Novels by Quin Ari

“What did you think I went to do with Don, your grandfather, and your brother?” Ethan asked, slipping his hands to the pillow as he watched her closely. “You really thought I couldn't direct them from home?”Victoria’s brows drew together, a faint frown forming as she tried to connect the dots. He could see the gears turning, her confusion deepening.Ethan stepped closer, voice low and patient.“I was only supposed to destroy the CCTV cameras,” he said. “That was the plan, simple. No footage, no trace.”He paused, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.“But when I got there…” He tilted his head slightly. “The footage told a different story.”Victoria blinked. “What story?”Ethan’s eyes hardened with memory. “The president kept a memory card hidden in his room. Tucked away where most wouldn’t notice. But he isn’t careless—he watches everything. He was too observant. Too alert. And that made me suspicious.”Victoria’s breath hitched.“And you know me,” Ethan added quietly, a dark edg

“Oh, you son of a bitch, I should have known it was you all along!” he barked.Ethan’s laugh crackled through the phone, low and mocking. The president’s grip tightened around the device.“Once a General, always a General,” Ethan taunted. “Did you think I got this far with a dull brain? Even to steal money, you still have to be smart.”The president scoffed. “I’ll deal with you. This call is being recorded, just so you know.”Ethan let out a cold, bitter laugh. “Go on—play it. Show it to the public. And then watch yourself cry. Because what I have coming for you… you won’t see it until it’s too late, my dear.”The president didn’t answer. His throat tightened, and for a moment he could only stare at the wall, unmoving. His hand drifted to the back of his neck, fingers digging into the tense muscle.“What… do you want?” he asked, his voice lower than before.“Let’s meet,” Ethan said. “I’ll send the address. And if you try anything funny, I won’t hesitate to end you.”The line clicked o

The president turned around and froze. On the giant screen behind him played a video of him having sex with multiple women. His jaw dropped. For a heartbeat he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. How the hell did this leak? Who did this?“Turn it off. Turn it off, pull it, pull it, pull it! Switch this thing off!” he barked, voice cracking with panic.His men scrambled, looking around frantically until one finally managed to kill the feed. But the damage was done.Flash after flash exploded in his face as the paparazzi surged forward, cameras raised like weapons.“Mr. President, is this infidelity?”“Sir, how do you feel about this revelation?”“Mr. President, care to explain?”Their questions crashed over him as he stood there, exposed, stunned, and rapidly losing control of the room.The president staggered back a step, his throat tightening as the barrage of questions closed in on him. His security detail formed a wall, but the reporters pushed against it, shouting over one another

Chapter 158.The president’s convoy rolled to a stop in front of the media house. One of his guards stepped out first. The security detail opened the door, and the president emerged. Instantly, the paparazzi swarmed him, flashing cameras and thrusting microphones forward.He slid his hands into his pockets, eyes scanning the crowd with a mischievous glint. To him, this was only the beginning, his opening move against General Ethan. He would make sure Ethan regretted ever crossing him. No general would ever get the upper hand over the president.He scoffed.The reporters pushed closer.“Sir! You requested an urgent press briefing—what’s happening?” one shouted.“What’s your issue with General Ethan?” another pressed.The president stopped walking and slowly removed one hand from his pocket. The crowd hushed, cameras lifting higher. He glanced at his watch as though their questions bored him.“My issue with General Ethan?” he repeated, raising a brow. “I have no issue with him.”A mur

Chapter one fifty seven.Victoria slammed the door open, the sound cracking through the room. Ethan’s head snapped up, pen freezing halfway across the page.“The press is here,” she said, breathless.A curse slipped out of him as he sprang to his feet. Papers rustled, one even sliding off the table as he stood too quickly.“They’re not supposed to be here.” Victoria stepped inside, lowering her voice. “How are we supposed to pull this off now?”Ethan dragged a hand through his hair and started pacing, each stride sharp and uneven. His jaw flexed, the muscle ticking hard—he didn’t need to say it; the panic tightening his shoulders said enough. He kept glancing toward the window as if the reporters were already clawing their way in.This wasn’t just bad timing. The press had a talent for ripping him apart, piece by piece, and today of all days, he couldn’t afford that.Not when he needed to reach the media house before the president even set foot outside.Then Ethan froze mid-stride. T

