Novels by Fash

“Whoa!” Mike exclaimed, eyes wide in shock. His face turned serious with a hint of nervousness. “Man, that’s... seriously intense.”Ethan smirked. “It gets better. Her husband’s going to catch you two in bed.”Mike nearly jumped out of his seat. “Hey, don’t joke like that!”He looked genuinely alarmed. “Come on, we’ve been friends for over a decade—you wouldn’t throw me under the bus like that, right?”Clearly shaken, Mike imagined worst-case scenarios. What if the husband showed up with a gun? Or even a baseball bat? Either way, it sounded painful.But Ethan reassured him calmly, “Relax. The guy’s not violent. If he walks in, the worst he’ll do is break down in tears. He’s not the type to get physical.”Mike breathed a little easier, but was still puzzled. “So what’s the deal? What did this guy do to you that you want to put him through something like that?”Ethan’s tone softened. “You’ve got it wrong. He didn’t do anything to me. He’s actually a good man, and I consider him a friend

Ethan sat in a modest room at an Express Hotel, sipping a cup of black tea from a paper cup. Across from him sat Mike—an old friend, now his ally in a new mission.Whenever Mike traveled to New York, he usually stayed at luxury hotels like The Peninsula. But this time, he didn’t bat an eye at the modest Express Hotel room Ethan had booked—a place that cost less than $50 a night.Mike understood Ethan’s background well. Despite not coming from wealth, Ethan had once trained alongside basketball legends like LeBron James, Carmelo Anthony, and Dwyane Wade—an opportunity few from humble origins ever had.“It was actually pretty easy getting here by plane,” Mike said casually as he settled in.Ethan studied his old friend’s striking features—so reminiscent of a young Leonardo DiCaprio—and spoke sincerely. “Mike, I asked you to come not just to catch up, but also because I need a favor.”Mike picked up the paper cup and took a sip of the cheap black tea without complaint.“Say no more, man,

Ethan could easily tell that, as a businessman, Corny didn’t really have much in common with an unemployed guy like him. But Corny still seemed eager to get closer to Clara through Ethan. Ethan smiled and said, “No problem! When are you coming back to Los Angeles? I’ll set up a dinner for you and Miss Clara.” Corny replied, “Let me check my schedule... The earliest I can make it is the day after tomorrow.” Ethan then added, “Corny, do me a favor—don’t let your wife know you're coming back just yet.” Corny sounded puzzled. “Why? Every time I come home from a business trip, I always let her know in advance. If I don’t, she gets upset.” “My wife loves me a lot. She even insists on picking me up at the airport whenever I get back. She says she likes the feeling of welcoming her husband home.” Ethan sneered inwardly. Corny, you poor fool. You’ve been living in the dark for so many years and still have no clue! 'Why do you think she insists you tell her ahead of time? It’s because sh

“Whoa!” Mike exclaimed, eyes wide in shock. His face turned serious with a hint of nervousness. “Man, that’s... seriously intense.” Ethan smirked. “It gets better. Her husband’s going to catch you two in bed.” Mike nearly jumped out of his seat. “Hey, don’t joke like that!” He looked genuinely alarmed. “Come on, we’ve been friends for over a decade—you wouldn’t throw me under the bus like that, right?” Clearly shaken, Mike imagined worst-case scenarios. What if the husband showed up with a gun? Or even a baseball bat? Either way, it sounded painful. But Ethan reassured him calmly, “Relax. The guy’s not violent. If he walks in, the worst he’ll do is break down in tears. He’s not the type to get physical.” Mike breathed a little easier, but was still puzzled. “So what’s the deal? What did this guy do to you that you want to put him through something like that?” Ethan’s tone softened. “You’ve got it wrong. He didn’t do anything to me. He’s actually a good man, and I consider him a

Ethan had already settled the score with Tony and Cayden. Now, there was one more person on his list—Renee. Renee hadn’t harmed Ethan directly. In fact, she hadn’t even blocked his number. He figured that if they happened to cross paths on the street, she’d probably still smile and greet him as if nothing ever happened. Over the past three years, unlike others, Renee had never mocked him for being a live-in son-in-law. And yet, Ethan still held resentment toward her. “If it weren’t for Renee Quinn,” Ethan thought, “maybe Maya wouldn’t have changed into the person she is today.” He could still vividly recall the sweet, sincere, and innocent Maya from three years ago. Back then, after marrying Ethan, she would politely ignore flirtatious advances from other guys on campus and purposely maintain a respectful distance from any man. She had once been the picture of loyalty and purity. But everything changed after Maya witnessed Renee cheating on her husband for the first time follow

Maya stared at Cayden in disbelief. They had never been intimate, so she knew without a doubt that the baby wasn’t his.“What are you saying?” she asked, confused. “If I don’t go through with the abortion, how can we even get married?”Cayden had previously told her he didn’t mind the pregnancy, but also claimed that his grandfather was old-fashioned and would never approve unless she terminated the baby.Now, Cayden took a deep breath, already prepared with an answer. “Maya… I need to be honest. I lied to you.”“Lied to me?” Maya’s expression froze. “About what?”Lowering his head, Cayden put on a guilty, remorseful look. “The truth is… my grandfather doesn’t even know you’re pregnant—or that you’ve been married before. I never told him.”“As for what I said about needing to have an abortion before we could get married… I made that up too.”Maya blinked, puzzled. “But why would you lie about something like that?”Cayden sighed, playing the part of the conflicted lover. “Because I was

"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