Novels by Six of Spades

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

Isabella clenched her fists so hard that her perfectly manicured nails dug into her palms. The humiliation she had tried to pour on Richard had backfired in the craziest way possible and now she stood in the center of it all, shaking with rage and disbelief.“This is ridiculous,” she snapped. “Whatever nonsense you did to her, whatever voodoo or trick you used on Michelle, it won’t last.” She laughed bitterly. “She’ll wake up soon and realize what kind of trash she married.”“That’s enough,” Michelle snapped.The murmurs died instantly and she faced Isabella.“I have tolerated your insults long enough,” Michelle continued. “And I will not allow anyone, no matter how valuable they think they are, to insult my husband under my roof.”Isabella scoffed. “I'm your biggest model. He's just a loser leeching off your wealth."Michelle nodded slowly.“Well, in that case you are no longer needed at GLAM.” Isabella froze. "What?" “You’re fired!”A sharp gasp echoed through the crowd. Several

The whole hall went silent immediately. Isabella could not believe what she was hearing. Her ears rang, her heart began to beat frantically and for several long seconds, she could do nothing but stare. Husband! The word repeated itself over and over in her brain, still refusing to make sense. Her gaze moved from Michelle to Richard and then to Marty, who stood ever so protectively in front of him.Isabella couldn’t even form a sentence. Her lips parted, but nothing came out. Her thoughts were tangled, clashing violently with one another. Richard was married to Michelle Donovan? The powerful CEO? The woman everyone feared and admired? It was absurd. It was simply impossible. It had to be some sick joke. Isabella’s nails dug into her palms as she tried to calm herself and make sense of the situation.Mandy was the first to break the silence. She frowned, her sharp eyes narrowing. “Hold on,” she said, her voice loud enough to draw attention. “This doesn’t add up at all.” She gestured

Isabella’s earlier fury evaporated the instant she saw Michelle and her face lit up with excitement, and a sense of relief.“Oh my God,” she breathed, grabbing Mandy’s arm. “Thank God the boss is here.”Mandy grinned. “Yes of course. It's time to give that broke loser what he deserves."The two women hurried forward, stopping directly in front of Richard and the security guards that were prepared to throw him out.Michelle’s eyes swept across the room, assessing every other person in the crowd before she turned her attention back to Richard.He stood there, tall and composed despite the attention. Two security guards flanked him, their hands hovering near his arms but not quite touching him. She already knew something was wrong but before she could make a move, Isabella reached her first.“Lady Michelle!” Isabella exclaimed in feigned excitement and threw her arms around her boss in a dramatic hug. “I’m so glad you came!”Michelle merely smiled at her."Of course. It’s a very importa

The night of the End-of-Year Gala arrived with the same pressure that always followed high-status events in the city. It was the kind of night where old money, new power, and hungry eyes all gathered under one roof pretending to admire art and charity while secretly studying each other’s bank accounts, outfits, and relevance.The event was being held at the Ambassador Grand Hall - white marble floors, tall glass pillars, golden chandeliers hanging across the ceiling. Richard knew the place all too well because he had been there a couple times for some events. The paparazzi were already lined up outside when a sleek black sports car rolled to a slow stop at the front entrance.A hush fell over the place and heads turned. Cameras swung instantly toward the new arrival and the next minute, Richard stepped out of the car.The flash of cameras exploded and everyone gaped at him in shock.He looked effortlessly regal in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo. The suit hugged his broad shoulders

Richard stood at the end of the quiet street and stared across at the small cream-colored house. It was the exact address that the president had given him. For a moment, he just stood there holding the bouquet of flowers and unsure why he felt nervous. Maybe it was because he knew he was walking into the unknown, something he always approached with caution.As he stepped closer toward the garden, he noticed a little boy kneeling in the grass, and pushing a toy truck back and forth. The kid was humming, completely lost in his own world. Richard paused as he didn’t want to scare the child.But then the little boy suddenly looked up and their eyes met.The boy squinted as if studying him. Then before Richard could turn away or pretend he wasn’t staring, the boy stood, dusted his shorts, and walked straight toward him.Richard straightened. Something about children always made him alert. Kids were unpredictable in their own innocent way.The boy stopped in front of him and tilted his hea

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