Novels by Six of Spades

After the whole drama of the evening, the party was set to get started.But then, Richard had an important unfinished business to attend to. Michelle had wanted him to stay until the end but it was not possible as he had to attend to his business immediately.“I’ll be home soon,” he promised.Marty waved enthusiastically, still riding the high of the night’s events, and Richard smiled faintly at him, lifting a hand in return. He got into his car and shut the door with a soft but final click. For a brief second, he rested his hands on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed ahead, breathing slow and measured. He thought of Michelle’s trusting gaze, of Marty’s proud smile, and then his thoughts shifted, sliding into darker territory.Richard started the engine and pulled onto the road, the city lights rushing past him as he drove farther away from the gala venue. The streets grew less crowded the deeper he went, the noise of celebration replaced by the hum of tires against asphalt and the d

Michelle stood very still for a moment after everything finally settled, as if her heart needed time to catch up with what her eyes had just witnessed.She realized that she felt protected in a way she had not felt in a very long time.“Thank you,” she muttered. Richard turned to her, and for a brief moment, the authority in his gaze softened. His eyes held hers, steady and reassuring, and he nodded once, as if what he had done required no thanks at all.Michelle shook her head slightly, still trying to process everything, still trying to fit the pieces together in her mind. She could not believe it. Her husband was not just an ordinary man. The way Richard had spoken to Carlo Moretti, the confidence that did not waver even for a second, it was something that could not be faked.She had seen powerful men before. She had dealt with them in meetings, watched them make threats and watched them crumble when things did not go their way. But Richard had been different. He had not raised hi

Everyone in the hall was still filled with disbelief when the video finished playing, and for a brief moment, it felt as though the entire world had paused just to absorb what had just happened. The murmurs that followed were louder than before, no longer filled with mockery or suspicion, but with awe, shock, and a growing sense of fear for the man who stood calmly beside Michelle Donovan.Phones began to vibrate all around the hall, not just Michelle’s this time, but those of investors, reporters, influencers, board members, and guests all around. Screens lit up one after the other as notifications flooded in at a pace that felt unreal. News outlets were updating their headlines in real time. Social media feeds refreshed endlessly. The same name that had been dragged through the mud minutes ago was now being defended with ferocity.Michelle’s phone buzzed nonstop in her hand. She barely had time to read one message before another popped up, and then another, and another. Her heart w

Richard stood at the center of the chaos and slowly, he reached up and adjusted the collar of his jacket.Michelle stood rooted to the spot, her heart still pounding violently in her chest. Her fingers trembled around Marty’s hand, but she did not let go. She stared at Richard with wide eyes, seeing him in an entirely new light now, as though the man standing before her was both familiar and completely unknown at the same time. There was strength in him she had sensed before, but this was something else entirely.Isabella, on the other hand, looked like she had seen a ghost.Her mouth hung slightly open, her face pale beneath layers of makeup. She clutched Chris’s arm tightly, her fingers digging into his sleeve. Chris himself was still recovering from the shock of being slapped, both physically and in pride. His cheek burned, and his eyes were filled with a mixture of rage and disbeliefRichard ignored all the gazes. He slipped his hand into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and glan

Michelle stared at her phone in complete disbelief, her eyes scanning the screen over and over again as though the words might rearrange themselves into something less destructive, into something that did not threaten to pull her entire life apart in a matter of minutes.She had known Chris Washington was powerful. But even then, she had not truly believed his threat could be this deadly, this immediate and so brutally effective. She had thought there would be warnings, negotiations, maybe a few days of pressure before things escalated.She had been wrong.Her phone kept buzzing in her trembling hand. Message after message poured in without pause.“How could you do such a thing?” her father’s text read.Her chest tightened painfully as she stared at his name on the screen. Her father had always been a proud man, obsessed with reputation and legacy. She could already imagine the look on his face as he read the scandal plastered across news sites.Another message followed almost immedia

The murmurs in the hall grew louder the moment Chris finished speaking.Everyone in that room knew who Chris Washington was. He was not a man who made empty threats. When Chris Washington said he would ruin something, it usually happened within minutes. The guests exchanged uneasy glances. Some shook their heads slowly while others leaned closer, whispering about how bad the situation was for MichelleIn all their gossip, most of them were certain of one thing - Michelle Donovan would reinstate Isabella.She had to. GLAM was her life’s work. After years of building connections, nurturing talent and fighting her way to the top of the modelling industry, there was no way she would let her loyalty to one man, no matter how much she loved him, to destroy everything she had built.Isabella stood tall again, confidence returning to her posture. Her lips curved into a small, satisfied smile as she waited for Michelle to do the sensible thing.But Michelle did not seem to panic.Just then, th

