Novels by The_Juice

Epilogue Five Years Later. Leonora had forced us to come down to Delaware for Father’s memorial, instead of doing it separately, depending on the country. “I do not appreciate being here when I have a meeting in France,” Lorenzo whined over Lunch. “How do you cope with this rascal?” Nora faced Hazal with a disapproving look. “He is addicted to work as always, talking about being in France while we celebrate our father’s ten years memorial.” Hazel giggled, “You know how he is.” “Sweetie, are you taking sides with her? This is why you should never trust women.” Lorenzo pointed his fork at Nora. “She told me I could work as much as I wanted before I retire.” Then he continued eating. “I did tell him that, he kept saying he was bored at home and all.” “You are in this together. Nice. How is work though? I heard you have opened an IT center in New York and it is making waves.” “It’s all thanks to my husband and your husband too, he helped out with the set up and internal works.”

Chapter 76(TWO DAYS LATER)Hazel stirs in bed, her first movements since her emergency surgery two days ago. She slowly opens her eyes but can’t open them fully because of the brightness of the room. Lorenzo notices that she is trying to open her eyes and rushes to her side.“Hazel… Hazel, can you hear me?” he asks, his tone laced with desperation and worry. “I…can…hear…you.” She replied weakly.Tears of joy rushed to his eyes as he broke down in front of her. “I thought I was going to lose you. I really thought I was going to lose you.” He said in between loud sobs.Hazel watched with tears in her eyes as her man wept in front of her. Being too weak to do any other thing, she reached for his hand with a sense of longing.“I’m here, Lorenzo. I’m here.” She reassured him. This little action made Lorenzo cry harder.Hazel then remembers that she is with child. Panicking, she touches her stomach. “My baby, is my baby okay? Did anything happen to my baby boy?”“Our baby is fine. The do

Chapter 75As he got into his car, the incident with Daphne was already behind him, he gripped the steering wheel in anger as he tried to calm himself. He didn't know what he would do to Aurora when he found her, but he didn't trust himself not to hurt her. He parked his car in front of his Company and rushed out. He rushed towards the elevator, ignoring the greetings of his staff. Before he got into the elevator, he stopped one of them and told her to call the police. She nodded weakly and ran to do that.The elevator door closed and he punched in the button that took it to the basement floor. He knew that if Aurora was here she would make sure that none of the staff had seen her when she was coming so asking them was pointless. She wasn't stupid and she knew her way around the company. The elevator dinged and he stepped out. He looked around but couldn't find anything, he only saw metal pipes and heard water dripping somewhere. He looked around and saw a small light coming fro

Chapter 74Lorenzo took his car keys from the chauffeur and ran towards his car. He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of this before. Daphne and Aurora had worked together even if Aurora was only using daphne, she was the most likely person to know where Aurora was. He needed to get to the detection center as soon as possible, or else Aurora would get away with what she had done. He couldn't let her get away with it. She put the woman He is in love with in the hospital and took his child away from him. He owed it to Hazel to make her pay for what she had done. He couldn't even begin to imagine how broken Hazel will be when she wakes up and her child is gone, and it was all his fault. If only he had seen the signs earlier, he could have prevented this from happening, Hazel would be fine and their child would be alive. Aurora had to pay.He hastily parked his car and jumped out and ran inside to the reception."I need to see Daphne Giovannì " He said, out of breath.The lady at th

Chapter 73He sank into the chair, tears moved freely from his eyes as he mourned his baby in his heart. He had not gotten the chance to give it a name like Hazel wanted.Work had taken all his time that could not make time to have a talk about the baby’s name with his baby mama and girlfriend. She mentioned it a few times and he had told her to pick any names she wanted since she did a good job naming Sandro.She refused and offered to pick out some names then they would select the best ones of the baby which he agreed to but he never did.He had seen a tweet that Elon musk has many companies, 10 kids and he still replies to random tweets on twitter, no one is ever too busy to make time.He was rich, very richer than Elon Musk but he didn’t have ten kids nor did he use twitter, he had no excuse for not making time for his family.What was he running from? Was he scared that Hazel would treat him like she used to? Does he still have PTSD from the situation?He needs to see a therapist

