Novels by Pen thinker

Immediately, the king's brother began murmuring to himself, his voice barely audible but filled with absolute disbelief and rising panic."This shouldn't be happening," he whispered, shaking his head repeatedly. "This cannot possibly be happening right now."His voice grew more desperate and confused. "How can something like this actually happen? What the hell is really going on here?"He looked around the room with wild, unfocused eyes. "How? Is this some kind of elaborate prank? Some kind of sick joke?"But it was very clearly not a joke at all.That was when Brain and Serenity walked toward him with calm, deliberate steps, their expressions completely composed and professional.Brain spoke first, his voice quiet but carrying absolute authority. “As we speak to you right now, this entire palace and every exit surrounding it has been completely secured.”His tone left no room for misunderstanding. “You cannot escape from here. There is nowhere left for you to run.”Serenity stepped

At that moment, the king's brother's confident smile slowly began to fade as he pressed the phone harder against his ear and listened to the continuous ringing on the other end.He had called the ACE number, the most direct and secure line to the person he had personally handpicked and placed in charge of the entire Circle operation, his most trusted ear within the organization, his most reliable eye on everything that moved within the Circle's ranks.But nobody answered, the phone rang once.Twice, three times.Then more, each unanswered ring hitting him like a physical blow to the chest.Then he pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at the screen with growing disbelief, then brought it back up and listened again, desperately hoping for a voice on the other end.But Still nothing Just the hollow, mocking sound of an unanswered call echoing in the silence of the chamber.That was when the thoughts began flooding his mind uncontrollably, crashing through his carefully construct

At that moment, the king's brother threw his head back and started laughing, a deep, unhinged laughter that filled the entire chamber with an unsettling echo.“Just imagine!” he exclaimed between laughs, his composure finally cracking into something more unraveled and desperate. “Just look at the situation we've arrived at!”His laughter slowly faded into something more bitter and resentful as he turned his gaze back to his brother.“You have been walking around this palace acting as if I'm not worth anything,” he said, his voice dripping with years of accumulated resentment. “Acting as if only you matter in this entire equation!”His tone grew more wounded as he continued. “You never once consulted me when it came to important matters of state, never thought to bring me along when crucial decisions needed to be made!”He began pacing again, his emotions now fully unmasked. “You did everything possible to make sure that yes, I don't matter, that my opinions are worthless, that my pr

At that moment, hearing the full extent of his exposure and realizing that every single one of his carefully constructed plans had been completely unraveled, that was when something shifted dramatically in the king's brother.The desperate pleading and emotional appeals disappeared instantly, replaced by something far more cold and calculating.He nodded his head slowly and deliberately, his expression transforming from wounded brother to something far more dangerous and controlled.“Well, fine,” he said quietly, his voice dropping to an almost eerily calm tone. “Fine, fine, fine.”He straightened his posture and smoothed his clothing with deliberate composure. “Everything is perfectly fine with me now.”His eyes became harder and more focused. “I'm not going to waste any more time defending myself against your accusations.”His tone became completely cold. “And I'm not going to say anything else that I don't genuinely mean anymore.”A thin, dangerous smile spread across his face.

The king leaned forward with intense conviction. “Don't you realize that you can't keep pretending anymore? Can't you see that absolutely everything has been completely exposed right here in front of you?”His voice grew more incredulous. “And yet you are still claiming and acting as if you didn't do anything wrong, as if you're some kind of innocent victim!”The king's tone became more bitter. “You were supposedly literally fighting for me, fighting for the country, fighting for all of us and our royal family, when in reality you were literally fighting only for yourself and your own selfish ambitions!”His voice rose with righteous anger. “So what other kind of greatness could you possibly be talking about now?”The king's expression grew darker as he revealed the depth of his knowledge. “Oh, you think I don't know what you have been planning all along? You think I'm that naive and blind?”His voice became more intense. “I know everything that you've been scheming. I know exactly w

