Novels by Fash

Maya was so thrilled that, in her mind, she already saw herself as Ethan’s wife.'If Butler Frank is Ethan’s servant, that means he’s mine too.'With that thought, she turned to him and said, “Butler Frank…”Ethan’s expression darkened slightly. He had expected her to address him properly as Mr. Romano Reyes, not so casually as Butler Frank.Ethan himself could speak to him that way because Butler Frank was his subordinate—but Maya had no such privilege.Without the slightest hesitation, Maya continued, “Butler Frank, I’m flattered by your kind words. Since Ethan considers you family, I’ll do the same from now on. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”Ethan nearly laughed. The way she spoke made it sound as if she were bestowing Butler Frank some grand favor—like she was magnanimously declaring she wouldn’t treat him as a mere servant once she became the mistress of the household.Butler Frank, ever the humble man, simply nodded politely. “Thank you… thank you.” Though he knew Maya

The next morning, Ethan didn’t arrive at the office until ten.He had spent the entire night captivated by Marissa’s singing.With a glass of whiskey in hand, he listened as her voice transported him to a bygone era of New York, immersing him in a world of nostalgia and elegance.Marissa’s talent was undeniable—her voice rivaled that of a true diva.Had she not come from a wealthy family, with no need to pursue a career, she could have easily achieved fame and stardom.Mesmerized, Ethan pulled out his phone and recorded a few videos of her performance, sending them to his grandfather and Butler Frank.His grandfather, impressed not only by her voice but also by her timeless beauty, couldn’t help but express his admiration for her.Butler Frank couldn't help but feel envious of Ethan—he had long harbored feelings for Marissa.However, despite having had quite a bit to drink, Ethan didn’t lay a finger on her.The only thing he asked was for her to try on every dress she had brought with

Ethan stared at Marissa, utterly baffled, unable to grasp her intentions.Marissa rose from the ground, her expression transforming completely. Determination burned in her eyes, as though she had resolved to risk everything, even her dignity, for her cause."Mr. Sinclair," she began, her voice steady despite the weight of her words, "Giovanni, Tony, the Walt Disney Corporation staff, and those from the West’s company all know I came here to meet you today."Ethan nodded, his tone indifferent. "I know that. So what?"Marissa took a deep breath, then suddenly said, "I can stay here tonight."Ethan froze, utterly taken aback by her statement. What a brazen thing to say!It was in that moment he finally pieced together her meaning.The scandal of Tony sleeping with Maya—Ethan’s ex-wife—had been a public humiliation, tarnishing Ethan’s pride and reputation as the president of the prestigious Walt Disney Corporation. But if Ethan were to sleep with Tony’s mother, Marissa, the narrative woul

Three years ago, Sophie was just a high school girl with a petite and modest appearance, far from the alluring figure she had now developed.Back then, Ethan had always viewed her as a younger sister and never entertained any inappropriate thoughts about her. However, things had taken an uncomfortable turn recently.Alexander, ever the troublemaker, had been sending Ethan provocative photos of Sophie—images she hadn’t even posted on her Instagram. Each picture was more seductive than the last, leaving Ethan increasingly unsettled.Now, Ethan avoided even glancing at Sophie. Those photos lingered in his mind, and he found himself battling thoughts he knew were entirely inappropriate.The very idea made him feel despicable. Regardless of how attracted he had been to Maya, it had been within the bounds of marriage. But Sophie? That was entirely off-limits.Resolute, Ethan ignored Sophie’s attempts to engage him and left the villa without looking back.As he walked to his car with Lucky s

Ethan glanced at the bracelet but didn’t reach for it. "I don’t take back what I’ve already given. And let’s make one thing clear—I wasn’t freeloading off the Reynolds these past three years. I don’t want anyone thinking otherwise."His tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. The Reynolds had supported him during his time as a live-in husband, and Ethan wasn’t about to let them weaponize that against him now.Old Ms. Mimi gave a small nod of acknowledgment and took the bracelet back. She had always admired it, viewing it as a prized possession from her “formal son-in-law.” Now that she knew it was a gift from Ethan, she had been eyeing it with even more affection.As Ethan adjusted Lucky in his arms, he said flatly, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now.""Wait!" Maya called after him, her voice soft but insistent. "I’d like to speak with you alone. It won’t take long."Before Ethan could respond, Miss Julia chimed in eagerly, "Yes, Ethan! You’ve barely been here a moment.

Ethan ignored Old Ms. Mimi entirely, even though she was the matriarch and commanded immense authority in the Reynolds family. His presence here wasn’t for their sake but for Lucky’s."Where’s Lucky?" Ethan asked curtly, directing the question at Alexander—the only Reynolds he was willing to address directly.Alexander immediately replied, "Lucky is inside with Maya."Miss Julia stepped forward, eager to explain. "Ethan, don’t hold it against Maya for not coming out to greet you. She was on her knees for so long yesterday that she needed hours of emergency care at the hospital. She’s only just started to recover and can’t walk yet."Ethan knew Maya’s constitution well. She was indeed delicate and prone to fatigue. However, the claim of hours-long emergency treatment sounded exaggerated. For the three years they had been married, Ethan had been the one meticulously looking after her. He understood her health better than anyone else.Without commenting further, Ethan strode into the ho

"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