Chapter 72Lorenzo tossed the cup to the floor and picked his wife up, Luca and the other guards rushed in. “get Alessandro and one of you should get the car.”“Yes sir,” Luca replied as a maid opened the door for him to go out. The maybach was sitting in front of the house, the chauffeur opened the door to the car. Luca put Alessandro in the backseat with his parents then he went to the back seat. He dispatched about thirty other guards to follow them while seven of them remained at home to watch over Nana.“Daddy, what’s wrong with mom?” Sandro rubbed his eyes, he was just waking up and trying to register what was going on.“Please put the car on lock,” Lorenzo asked the driver for Sandro’s sake. He was sitting beside the wall. “Luca, please call the hospital to wait for us at the entrance.”“Mommy is a little sick, we need to take her to the hospital for treatment.'' He hopes that Sandro buys his story because he was a smart boy and was going to read the situation.“She had blood

It had been months since Logan and Mia had time to truly relax. Logan’s responsibilities at his family’s company had multiplied as he guided it toward new heights, while Mia was immersed in her work with the non-profit organization and preparing for medical school. Despite their busy lives, they made sure to spend precious moments together, late-night dinners, quiet walks, and shared laughter, but those moments felt all too fleeting.Logan’s parents, Charles and Evelyn, noticed the strain on both their son and his wife. They’d come to adore Mia, who had blended seamlessly into the family with her warmth, strength, and kindness. Even Mia’s parents and grandfather saw the need for Logan and Mia to recharge. That’s when the idea sparked between the two families during a casual afternoon tea: a surprise trip for Logan and Mia, a retreat where they could unwind, reconnect, and indulge in some long-overdue relaxation.Working together, the parents crafted the perfect plan. They chose a ch

As Yuki took his first steps away from the agency, a whirlwind of mixed emotions swept over him. Years of dedication and relentless training had defined his life, shaping him into one of the agency's most skilled operatives. However, after everything that had happened, especially the danger his close friends and allies faced, he realized he wanted a life beyond the shadows. The long nights spent looking over his shoulder, the constant need for vigilance, and the weight of secrets had finally pushed him to seek a new beginning.Logan, understanding Yuki’s silent turmoil, didn’t hesitate to support his decision. On Yuki’s last day at the agency, Logan met him for a quiet lunch at their favorite little bistro downtown. The two men sat across from each other, each one keenly aware of the new phase ahead. Logan, now fully entrenched in leading his family’s company, and Yuki, ready to step into a world he barely recognized but deeply craved. As their plates were cleared, Logan handed Yuki

The atmosphere in the grand Leinhart mansion had shifted, a quiet tension settling into every corner as Lord Leinhart’s health waned. He had been the pillar of their family, guiding them through turbulent times with a firm yet caring hand. Now, his movements were slower, and his powerful voice often softened with an underlying fatigue that didn’t go unnoticed by those closest to him. His children and grandchildren had tried to pretend everything was as it had always been, but they couldn’t ignore the lingering fear that he might be preparing to say his final goodbyes.One afternoon, Lord Leinhart summoned his family to the study. It was a room filled with memories of past achievements, marked by framed accolades and family portraits hanging on the walls. The room was intimate yet regal, his presence radiating an authority that had commanded respect for decades. As family members trickled in, the atmosphere grew tense. Mia, Melissa, and other key family members waited, each wondering