He placed his hands gently on Victoria’s shoulders. Her eyes searched his, desperate, exhausted from trying to make sense of everything.“Well… there was no pain,” he said quietly.Victoria’s mouth fell open. “What do you mean there was no pain?” she asked, confusion tightening her voice.He gave a short, amused chuckle. “Because there wasn’t any pain,” he said simply.She shook her head. “That doesn’t make sense. We literally saw you suffering, Ethan. You were in pain! And now you’re saying there wasn’t?”A faint smile tugged at his lips. “I thought I was in pain. That’s why I reacted like that. But now it makes sense why my master said, ‘There’s pain when you save them, but not really.’ it's like my head was messing with me.”Victoria blinked, still trying to wrap her head around it.He let out a frustrated laugh, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe it. All that pain… it was just in my head.”His voice cracked with disbelief, and for a moment, she couldn’t tell if he w

Jack shoved his hands into his pockets and held William's gaze without blinking. That only made William hotter with anger, he could not believe a kid like this would dare insult him. He gritted his teeth.William answered a call and flipped the phone to speaker. “There’s an idiot at the downfall,” the voice said. “If that person doesn’t leave the company, I won’t invest.” Jack didn't flinch; he only scoffed. “I’m coming,” the caller finished, and the line went dead.“You don't know what you’ve done,” William snapped. “I’ll make you pay. You’ll regret this day.” Jack smiled then, calm, almost amused. He loved that William was the one losing his temper, not him. He took a slow step closer, his calm presence only feeding William’s fury. “Regret it? That’s funny,” Jack said softly, almost mockingly. “Because right now, you’re the one losing control.”William’s hands trembled slightly as he balled them into fists. “Control? You have no idea who you’re dealing with!” he shouted, his

Chapter thirteen.“Sir—” he began.“Just call me Jack,” Jack cut in, his voice sharp enough to slice through the silence.Mr. Black swallowed hard and nodded. “Jack… announcing you as the cleaner doesn’t seem like a good idea.”Jack’s lips curved into a dry, humorless smile. “Just do it.”A tense pause hung in the air. Mr. Black drew in a deep breath, eyes flicking to the stack of files on the desk as if searching for courage. “Then I’ll have to appoint Ms. Evelyn Harper,” he said finally.Jack’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing. “Why her?”“She’s supposed to be your mentor,” Mr. Black replied, his tone low but firm. “And right now, she’s the only one who can be by your side without them noticing.”Jack’s jaw tightened. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then he muttered under his breath, “Fair enough,” though his voice carried the weight of a man who hated to admit it.“Let’s go,” Mr. Black said quietly.Jack followed him down the hall, the sound of their footsteps echoing like a

Chapter twelve.Sanito rushed into the café, slightly out of breath.“Sorry for coming late,” he said, extending his hand toward Jack.Jack smiled as he shook it, then pushed back his chair to stand.Sanito raised his brow. “You’re leaving already?”Jack gave a short chuckle. “I’ve got an emergency.”“Come on, man,” Sanito protested, shaking his head. “I just got here. At least give me ten minutes.”Jack glanced at his watch, then sighed. “Sorry, I really have to go. I’ll see you another time.”Sanito exhaled, shrugged, and finally nodded.Jack bid Sanito farewell and stepped outside. For the briefest second, his eyes caught a woman in dark sunglasses watching him. He frowned but shook it off, hailing a cab and heading home. When he arrived, surprise flickered across his face, a sleek black GLE was parked right in front of his house. Jack smirked, curious. He wasn’t expecting anyone.A young man stepped out of the car and walked toward him.“You must be Mr. Jack,” the man said.Jack

