Novels by Sacréd Pen

As Nicholas and Ryan got back to the mansion, Nicholas turned to Ryan, his expression grim. "Ryan, make research on every possible place Malakai could be at the moment and the kinds of appointments he have. You need to be quick with it," he said, his voice laced with urgency. Ryan nodded, already moving towards the study. "I'll get started on it right away," he assured, his footsteps echoing down the hall. An hour later, Ryan returned, a triumphant gleam in his eye. "I think I've found something," he announced, handing Nicholas a sheet of paper. "What is it?" Nicholas asked, his gaze scanning the document. "The last call Malakai made was to a man named Alvonso, he also made a call last night to the same man," Ryan explained. "They agreed to meet at a place called 'Dark Centre.' I don't know where that is, do you?" Nicholas felt a chill run down his spine. "Dark Centre," he murmured, his expression darkening. "Yes. I know it well. Malakai has used it as a

Nicholas sat in his lounge, staring pensively out the window as he munched on the fresh fruit arranged on the table before him. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the glass, illuminating the worry etched on his brow. He had much to contemplate. While Nicholas was munching on the fruits, Ryan, strode into the room. Ryan's expression was unreadable as he placed a manila file on the table in front of Nicholas. "I have some news," he said simply, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and taking a bite. Nicholas looked up, his eyes narrowing. "Good news or bad news? All I've been hearing you guys tell me since I came back is bad news, I don't want anymore." he asked cautiously. Ryan shrugged noncommittally. "That depends on how you look at it, I don't know if it's good or bad," he replied, chewing contemplatively. Feeling a growing sense of unease, Nicholas sat up straighter. "Well, what is it then?" he pressed. With a heavy sigh, Ryan met Nichola

India's heart sank, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of this new revelation. The thought made her stomach churn with a mixture of betrayal and fury. She glanced out the window, noting that the day was waning, the sky slowly shifting to a deeper shade of blue. Turning back to Alexander, she reached out and grasped his hand, her gaze soft and reassuring. "I'm going to stay with you tonight," she said, her voice firm. "I want to be here, to make sure you're safe. He knows you're alive now, he might wanna try something stupid." Alexander smiled, his eyes brightening with relief. "Thank you, India. I'm glad you're here." The next morning, India rose early. She had slept fitfully, her dreams plagued by visions of her cousin in peril and Malakai's betrayal. As she dressed, she glanced back at Alexander, who was still soundly asleep. "I'll be back soon," she whispered, pausing to press a kiss to his forehead before slipping out of the room.

India rushed through the hospital's lobby, her footsteps echoing against the floors as she made her way to the front desk. Her heart pounded with anticipation. Just as she reached the counter, a familiar face caught her eye. "Dr. Sinclair!" India called out, her voice laced with relief. The physician turned and greeted India with a warm smile. "Lady Avendano, I'm so glad you're here," Dr. Sinclair said, gesturing for India to follow her. "I was hoping to speak with you." India fell into step beside the doctor, her gaze fixed on the woman's face, searching for any sign of good news. "How is Alexander doing? Is he awake? Can I see him? Even if not talk to him, it's my right you know it." Dr. Sinclair nodded, her expression reassuring. "Calm down, Lady Avendano. You have nothing to worry about, at all... your cousin has made remarkable progress. He's been asking for you, actually. If you'll come with me, I'll take you to his room." India's breath caught in her

India gripped the steering wheel tightly as she navigated the winding road. Her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of what had happened at home, how she just ended things with Malakai and Alexander, and the anticipation of seeing him was building with each passing mile. Maybe this time around, he'd be able to talk or say something. Suddenly, a familiar beeping from her phone disrupted the hum of the engine. India's brow furrowed as she glanced down, her eyes landing on the message notification that had just popped up. It was from the unknown number again. Her heart skipped a beat, as she clicked on the message and she read the ominous words: "You did a great job with Nimah. While I am very not satisfied with what you did, I am willing to reward you. Are you ready to know who killed your grandfather?" India's fingers trembled as she stared at the screen, her breath catching in her throat. She knew she should ignore the message, continue on to the hospital. But the curiosity that h

Malakai's eyes flashed with a mixture of confusion and hurt. He just didn't want to agree. "I don't understand. We've been working towards this for so long. The plan was foolproof. Why would you refuse to work with me now?" India offered him a small, sympathetic smile. "I know, and I appreciate all the work you've put into it. But my mind is made up. If you don't mind, I really should be going now." She rose from her chair, smoothing her hands over her skirt once more. Malakai nodded slowly, his expression resigned. "I see. Well, I respect your decision, India. I wish you all the best." India inclined her head. "Thank you, Malakai. And I'm sorry I have to leave so soon, but I have somewhere I need to be." "Oh, so soon. Where are you going though?" Malakai asked, his brows furrowing once more. "I need to get to the hospital as soon as possible," India replied, her voice soft. "Hospital? Are you sick?" "Oh no... I'm actually going to visit Alexande