Logan’s transition from the agency to the corporate world wasn’t without challenges. His father, Charles Frost, had always emphasized the importance of leadership and responsibility, and after the recent turbulence with the agency and the betrayal he’d faced, he finally understood the value of the stable legacy his father had worked so hard to build. Reluctantly at first, Logan accepted his father’s insistence to take the reins as the permanent president of the family company, but soon he was pouring his energy and determination into every project, every strategy, and every partnership. Charles had seen in Logan a vision that was ambitious and future-driven, and he wanted that vigor to push their company into new frontiers. Logan took on the challenge with both respect for the legacy his father had created and a passion for redefining what they could achieve. Within months, Logan’s influence was apparent. He fostered partnerships with promising startups, invested in sustainable ene

Alexander Wang had been planning this moment for weeks, every detail mapped out with an intensity that reflected the depth of his feelings. It wasn’t just about the proposal, it was about redemption, healing, and a fresh start. He knew what Lydia, known in the spotlight as Suzy Vert, had been through. She had stood in the face of his family’s skepticism, with no shortage of harsh words or hurtful judgments. Despite it all, she’d never faltered, showing grace and strength that had ultimately won over Alexander’s heart even more than before.That evening, he led her to a quiet, lantern-lit pavilion on the family’s expansive estate. This wasn’t just any garden; it was the same place where she’d been met with icy receptions and side-eyed glances. He had chosen it deliberately. The blossoms were in full bloom, and the warm scent of jasmine floated in the air, adding a touch of magic to the setting. Lydia held her baby, bundled in soft blankets, as they walked. She had no idea what Alexa

Sam had always harbored the desire to leave his position as an agent, yearning for a life beyond the shadows and endless fieldwork. The agency’s lifestyle had worn on him, filling him with scars both physical and emotional. So when he handed in his resignation, he felt an unexpected mix of relief and anticipation, as if he were finally stepping into the life he had been waiting for. Logan had been supportive, congratulating him with a genuine smile and a handshake that held unspoken gratitude. After everything they’d been through, Logan knew how much Sam deserved this next chapter.Not long after, Sam was contacted by Logan’s father, Chairman Frost, with an opportunity he couldn’t refuse. Chairman Frost had taken notice of Sam’s loyalty, and he was impressed by the integrity Sam had shown throughout his years as an agent. Besides, he was like his own son now.As a reward, Chairman Frost extended an offer that aligned perfectly with Sam’s aspirations, a position as president of on

The laughter had reached a fever pitch.The rich men slammed their glasses against the table, howling with amusement, slapping each other on the backs like they had just witnessed the world’s greatest joke.Alex let it wash over him without blinking.He sat there, unmoving, the picture of calm.Then, without a word, he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket.The mocking slowed slightly, a few men noticing the movement, curiosity flickering through their drunken haze.Alex’s fingers closed around a thin, solid object. He drew it out smoothly and set it down on the table between them with a soft click.A golden card.The lighting in the bar caught the surface instantly, throwing a sharp gleam across the polished wood.It wasn’t flashy gold paint or cheap shine. It was a deep, rich luster a card that spoke in a language no ordinary man would dare counterfeit.Silence fell over the nearest tables like a switch had been flipped.One by one, heads turned.The man with the rings froze

The tension was thick enough to choke on.Alex stood calm in the middle of it, hands still tucked casually into his jacket pockets, every muscle in his body ready to move the second they gave him a reason.The first guard squared his shoulders, clearly preparing to escalate, when the heavy front door of the bar swung open behind them.All movement froze.A man stepped out, flanked by two more guards who hung back respectfully, almost blending into the shadows. He was older, somewhere past fifty, but moved with the easy, unhurried grace of someone who had commanded respect for most of his life.He wore a tailored grey suit that probably cost more than most cars on the street. His hair was slicked back, silver at the temples, and a heavy ring gleamed on one hand as he adjusted the cuff of his jacket.His eyes, sharp and assessing, swept the scene in a single glance.The guards stiffened instantly.The first one dropped his aggressive stance and took a half step back.The man’s gaze land

