call the local banks! Tell them who I am!

The bright camera still flashed at the Ben Group anniversary gala. Down in the quiet back corner near the service exit, Johnson still sat in his metallic wheelchair.He looked entirely out of place among the sea of expensive silk suits and glittering diamonds. Yet, as he watched the crowd laugh and sip champagne, his dark eyes remained focused.Up on the raised stage, Haven Tyler was still soaking in the roaring applause, his ego puffed up to the size of a hot-air balloon.Isabella adjusted her diamond necklace, sneering down at the back of the room with open, venomous disgust.Right behind them, pushing her way through the cluster of corporate executives, came Mrs. June Rice.The status-obsessed mother-in-law wore a heavy emerald dress that made her look like an over-decorated Christmas tree.Her face was twisted into an ugly, triumphant smirk as she spotted Johnson sitting in his wheelchair."Look at him!" Mrs. Rice shrieked, her loud, grating voice cutting sharply through the ambie

Ben Group's anniversary had hundreds of high-society elites, corporate executives, and wealthy socialites in gracious attendance.At the center of the elevated stage stood Haven Tyler, basking in the glowing applause of the room.He wore a pristine midnight-blue tuxedo, his chest puffed out with triumph. Beside him was Isabella, draped in diamonds and designer silk, smiling radiantly as she soaked in the supreme validation of their success.Only twenty-four hours after securing their multi-million-dollar estate and kicking their "worthless, broken" ex-husband to the curb, they felt like kings of the world."Ladies and gentlemen," Haven announced into the microphone, his voice booming smoothly through the surround sound speakers. "Tonight is a celebration of vision, strength, and dominance. As we look toward the future of the Ben Group, I promise you that our momentum is entirely unstoppable."Polite, roaring applause echoed across the vast hall. Isabella beamed, her chin held high as

Inside the high-vaulted auction hall of the Manhattan Grand Pavilion, with blinding light over the rows of seated billionaires, industry titans, and elite socialites.Haven Tyler was proudly in the front row, adjusting the expensive cuffs of his sapphire-blue suit with a smug, self-satisfied grin.Beside him, Isabella smoothed out the shimmering fabric of her designer dress, her eyes shining with greedy anticipation.They were bidding on the crown jewel of the evening: a multi-million-dollar historic estate nestled in the city's most exclusive district, a luxury property Mrs. Rice had relentlessly demanded as a status symbol to solidify their rising social standing and cement their supposed invincibility.High above the floor, tucked away behind the tinted glass of a private VIP suite, Johnson was in a leather armchair with a secure digital terminal glowing softly before him.He wasn't shouting or sweating. He watched the room below with cold composure. Yet, under that steady exterior

The sterile white lights of the private hospital room hummed softly. Johnson sat upright in the metal wheelchair, his hands gripping the armrests tightly.His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as the bitter sting of betrayal burned deep inside him. A hot ache settled behind his eyes, and his jaw locked hard as he fought down the heavy wave of nausea and humiliation.A sharp, heavy knock rattled the door before it swung wide open.Haven Tyler strode into the room first, wearing an expensive grey suit and a grin that stretched from ear to ear.Right behind him marched Isabella, her heels clicking on the shiny tile floor. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest, and her expression was a mix of deep disgust and triumphant glee."Well, look at our resident invalid," Isabella sneered, stopping a few feet away from the wheelchair. She looked down at him with eyes full of contempt."You really had to throw yourself down the stairs just to cause a scene, didn't you? Always craving a