Novels by Fash

At first, George assumed the man was some kind of attacker—an assassin or thief—which explained why he had backed away in panic and huddled in a corner. But once he took a closer look and realized the man appeared calm, polite, and respectful—falling to his knees and begging for money rather than posing any threat—he relaxed.After confirming there was no immediate danger, George slowly approached him.He looked the young man up and down before speaking. “Hey, what brings you here asking us for money like this?”Ethan was also baffled. It was beyond strange that someone had shown up out of nowhere on the yacht asking for cash.The young man answered sincerely, “I spotted your yacht from the riverside, and through a pair of binoculars, I saw you all dining. I figured you must be wealthy people. To someone like you, $20,000 might be no more than the cost of dinner.”“So I jumped into the river and climbed aboard, hoping to ask for help.”He reached into his soaked clothes and pulled out

Clara had previously mentioned to Ethan that her younger sister, Elena, had a more lively and spirited personality than she did.In truth, Clara herself used to be cheerful and full of life. But everything changed when her family was hit with a crisis. Forced to drop out of school early, she stepped into the business world before her time. On top of that, becoming the mistress of her father’s old friend hardened her, gradually transforming her into the composed, more reserved woman she was now.Elena, on the other hand, had been spared from all of that. From the moment Clara made the difficult decision to be with George, it guaranteed Elena a future of ease and comfort.Clara had sacrificed herself to secure a carefree life for her sister.Since their parents passed away, Elena had grown very dependent on Clara, and their bond became especially strong.Clara gently scolded her, “Elena, that’s no way to talk to your future brother-in-law.”Then she turned to Ethan with a soft smile. “D

Cayden scoffed with clear disdain. “Handsome? Seriously? That guy? Come on—he’s already way past his prime. And even when he was younger, he wasn’t exactly a looker.”To Cayden, George’s appearance was nothing special. In fact, he thought he was being generous by not calling the man flat-out unattractive. He couldn’t wrap his head around why Maya seemed so impressed.Maya, however, rolled her eyes and shot back, “You clearly don’t get it. A man’s charm isn’t just about his face. It’s also about presence, composure, and how he carries himself. Just look at Uncle George—he exudes confidence, and the way he takes command of the conversation at the dining table? That’s charisma.”Earlier, Maya hadn’t thought much of George beyond being an older man with wealth. But after Cayden pointed out who he was, she started to notice the commanding aura he projected—and found it strangely magnetic.It wasn’t unusual—many women were drawn to men of power and influence, even if they weren’t convention

George’s cold attitude toward Ethan didn’t sit well with Clara at all.In her memory, George had always been refined and composed—not someone to act petty or rude. She couldn’t help but wonder if his behavior now stemmed from feeling inferior to Ethan.Clara spoke up, her tone calm but firm. “Mr. Langston, my boyfriend truly appreciates everything you’ve done for me. He knows your status and influence well. That’s exactly why he went to such great lengths to arrange tonight’s dinner on the most luxurious yacht in the world—so he could host you in a way that’s worthy of your position and express his gratitude properly.”“But the way you’re behaving right now doesn’t reflect the grace and class expected from the president of a publicly listed company. Shouldn’t someone in your position be more composed and courteous?”George’s expression darkened as he turned to Ethan, his voice laced with resentment.“Ethan Sinclair… if you’re so resourceful—if you really have the connections to rent t

George had always been a cunning, calculating businessman—hardened by years of experience in high society. To him, dealing with someone like Ethan should’ve been effortless.What Clara didn’t know was that after she left George, unable to endure the loneliness, he had taken a pretty college student as his mistress.At the time, the young woman had a boyfriend. But George, ever the manipulator, invited the young man out for a private talk.With just a few sharp words, George had the poor guy—who came from an ordinary background—reduced to tears. The boy ended up walking away from the relationship on his own.So, George had assumed Ethan would crack just as easily—buckling under pressure and retreating from Clara’s life.But things weren’t going according to plan at all.Instead, Clara was radiating joy. When she reached the pool with Ethan, she practically lit up with excitement.“Wow! The design is stunning! The water’s the same shade as the sea—it looks amazing, like a visual masterp

Out of nowhere, an ultra-luxurious green yacht appeared on the Huston River!Towering at around 110 meters, the vessel’s sleek, futuristic design looked more like a high-tech spaceship than a traditional yacht—it completely shattered the crowd’s expectations of what a cruise ship could look like.Tourists gathered on both sides of the river were left in awe, eyes wide with disbelief and fascination.“Oh my God! What is that?! Is it a spaceship? A UFO? It looks like something from a sci-fi movie!”“That can’t be real. It has to be a hologram or a mirage—no way a yacht like that actually exists!”“Wait! Isn’t that the world’s first hydrogen-powered yacht—Aqua?”“Aqua? Yeah, I’ve heard of it! That’s the one owned by Bill Gates, right? He supposedly spent nearly a billion dollars building it! Insane!”“Wasn’t it scheduled for launch two years from now? Has it already hit the water? Don’t tell me Bill Gates is the one who booked out the Huston River today!”The crowd went wild. Dozens of p