Thea sat at her desk, three heavy envelopes laid out before her, each bearing the crest of the Smith family the intertwined black and silver sigil that carried weight across the country. Each envelope was slightly different. Different handwriting. Different thickness. Different energy.They were invitations.Polished. Formal. Calculated.But no matter how fine the paper or how elegant the phrasing, Thea knew exactly what lay beneath.Marriage proposals.The Smith brothers had made their move.Thea leaned back in her chair, studying the envelopes like a general studying the battlefield. She had seen this coming. Felt it in the way their interactions had shifted from rivalry to alliance to something heavier, more dangerous.Affection.Ambition.Possession.She tapped her fingers lightly against the desk, thinking.It wasn’t anger she felt.It was... regret.Because if things were different, if her world was simpler, if her heart hadn’t already tilted somewhere else without permissio

Morning sunlight spilled into Thea’s room, warm against the crisp sheets she hadn’t bothered to untangle during the night. She sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, her hands resting loosely against her knees.Dr. Nelson’s words from the day before still rang in her ears.Her grandfather’s condition had improved. More than expected. More than medicine alone should have allowed.She trusted Dr. Nelson’s skills, but he wasn’t easily impressed. If he said something unusual was happening, it wasn’t just politeness. It was a fact.Thea ran a hand through her hair, her fingers snagging against a knot. She needed answers.Her mind turned, slowly at first, then faster, piecing things together. There had been another visitor before she left for training. Someone Reed had brought, someone important enough that even Thor Walton had agreed to meet him.Master Roman Reigns.Thea frowned slightly, trying to remember every detail Reed had given her at the time. There hadn't been much. Ju

Two weeks later, the training came to an end.It had not been marked by any grand announcement, no ceremony or formal dismissal. It simply faded away, as naturally as the sun giving way to the stars. One morning, the dojo felt different. Not empty, but finished. Thea stood on the mat after her final sparring session with Alex, her body humming with the familiar ache of exertion, her breathing steady and deep.She still hadn’t beaten him.Not even once.No matter how fast she moved, how sharp her instincts grew, Alex stayed ahead of her, always calm, always just out of reach. It used to enrage her, that casual mastery, but now it stirred something else. A challenge, yes, but also a quiet, deep respect.Thea knew exactly how far she had come.When she first stepped into this place, her strength had been a hammer heavy, wild, effective only when brute force was enough. Now, her strength had edges. It cut clean where before it only crushed. Her movements were no longer reactive but int

The door to the dojo slid open, and General Earlton entered with the authority of someone who didn’t need to announce herself. She carried something wrapped tightly in dark cloth. Thea straightened without thinking, the exhaustion in her limbs forgotten the moment she saw Earlton’s face.Alex stood not far away, loose and at ease, but he still shifted a little when the general scanned the room with her eyes.Earlton crossed to Thea and unwrapped the cloth with a flick of her wrist. A set of throwing knives shined in the dim light, their sharp edges catching every stray sunbeam that slipped into the dojo.Without a word, she handed them over.Thea took them, feeling how heavy they were as they settled into her palms. These weren’t training toys. These were real, deadly tools.Earlton’s voice broke the silence. “You will throw at him.”Thea’s head snapped up. “At him?”Earlton’s eyes didn’t waver. “Stand in place. Throw.”Alex didn’t protest. He just walked to the center of the mat and

After serving their time in jail, Violet and her family found themselves at a crossroads. With their past mistakes behind them, they were determined to turn over a new leaf and start afresh. For Violet, this meant embracing humility and accepting the consequences of her actions.As they returned to society, the Marcus family faced the daunting challenge of rebuilding their lives from the ground up. With no wealth or influence to fall back on, they were forced to seek employment in whatever capacity they could find. Despite their previous status as affluent business owners, they were now just ordinary citizens, seeking redemption and a second chance at life.Violet, once accustomed to a life of luxury and privilege, now found herself working long hours in a factory alongside her family. Gone were the days of opulence and extravagance; instead, she toiled away on the factory floor, performing menial tasks to earn a living wage. It was a humbling experience, but one that she embraced with