Chapter Eleven.Arthur couldn’t enjoy the party any longer, he hated being there. He turned to Melissa and muttered, “Pack your things. Let’s get the hell out of here.”Melissa frowned and leaned closer, whispering, “But babe, the party’s just getting started.”Arthur hissed back, louder this time, “Let’s go.”All eyes were on them. Not wanting to make a scene, Melissa forced a tight smile and stood up, waving goodbye to her friends.As they reached the door, Saint-James called out, “Losers!” The crowd erupted in laughter. Arthur clenched his fists, jaw tight, and stormed out.As they stepped outside, Arthur’s anger boiled over. “This is all happening because of you, Melissa!” he snapped, striding toward his car.“How is it my fault?” she shot back, hurrying after him.He stopped abruptly and spun around, making her stumble. His eyes burned with fury. “If you hadn’t dated that idiot, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”Without waiting for her reply, Arthur yanked the car door open, slid

Chapter 10Gasps filled the party hall. The crowd quickly formed a circle around Jake as the influencer—an online personality known as “RichieBoy_X,” who loved exposing fake rich people at events—stepped forward with a smug grin. He had nearly a million followers and was live-streaming already.“Let’s see if this so-called rich boy is actually who he says he is,” RichieBoy_X announced dramatically, holding up the blinking diamond tester like it was Excalibur.Arthur folded his arms and leaned against a pillar, smiling triumphantly. Melissa stood beside him with her arms crossed, pretending not to care, but the hope in her eyes was clear: she wanted Jake to be humiliated.Jake stood calmly in the center of the growing circle. He looked at RichieBoy_X, then at the crowd filled with hungry eyes, waiting for a show.RichieBoy_X stepped forward. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. Unless you’re lying. Then it’ll hurt your reputation forever.” He pressed the tip of the tester to the diamond on Jak

Chapter 9The night had finally come. Katy’s birthday party was the hottest event on campus. Held in a luxurious mansion on the edge of the city, everyone who was someone—or wanted to be someone—was there.Flashy cars lined the long driveway. A red carpet stretched all the way to the entrance and everyone present wore expensive suits and glittering gowns.All eyes turned as a particular gold Lamborghini screeched into the driveway. The doors lifted up like wings, and out stepped Arthur in a gold suit with black lapels, flanked by Melissa in a glittering silver dress that shimmered like ice. Her hair was curled to perfection. Behind them trailed Nathan, Daisy, Samantha, and the usual crew of spoiled bullies, all dressed to kill. Their arrival became the talk of the show.Arthur walked confidently with his chin up, as if the party was held just for him. He greeted people like a celebrity. Melissa held his arm, smirking as though she were already queen of the night.Everyone wanted to kn

Marcus dropped the gun on Grey's chest, covering his face with his hands before standing up and pulling his hair back. He walked away, got into his car, and drove off, lost in thought.As he arrived home, he rested his head on the steering wheel, wondering how he would face his parents. He was still reeling from the revelation that his parents, whom he had believed were dead, were actually alive.With a sigh, he stepped out of the car and locked it, noticing the eerie silence. As he entered the house, he flipped on the light switch, and suddenly, everyone screamed "Surprise!"Marcus flinched, taken aback by the sudden noise and the sea of faces before him. He was surrounded by loved ones, all holding flowers and balloons, their faces beaming with joy."What's going on?" Marcus asked, genuinely surprised, and they all smiled.Sandra stepped forward, beaming. "Since your parents are alive, I thought of doing a little celebration to mark the happy news," she explained, and everyone nodde

