Novels by Dewhales Chrisney

The Vantrelis Grand Clubhouse was a luxurious palace of pleasure, reserved almost exclusively for the wealthiest and most powerful people in the country.Adrian’s sister, Daella Vanderleigh was hurled harshly into the ground of the dressing room with the other young girls in there as well, “Get dressed whore… I’d need you in ten minutes… The stout lady was the madam that pimped young girls trafficked to vantrelis club house to rich men for their perverted pleasure… Young people caught in petty crimes were threatened with some elaborate prosecution or imprisonment. Instead of allowing them to face the law, Vantrelis offered them a choice that was hardly a choice at all.Work for us. Pay your debt. Keep your freedom.Those who accepted soon discovered that the debt never seemed to disappear.Their documents could be withheld. Their movements could be restricted. Their earnings could be controlled. And anyone who attempted to leave could suddenly find themselves facing charges, threat

“You poor nuisance. Would you quit making noise and get on your knees to apologize for ruining Lady Cressida’s banquet?”Reese D’Aubery spoke with a filthy smirk, one arm wrapped possessively around Alyssa’s waist.Adrian’s gaze slowly shifted toward him.For a moment, his eyes settled on Reese’s hand resting against the woman he had once called his wife.Then he looked into Reese’s face.“The very man you assaulted years ago is standing before you now,” Lady Cressida said, mistaking Adrian’s silence for fear. “Do you see what he brought as my birthday present? Something you couldn’t afford even if you sold every organ in your body.”She gestured proudly toward the antique gift.“That is what a worthy first son-in-law looks like.”Adrian said nothing.His heart was already shattered by the news of his mother, but he couldn’t yet believe it. His sister was somewhere out there, and nobody seemed willing to tell him where she was.Yet instead of answering him, they were casually discussi

“You sewer rat! How dare you touch my grandson?”Lady Cressida shot to her feet, her face twisted with fury as she stared at Jorah sprawled across the marble floor. Every guest in the banquet hall was frozen in shock. No one had expected the useless live-in son-in-law they had known three years ago to put Jorah down so effortlessly.“I considered you family,” Cressida continued, pointing an accusing finger at Adrian. “I forgot that you were nothing but a common sewer rat. That was why I allowed a member of this family to discipline you instead of humiliating you by having our guards drag you out.”Her voice rose with every word.“I gave you that much honor, and you repaid me by injuring my only grandson!” “I didn’t assault him,” Adrian replied calmly. “I defended myself.”“You defended yourself?” Cressida laughed bitterly.“I am the Dowager of this house, and regrettably, you are my first son-in-law. You were fed, sheltered and given a place beneath this roof by my family. As long as

The same day at five o’clock in the evening, decorative lights illuminated the extravagant Auremont Grand Residence.Tonight was the seventieth birthday banquet of Lady Dowager Cressida Auremont, the head of the Auremont family.Her children, grandchildren, their spouses, close family friends, and several of the country’s most prominent socialites had gathered beneath the glittering chandeliers, each waiting for their turn to present their gifts.Lady Cressida sat proudly at the center of the grand sitting room, slowly caressing her Persian cat as the gifts continued to arrive.“Happy birthday, Grandma… Lady Dowager Cressida,” her second granddaughter said with a bright smile. “May you live as long as the oldest and most expensive wine in the world. For you, My husband and I brought something that has been in our family for generations.”She gestured toward two attendants. They carefully carried forward a large wooden case covered in deep red velvet.The room immediately quieted. Her

ADRIAN VANDERLEIGHAdrian froze to the spot, all throughout his life… He had lived an ordinary life, mocked and humiliated and called “Poverty version of the Vanderleigh.” Who would have thought he was actually the sole heir to this same global empire? “What use is this protection when I almost died on several occasions?” Adrian demanded, struggling to believe what he was hearing after twenty-five years of living as an ordinary man. “There were several attempts on my life in Blackridge. I nearly died on the battlefield too, and you call that protection?”The trustee was calm with utmost professionalism.“President Vanderleigh, your grandfather’s will was very specific. You were never to be interfered with unless your life was in immediate, unavoidable danger.”Adrian frowned.“From the moment you were born, you were secretly monitored and protected. But the protection was designed to remain invisible. It was never meant to interfere with your ordinary life, alter your choices, or p

ADRIAN VANDERLEIGHAdrian couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Betrayal and disappointment twisted inside him, cold and suffocating, tightening around his heart until it felt like he could barely breathe.“What are you doing, Alyssa Auremont?”Adrian asked, his voice broken.His voice distracted them and Alyssa turned immediately and when she saw Adrian her brows squeezed only in surprise, Alyssa didn’t look ashamed.She looked annoyed. “How did you get out of prison?”That was the first thing she said. Not Adrian. Not you’re alive.Just a question, as though his return was an inconvenience. Reese glanced toward him and scoffed.“Has your trash husband become a fugitive now?” He looked him over with contempt. “How did you escape prison, delivery boy? And where did you steal that army uniform?”Adrian heard them, but the words barely registered. His gaze was fixed at Alyssa, he couldn’t believe his sight, His wife. Alyssa. With the very man who had destroyed his life. The same man Adri