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the rolling hills of the countryside, the sprawling estate of Cephas and Tyla stood resplendent, adorned with twinkling lights and fragrant blooms. It was a scene straight out of a fairytale, a breathtaking backdrop for the most elaborate wedding of the century.Guests from far and wide had gathered to celebrate the union of Cephas and Tyla, their hearts filled with joy and anticipation for the magical evening that lay ahead. The air was alive with excitement and anticipation as friends and family mingled, sharing laughter and heartfelt embraces.As the clock struck six, the soft strains of music filled the air, signaling the start of the ceremony. All eyes turned to the grand archway at the end of the aisle, where Cephas stood waiting, his heart pounding with anticipation.Then, to the strains of a haunting melody, Tyla made her grand entrance, her gown shimmering in the soft light as she made her way down the

Cephas parked his car outside the correctional facility, his heart heavy with mixed emotions as he prepared to pick up his stepmom, Ruth. He couldn't shake off the sense of betrayal he felt from her involvement in the embezzlement scandal that had rocked their family. Yet, there was also a glimmer of compassion, knowing that Ruth had served her time and was now paying the price for her mistakes.As Ruth stepped out of the facility, her shoulders slumped with exhaustion and regret. Her eyes met Cephas's gaze, and she could see the disappointment etched in his features. She approached him tentatively, unsure of how he would react to her presence."Cephas," she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion. "I... I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry for everything that has happened. I never meant to cause you any pain."Cephas remained silent for a moment, his expression unreadable as he took in Ruth's appearance. She looked worn and frail, a far cry from the strong, confident woman he h

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the picturesque wedding venue, Cephas and Tyla stood hand in hand, surrounded by their closest friends and family members. The air was filled with laughter and music, and the scent of flowers wafted through the air as they gathered to celebrate the union of two people they held dear to their hearts.Anta and Jose, radiant with happiness and love, stood at the front of the crowd, their eyes sparkling with excitement as they prepared to exchange their vows and begin their journey as husband and wife. Cephas and Tyla watched with joy as the ceremony unfolded, their hearts filled with warmth and affection for the couple standing before them.As the newlyweds exchanged their vows and sealed their love with a kiss, cheers erupted from the gathered guests, filling the air with a sense of jubilation and merriment. Cephas and Tyla smiled as they applauded the happy couple, their hearts brimming with happiness for their fri

Cephas was in the middle of a busy day at the office when his phone rang, interrupting the flurry of emails and meetings that had consumed his attention. Glancing at the caller ID, he felt a surge of anxiety wash over him as he recognized the number belonging to the hospital where his father was being treated. With a quick glance around the room to ensure he wouldn't be overheard, he stepped out into the hallway to take the call."Hello?" Cephas answered, his voice tight with apprehension."Mr. Walters, this is Nurse Thompson calling from St. Luke's Hospital," came the voice on the other end of the line. "I'm calling to inform you that your father's condition has taken a turn for the worse. We believe it would be best if you came to visit him as soon as possible."Cephas felt his heart sink at the news, his mind racing with worry and concern for his father's well-being. "Of course, I'll be there right away," he replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him. "Thank y

Tyla stood in the bustling kitchen of her pastry company, a proud smile on her lips as she watched her team of chefs and bakers work diligently to fulfill the influx of orders pouring in. The sweet aroma of freshly baked pastries filled the air, mingling with the sounds of laughter and chatter as her employees did their tasks.It had been a long journey to get to this point. After returning to New York and rejoining her company.Tyla had poured her heart and soul into reviving Wills Pastry. With dedication and determination, she had worked tirelessly to rebuild the reputation of her bakery.And now, all her hard work is paying off. The orders were pouring in faster than ever before, with clients coming from everywhere to sample her delectable creations. From delicate pastries to mouthwatering cakes, Wills Pastry was once again the talk of the town.But with success came challenges of its own. The amount of orders had forced them to shut down their website multiple times a week, unab