"I should be the one saying that," Grey sneered, laughing evilly. Marcus stared at him, his eyes blazing with fury, as he moved forward."You dare think of hurting my parents?" Marcus growled.Grey shrugged. "That's the rule of the street: kill to survive."Marcus shook his head in disgust. "Not your own blood, Grey. He was your elder brother, and you dared to do this to him?"Grey smirked. "Spare me the crap, Marcus. You would have done the same if you were in my shoes. It's survival. The rule is to survive. Your father thought he could have all the good things in life and make me his puppet? Never. I took control of my own destiny."Marcus scoffed. "Take control of your destiny? You call this control? Locking up your own family, manipulating and using them for your own gain?"Grey didn't answer, he just shrugged his shoulders, his expression unrepentant."You know one of the things I hate?" Marcus asked, his eyes blazing with anger as he stared at Grey."What?" Grey asked, a hint of

The next day, after breakfast, Marcus set out to Grey's house, parking his car at a distance. He put on his hoodie and stepped out, glancing around cautiously before walking towards the gate. To his surprise, it swung open with ease, suggesting Grey had forgotten to lock it. Marcus entered, still looking over his shoulder, and pushed open the creaky front door.As he stepped inside, his eyes scanned the empty rooms, his gaze darting everywhere. The house seemed abandoned, with no signs of life or warmth. Marcus let out a sigh, confusion etched on his face. Why did Grey's house look like no one lived there?He began to climb the stairs, trying to be careful not to make a sound, his senses heightened as he ventured deeper into the house.Marcus stood in the middle of the house, his eyes scanning the area, trying to locate the source of the mysterious noise he had heard earlier. He finally found the room, but it was locked. He searched for something to open the door, but found nothing

Sandra groaned, trying to sit up, and Marcus rushed to her side, helping her into a comfortable position. She gave him a weak smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Leaning back against the pillow, she whispered, "Thank you."Marcus nodded, adjusting the pillow for her. The silence between them was awkward, until Marcus cleared his throat, forcing Sandra to look at him. "I want to ask a personal question," he said, his eyes locked on hers.Sandra nodded weakly, "Go on."Marcus held her hands, his voice filled with emotion. "Have you ever thought of marriage?" he asked, his eyes searching for answers.Sandra smiled weakly, but this time, it reached her eyes. "Does it matter?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Marcus nodded, urging her to answer. "Please, answer me. Have you ever thought of marriage?" he asked again, his voice filled with longing.Sandra chuckled, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Why are you so interested? When did you begin to care?" she asked, her voice

"What?!" Marcus exclaimed, stunned, and Katherine nodded, swallowing hard. "The report came in when you left to find her," she said, her voice trembling. "It showed that she's carrying a child." Marcus gasped, cursing under his breath as he rubbed his hair in disbelief. "No, no, no," he muttered, shaking his head. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He didn't need a DNA test to know the child was his. Overwhelmed, Marcus collapsed to the floor, covering his face with his hands. He felt angry at himself, frustrated that he couldn't protect his own child. "I couldn't be there for my own child... what kind of father am I?" he mumbled, slapping himself in despair. Katherine rushed to his side, trying to calm him down. "Stop, Marcus, please," she begged, but he shook her off. "No, I have failed," he repeated, slapping himself harder. "I have failed as a father. What kind of father am I?" he asked, his voice cracking with emotion. Katherine paused, taken aback by his word

Amayah seized the opportunity to escape, dashing outside as Marcus was distracted. She spotted Owen and rushed towards him, relief washing over her. "Baby, let's get out of here! Marcus is crazy!" she begged, tugging on Owen's arm.But Owen didn't budge. Instead, he pulled her close, his hands gripping her waist tightly. "How did you think I ended up here?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.Amayah swallowed hard, confusion etched on her face. "I don't get it," she stammered.Owen let out an evil laugh. "You're truly dumb," he sneered, his eyes glinting with malice.Amayah's eyes widened as the pieces clicked into place. "Wait, you... you tracked me here?" she asked, disbelief etched on her face.Owen nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Amayah tried to step back, but he caught her, holding her tight. She was trapped, and Owen's grip only tightened as he reveled in his sinister triumph."I didn't just track you here," Owen sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. "