Novels by lmmortalpen

The cathedral at the heart of the city was a breathtaking sight filled with white roses, flowing silk ribbons, and shining crystal lights.Outside, cameras flashed rapidly as luxury cars lined the old stone street, dropping off politicians, wealthy business owners, and famous guests.Inside, the high ceiling carried the soft, beautiful sound of a live string band playing a classic wedding song.Rows of arranged seats were full of powerful people who had come to watch the big wedding of the Rossman and Thickcup families.At the front of the altar stood Sean Thickcup. He wore a dark blue tuxedo with a fresh white flower pinned to his jacket.His face was bright with victory, a huge, proud smile spread across his mouth as he waited for his bride.A few steps away, Mr. Morgan stood tall and happy, beaming with joy as he watched the doors at the back of the church slowly open.The crowd turned as Audrey Rossman walked out under a warm pool of golden light.She wore an expensive designer dr

The pre-wedding VIP reception on the eve of the ceremony was a dazzling display of wealth, power, and flashing camera lights.Inside the ballroom of the downtown luxury hotel, towering ice sculptures caught the colorful glow of stage lights while high-society elites in designer suits and diamond necklaces mingled freely.Massive digital screens mounted on every wall flashed gorgeous, larger-than-life portraits of Sean Thickcup and Audrey Rossman, painting them as the ultimate power couple destined to rule the city's future.At the center of the main room, surrounded by a circle of laughing corporate executives and wealthy heirs, Sean held a crystal flute of vintage champagne.His face was flushed with wine and the intoxicating high of victory."To the future of the Northeast business world," Sean announced loudly, raising his glass so everyone in the immediate vicinity could hear."Some losers are born to crawl so guys like us can step on them and reach the stars. It is just the natur

At the blue harbor, multi-million-dollar superyachts lined up along the private pier.Music thumped heavily from the deck of the largest vessel, with the lively sounds of laughter, clinking champagne glasses, and cheering socialites.This was Sean Thickcup’s exclusive bachelor yacht party, an extravagant floating palace designed to show off a level of wealth that ordinary people could only dream of seeing in a lifetime.High-society models in designer bikinis lounged on white leather sunbeds, while wealthy heirs and corporate partners smoked expensive cigars in the shaded VIP lounge.Sean stood near the captain's wheel wearing expensive Italian sunglasses and a white silk shirt, holding a glass of aged champagne like a king surveying his personal kingdom."Look at this life," Sean shouted over the pulsing bass, wrapping a careless arm around a glamorous model standing next to him."Everything I touch turns to gold. In a couple of hours, I will marry Audrey, and our family name will co

The private military club on the north hill was a fortress of heavy concrete, thick tinted glass, and absolute power.Guarded by private security men carrying heavy weapons and encrypted radios, the club only let in the highest leaders of the military and big business.Inside the large VIP room, the space smelled thick with old whiskey, expensive cigars, and pure pride.General Thickcup was in a wide chair at the head of the dark table.His chest was covered in rows of military medals, and his face was laced with pride.Standing right beside him were Sean and Mr. Morgan, holding heavy glasses of liquor as they soaked in the warm glow of their great power."To the big wedding coming up," General Thickcup boomed, raising his glass with a loud, deep laugh that shook the room."A Morgan bride and a Thickcup groom. With our army contracts locked down and your building empire growing in every part of the city, nobody can dare us now. We own everything."Mr. Morgan smiled broadly, tapping hi

Blue Mountain coffee at Morgan Estate dining room. Mr. Morgan was at the head of the long table, scrolling lazily through his tablet while a financial daily newspaper lay wide open beside his plate.The front-page headline blared details of the successful engagement gala from the previous night, featuring full-color photographs of Sean Thickcup standing proudly beside a visibly stiff Audrey."Look at this market response, Sean," Mr. Morgan murmured, a proud, self-satisfied chuckle escaping his lips as he tapped the screen."Our stock jumped four percent before the opening bell even rang this morning. Tying our lineage to the Thickcups was the single greatest business move of my career."Sean sat a few seats down, wearing a silk designer bathrobe, cutting into a rare steak with lazy, exaggerated movements.He took a slow sip of his mimosa, a smug grin plastered across his face."I told you, Mr. Morgan, people like us don't lose," Sean bragged, chewing slowly as he recalled the events o

The Milatel Palace Hotel was the most exquisite suite in the Northern Hemisphere.The engagement party of the year was in full swing, packed to the brim with the most ruthless corporate elites, snobbish socialites, and high-ranking officials across the five cities.At the center of it all was Audrey Rossman, draped in a breathtaking, custom-made crimson Chanel gown that hugged her curves with elegance, paired with limited-edition DaVinci heels and a blinding million-dollar diamond necklace.She looked like royalty, but inside, she was suffocating in a cage of concern about Sean Thickcup’s uncultured character.A few yards away, Sean Thickcup stood with his arms crossed, beaming with the smug, entitled pride of a predator who had finally cornered his prize.Mr. Morgan Rossman moved through the crowd like a king, accepting congratulations from every side, entirely convinced that this strategic alliance with the Thickcup family had solidified his empire for the next century.The double d