"You insolent fool! Kneel before me this instant!" commanded Old Ms. Harrington, her voice dripping with authority."Do you think you can break the family's laws and walk away without consequence? You fool!""Family rules! What rules!" Tyler exclaimed, defiant.Old Ms. Harrington's eyes narrowed, but there was a glimmer of understanding in her gaze. "Have you forgotten the agreement you signed with our family? Three years ago, when you became a son-in-law of the Harrington family, you vowed to accept our family's rules and face the consequences if you ever betrayed us. Does that vow still bind you?"Tyler stood tall, his voice steady. "It absolutely does."A nod of acknowledgment came from Ms. Harrington. "Very well, then you understand your offense," she said, her voice calm but firm. "Bring me the 'Judgment Rod." At her command, Richard produced a long, intricately carved rod, a symbol of the family's history and tradition.The Judgment Rod, passed down through generations, was mo

As Tyler and Nicholson arrived back at the villa, the atmosphere grew tense. The grand estate loomed ahead, its elegant facade belying the turmoil within. The car came to a halt, and before Tyler could gather his thoughts, two mafia members swiftly moved in. They grabbed him roughly by the arms, holding him tightly as they yanked him out of the car. The forceful grip sent a jolt of pain through Tyler's shoulders, but he bit back any signs of discomfort.The men dragged Tyler across the gravel driveway, his feet barely touching the ground. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline surging as he struggled against their iron grip. His mind raced, searching for a way to escape, but the mafia members' firm hold left him little room to maneuver.At that moment, the door to the villa opened, and Old Ms. Harrington emerged, followed closely by the rest of the family, coming from the private room. Their expressions ranged from curiosity to contempt as they took in the sight before them. Old

Andrew cut off Old Ms. Harrington with a smirk. “Haha! Drunk? Emily, don’t take this the wrong way, but you share some of the blame. You never let Tyler get close to you in the four years you were married. Even if you’re beautiful, it doesn’t matter if he can’t be with you. No wonder Tyler spent the night with Agnes!”Emily’s mother couldn’t stay silent any longer. “Andrew, that’s unfair. Emily’s status is far above Tyler’s. If she had been intimate with that disgraced son-in-law, it would have been an insult to her. It would have tainted her.”Andrew scoffed. “You’re just trying to keep her pure so she can marry a wealthy man after you find a way to get rid of Tyler, aren’t you?”Ms. Jenner said, "You...""Any word from you again, and you're going out!" Old Ms. Harrington hollered. "Even if Emily is like that, he has no reason to have an affair! What does he take our family for? I can't wait for that beast to arrive here!"After saying old Ms Harrington reach to her stroked poodles

"Please continue enjoying yourselves while I have a little conversation with my family," Old Ms. Harrington said, her voice calm yet authoritative. "And I apologize for any discomfort I may have caused." She smiled warmly, her eyes sweeping over the guests, who responded with nods and encouraging smiles.As she made her way toward the private sitting room, her children and grandchildren followed her immediately, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. Old Ms. Harrington’s composed demeanor reassured the guests, and they resumed their mingling, the hum of conversation and clinking of glasses filling the air once more.Old Ms. Harrington paused at the doorway, turning back to give one last, reassuring smile before disappearing into the room, her family trailing behind. The grand chandelier cast a warm glow over the gathering, and the soft music playing in the background created an elegant ambiance.Inside the private sitting room, Old Ms. Harrington took a deep breath, ready

Old Ms. Harrington turned to Andrew and said, "I'm sorry, Andrew. I know I was the one who put you in this mess!" Her voice was firm as she embraced Andrew in a tight hug. "I won't allow that to happen to you anymore!" Andrew nodded his head, tears welling up. "Grandmother, I'm also sorry for the shame I brought to today's celebration. I was just trying to protect myself from the man who was bullying me, saying I had to pay up for the drug money I owed him, even after I said I wasn't into drugs anymore! After that, he tried to kill me!" "I know, Andrew. You can't kill anyone; it was just self-defense, wasn't it?" Old Ms. Harrington asked, her voice gentle but strong. A devilish smile played on Andrew's face. "Yes, Grandma. I can't kill anyone," he said, lifting his head. Old Ms. Harrington held Andrew's face in her hands, looking deeply into his eyes. "How was the agreement between you and Mr. Blackwell? I hope the government has pardoned our family!" she asked, her voice full

Meanwhile, Tyler, unaware of the storm brewing against him, made his way home. He took a shortcut through a secluded alleyway, his mind preoccupied with the day's events. As he turned the corner, three men stepped out of the shadows, blocking his path."Tyler, right?" the leader of the group said, cracking his knuckles. "We've got a message for you from the Harringtons."Tyler's eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation. "I don't want any trouble," he said, trying to stay calm."Too late for that," the leader sneered. "You crossed the wrong family."Before Tyler could react, one of the men swung a bat towards him. Tyler ducked just in time, but the second man lunged at him, catching him off guard. A fierce struggle ensued, with Tyler fighting back with everything he had.However, Tyler dodged the incoming punches from the leader, who was covered in tattoos, with ease. He leaped onto the alleyway's railing effortlessly and then kicked one of the attackers in the face."Damn! This as