Novels by Quin Ari

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. "

Chapter ninety three."I don't get it," Victoria said, frustration etched on her face.Ethan chuckled, standing up. "You will understand one day," he said with a knowing smile.Victoria rose to her feet, her eyes locked on his. "What games are you playing?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.Ethan's laughter was low and husky. "Games? Me? Play games? I'm not playing games with anyone," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement.Victoria's gaze narrowed. "So, there's no wedding?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Ethan's smile grew wider. "Why wouldn't there be a wedding? There would be a wedding, my dear," he said, his fingers brushing against her face as he removed a strand of hair.Victoria's heart skipped a beat at his touch. "What's your best move?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.Ethan's hands crossed behind his back, and he leaned in slightly. "You shouldn't let people know your next move. All you should do is enjoy the game," he said, his breath w

Chapter ninety two.Maria raised her eyebrows; “What do you mean?”Ethan leaned forward and said; “Because you will be in prison!” Her eyes widened. Maria's face turned pale, and she swallowed hard. "Pri…son," she stammered, her eyes wide with fear. But Ethan's response was unexpected - he burst into laughter. "I wish you could see your face," he chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Come on, chill. Why would you go to prison? Did you offend me?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.Maria shook her head, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. Ethan's gaze lingered on her, a sly smile spreading across his face. He couldn't wait to crush her, but for now, he wanted to savor the thrill of torturing her. "I'll send some cash to you, and the lawyer will contact you, okay?" he said, his tone dripping with condescension.Maria nodded, giggling, and leaned in to kiss his cheeks. "You're the best, darling," she cooed. But Ethan's reaction was immediate - he wiped his cheeks clean, hi

Chapter ninety one.Just as Maria wrapped her hands around Ethan's waist and leaned in to kiss him, Victoria cleared her throat from behind, her timing deliberate. The sound was enough to make Maria's eyes snap towards Victoria, a hiss escaping her lips as she chewed her gum loudly. Maria pulled Ethan closer, but he promptly pushed her aside, a sly smile spread across Victoria's face as she watched the exchange, her eyes gleaming with a knowing light. Meanwhile, Maria's expression darkened, her eyes flashing with annoyance and irritation at being rebuffed in such a manner."Babe," Maria mumbled, her voice laced with disappointment. Ethan's response was curt: "I'm busy. I have enough on my plate." His tone was nonchalant, but Maria's smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure. "It's fine," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I would have called you, but your number wasn't connecting," Maria continued, her words aimed at Ethan. “Caleb already brought th

Chapter ninety.Ethan's response made her eyes widened in shock, and she gasped as Ethan said, "My father." "Wait, what do you mean by he's your father?" Victoria asked, her voice laced with confusion. “You called him your uncle, the other day.” Ethan nodded, a sad smile crossing his face. "I call him my uncle," he explained, his tone bitter. "There's no way that man can ever be my father. He doesn't deserve the title. That man is a monster," he spat, anger flashing in his eyes.Victoria's grip on his hands tightened, a mix of shock and empathy washing over her. She couldn't believe that Don, the man they both knew, was Ethan's father. The hatred emanating from Ethan was palpable, and she could sense the depth of pain he'd endured since Don didn't hesitate to pull the trigger at Ethan. She wondered what more has he done to Ethan. Without thinking, she pulled him into a hug, her eyes welling up with tears.Ethan chuckled in surprise, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "What

Chapter Eighty nine.Ethan's eyes blazed with fury as he approached Don, who was tied and gagged. He signaled for his men to remove the covering, and Don's face was revealed, his eyes flashing with defiance. Ethan's expression was cold, calculating, as he said, "If I were you, you'd plead for death." Don's response was laced with venom. "Why should I plead for death when that's what I want?" Ethan's smile was mirthless. "That's why I said you should plead for death." Don's eyes seemed to gleam with a mix of confusion and desperation, as if he had nothing left to lose. Ethan's gaze, however, was calculating, his mind racing with the possibilities of how he would make Don suffer. The silence between them was oppressive, heavy with unspoken threats and unresolved vendettas.Ethan's voice was low and menacing as he spoke, "You see, Don, death would be a mercy. But I'm not feeling merciful today." He took a step closer, his eyes locked on Don's. "I'm feeling like you'd appreciate a

Chapter Eighty Eight.The doctor's eyes flickered to Ethan before returning to the woman, a subtle cue that Ethan's presence seemed to influence the situation.“We are sorry…..we couldn't save him!”The woman's eyes locked onto the doctor, her face frozen in shock. Victoria and Ethan stood by, their skin prickling with goosebumps as a chill ran down their spines. The woman's lips parted, but the words faltered, trapped in her throat.The doctor's expression was somber, his voice barely above a whisper. "We're so sorry."The woman's voice cracked as she finally managed to speak. "I... my husband can't be dead." Victoria stepped forward, her hands outstretched, and gently grasped the woman's, offering what little comfort she could in that devastating moment.The doctor's somber expression spoke volumes as he shook his head and walked away, leaving the woman standing in the doorway. As she stepped inside, her gaze fell upon the figure covered in white, and she froze. The room fell s