Valerian turned toward the house but suddenly stopped. He couldn't simply barge inside without knowing who was waiting for him or what they had planned. He hadn't even seen the person behind the mysterious messages, and he wasn't foolish enough to walk blindly into a potential trap. After a moment's consideration, he decided to leave. He walked out through the gate and booked a taxi back to the mansion, keeping the box firmly in his possession. Upon arriving, he briefly checked on Crystal. As usual, she seemed gloomy, her expression reflecting the emotional toll her illness had taken on her. Valerian watched her for a moment before heading back to his room, determined to find out what the mysterious package contained. He placed the box on the table and sat down, resting his hand against his jaw as he studied it. The sender had deliberately concealed their identity, lured him to an abandoned house, and instructed him not to open the package until he returned home. What could possi

Valerian turned toward the house but suddenly stopped. He couldn't simply barge inside without knowing who was waiting for him or what they had planned. He hadn't even seen the person behind the mysterious messages, and he wasn't foolish enough to walk blindly into a potential trap.After a moment's consideration, he decided to leave. He walked out through the gate and booked a taxi back to the mansion, keeping the box firmly in his possession.Upon arriving, he briefly checked on Crystal. As usual, she seemed gloomy, her expression reflecting the emotional toll her illness had taken on her. Valerian watched her for a moment before heading back to his room, determined to find out what the mysterious package contained.He placed the box on the table and sat down, resting his hand against his jaw as he studied it. The sender had deliberately concealed their identity, lured him to an abandoned house, and instructed him not to open the package until he returned home.What could possibly b

Minerva's expression hardened with indignation as she retrieved her phone and dialed her lawyer's number. She had tolerated years of agonizing pain, endured countless medical examinations, and swallowed an assortment of medications under the assumption that the professionals entrusted with her health were genuinely attempting to save her.The call connected almost at once."Good day, ma'am. How may I assist you?" Christopher greeted her."Good day, Christopher. I want you to initiate legal proceedings against Dr. Lilian Richard of Sinclair Imperial Medical Center," Minerva instructed, her voice frigid with determination. "I have reason to believe that he has been prescribing fraudulent medication under the pretense of treating my illness. I want his conduct thoroughly investigated, and I want the hospital held accountable for any complicity in this deception."There was no hesitation in her voice. Years of suffering had already cost her enough, and she had no intention of a

Minerva retrieved her phone and dialed Dr. Richard’s number, allowing it to ring for several minutes before he finally answered.“Good day, Miss Minerva. How may I be of assistance?” the doctor greeted her, his voice carrying its usual professional cordiality.“Good day, Dr. Richard. I want you to send me my complete medical records, beginning from the year I commenced treatment at your hospital. I want every document pertaining to my diagnosis, prescriptions, and subsequent medical examinations.”There was a brief but noticeable silence on the other end of the line.Dr. Richard’s fingers tightened around his phone as apprehension crept into his expression. “Miss Minerva, is there a problem? May I ask why you suddenly require your medical records?”Minerva’s expression hardened.“Dr. Richard, I don't recall asking for your opinion. I simply want my medical records. Whatever reason I have for requesting them is a personal matter, and I expect you to respect that.”Her voice was cold, h

It had been twenty-four hours since Minerva was brought to Valerian's room, and throughout that period, Reyna had made several visits to check on her condition. Valerian, on the other hand, had remained attentive to her recovery, regularly burning Cliwood leaves to help regulate her breathing and prevent another episode from taking hold. Although Minerva had finally stabilized, her body remained weakened by the debilitating effects of Ashraven Degenerative Syndrome.The following morning, while Valerian was in his room, the butler walked in and bowed politely."Good morning, sir. Someone is here to see you. According to him, he has a package to deliver."Valerian raised his head, a slight frown creasing his forehead. He wasn't expecting anyone, and the unexpected delivery stirred his curiosity at once."Who is it?" he asked."He didn't provide much information, sir. He only said he was sent by his employer."Valerian rose from his seat and made his way downstairs to see the vis

Valerian's eyes flickered across his phone screen, and a frown creased his forehead when he saw Reyna's name. He slid his finger across the screen and brought the phone to his ear."Yes, I can hear you.""Please, I need you to come to the company right away," Reyna said urgently. "Madam Minerva is having one of her episodes, and this time, it's quite severe."Before Valerian could ask a single question, the call abruptly ended.He stared at the screen for a moment before shutting his eyes, an inexplicable sensation tightening in his chest. He couldn't quite understand why the news unsettled him, especially when Minerva had been deliberately avoiding him lately."Please, take a turn and head to Vallencourt Company," he instructed the taxi driver.Meanwhile, Minerva sat among the board members in the conference room, her gaze fixed on the presentation displayed on the screen before her. One of the executives was explaining the figures, outlining the company's latest projections and prop