Thomas Bolton grabbed a dagger and lunged at Richard with a scream and just as he was about to drive it straight through his heart, Richard quickly sidestepped and the dagger grazed his arm slightly and Thomas fell to the ground. As he struggled to get to his feet, he heard a gunshot and felt a pain sear through his left foot. Bloody bastards!! Getting shot in the foot again!! He felt two pair of arms grab him and place him firmly back on his sit. As he sat, Chris grabbed a pistol from the weapons strap on the waist of one of the guards and pointed it at Thomas' head and cocked it and Thomas smiled at him."I don't think your pretty woman's going to like you very much if you kill me now." Thomas said with a smirk. "I mean, I haven't gotten around to telling her about her lost sibling and believe me, she'd really like to know that," he finished and Chris lowered the gun. "What? You know my siblings whereabouts?" Sarah asked and looked at him with teary eyes. "Of course I do. I kep

Thomas Bolton stared at Richard then looked at the gun in his hand. He felt betrayed. Just when he had shown a little trust in him, he had taken advantage of that trust and stabbed him in the freaking back. He had sold him to his enemies and for how much, he wondered. He looked back up at Richard and could see that his eyes were emotionless, almost like he had sold his soul or something. Thomas wondered if that change had been present in him all week and he had just been too oblivious to notice it or if Richard had actually done a very good job of masking it. What had turned him that way? He turned to look at Chris Bolton and his company. He recognized both ladies well enough. He had held one hostage amd the other, he had killed her father. Well, Chris Bolton had certainly picked his crew right. Between all three of them who seemed to be head of the group, he had certainly caused them a lot of pain and hurt. He tore his eyes away from the three of them and looked at Victor. Now that o

Chris Bolton was sitted in Michael Bolton's study with his laptop open in front of him but his mind was occupied. He is was in love with Sarah but couldn't confess it and he knew it wasn't because he was scared of being rejected by her or because he was worried about his father not accepting it. The reason he was worried about expressing his feelings for Sarah was because of Monica. He couldn't deny the fact that they had both had some tension between them when they had initially met. He had most certainly had something for her and he felt like she she had also had a thing for him, but he wasn't sure if she still had it. He has tried not to acknowledge his feelings for Sarah for a long time because he had felt like they made him disloyal to Monica, especially if she still had those feelings. What was he going to do? Was he supposed to just ask her? Wasn't that___? His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door and just as he opened his mouth to call for whoever it w

Richard aimed his gun at Luke Freeman and cocked it. Like his client Thomas Bolton, the bastard didn't deserve to live. He deserved to die and Richard without a doubt had absolutely no issue in giving him what he deserved. Besides, Thomas Bolton had betrayed him and there was no saying that the smart lawyer wouldn't betray him too. After all, it was just that afternoon that Thomas Bolton had reminded him about the possibility and risks of conversations being recorded. There was no saying that the sneaky smart ass hadn't recorded their conversation with plans to have him reported and arrested. Who knew? He really couldn't trust anyone. There was no saying that Luke Freeman wouldn't betray him because when all was said and done, Richard didn't actually have a single soul in the universe he could rely on to look out for him. He thought he had totally gotten rid of his little hopes and expectations of good from Thomas Bolton but apparently he hadn't because he could feel a tear trickle do

Luke Freeman wordlessly took the sit Richard had motioned him into with the gun in his hand. Wasn't he the adopted son of Thomas Bolton? What did he want with him? Had they had an issue earlier in the day? Why was he in his house at such a time of the night and with a freaking handgun in his damned hand? What could he do? Should he try to set off an alarm or something? What warning signal could he send his neighbours that would alert them that he was in danger? His neighbourhood was actually quite a quiet one full of people who minded their business so the chances of anyone actually noticing whatever signal he gave was a pretty slim one and the chances of anyone noticing that signal and actually acting on it was next to non-existent. He was certainly toasted. The young man with handgun which he was freely brandishing at him, could kill him and no one would know. Why on Earth had he given in to his tiredness and not listened to the voice that had told him to stay back at the office and

Richard remained sitted in his position as he replayed the conversation he had just listened to in his head. Well. Well. Well. It seemed like sneakily getting a voice recording of Thomas Bolton and Luke Freeman's conversation had most certainly paid off. So Thomas Bolton wanted to make some changes and adjustments to his will now, did he? That had without a doubt been the most - if not the only - important and interesting part of their conversation for Richard. He had to give it to his sixth senses for making him listen to that voice recording till the end of Thomas Bolton and Luke Freeman's conversation. What were the present contents of Thomas Bolton's will? What "changes and adjustments" could he possibly want to make? As far as Richard could tell he was the only heir of the old and insufferable bastard. Yes he was adopted but he was quite sure he was the only heir of Thomas Bolton. Didn't that naturally mean he was supposed to be the sole inheritor to all of the annoying geezer's