Immediately after hearing his brother's harsh words about shame and disgust, that was when the king's brother felt a surge of desperate indignation rise up within him.His voice became more passionate and pleading as he tried to defend himself against these accusations.“Why would you possibly be disgusted with me?” he demanded, his tone filled with genuine confusion and hurt. “Like, seriously, if we're going to be completely frank and sincere about all of this, what exactly have I done wrong?”His voice grew more urgent as he pressed his case. “Are you honestly telling me that you are going to believe whatever lies and propaganda the Supreme King literally feeds you, and you will abandon your own flesh and blood brother who has always stood by you?”The brother's tone became more emotional. “Have I ever done anything, even once, that would give you legitimate reason to feel as if I don't literally want to fight beside you in battle?”His voice cracked slightly with emotion. “Have

"I'm not interested in hearing explanations," the director said, cutting him off before he could speak. "I'm not interested in justifications. I'm not interested in anything except understanding the scope of what happened here so I can determine appropriate consequences."He turned back to the manager."These people," the director said, gesturing toward Raymond and Melissa, "are guests in this establishment. They ordered food and wine. They were spending money—significant money, from what I understand—in an establishment that depends on the patronage of people exactly like them."He paused."And your response," the director continued, his voice dropping lower, becoming more dangerous, "was to lock the doors. To call security. To threaten them. To create a hostile environment. To treat them like criminals instead of customers."The manager tried to speak."I don't want to hear it," the director said, and the words came out with finality, with the quality of a door closing. "I don't wan

The manager stumbled.Caught himself.His hand went to his face reflexive, protective, the instinctive response to sudden pain.His expression had moved beyond shock into something closer to complete disbelief, to the inability to process what had just happened, to the mental whiteout that occurs when reality deviates so dramatically from expectation that the brain simply cannot integrate the information.Around the room, there was chaos.Not loud chaos not shouting or screaming or movement but the chaos of multiple people simultaneously trying to process something that made no sense, that violated every expectation they had about how this evening was supposed to unfold, that introduced information so contradictory to their understanding that they literally could not speak.Penelope's mouth was open.Literally hanging open.She was staring at the director, at the manager, at the red mark on the manager's face, and her brain was visibly struggling to construct a narrative that explaine

A man entered the room.Tall over six feet, with the kind of presence that comes from natural authority rather than performed authority, from being accustomed to being the most important person in any room they enter.He was wearing a suit not just expensive but impeccably tailored, the kind of suit that costs more than most people's monthly rent, that carries within its cut and fabric the subtle signals of serious wealth, serious status, serious power.His face was composed but his eyes were moving rapidly, scanning the room, taking in the assembled people, the locked door, the security guards, the visible tension, processing everything in seconds with the efficiency of someone whose job requires rapid assessment of complex situations.And there was something in his expression something in the tight set of his jaw, the slight narrowing of his eyes, the particular quality of controlled anger that was present but being managed that made everyone in the room instinctively straighten, in

The silence that followed Raymond's cryptic countdown was a living thing.Not the absence of sound, but the presence of tension so thick it had weight, had substance, had the quality of something that pressed against the skin and made breathing feel like an effort.*Eighty seconds.*The words hung in the air like a sword suspended by a thread, like a promise of something inevitable, like the calm before a storm that everyone can sense approaching but no one can quite see yet.Around the table, the mood had shifted dramatically.The laughter—which had been so loud, so confident, so full of mockery just moments before—had evaporated completely, had been replaced by something more uncertain, more wary, more confused about what exactly was happening and what it meant.Penelope was no longer smiling.Her expression had shifted to something harder, more defensive, the look of someone who senses that the situation is not going the way she expected it to go but is not yet willing to admit tha

Victoria's smile had become more fixed, less genuine, the smile of someone who is starting to wonder whether the joke they're participating in is going to land the way they expected it to land.Derek had stopped wiping his eyes.Was watching Raymond with an expression that had shifted from pure amusement to something more complex amusement still present, yes, but mixed now with curiosity, with the beginning of uncertainty about whether this was still going the way he wanted it to go.The manager was watching with his arms still crossed, his posture still confident, but something in his eyes had sharpened, had become more attentive, more alert to the possibility that something unexpected might be about to happen.The security guards had stopped smiling.Were back to professional neutrality.Watching.Waiting.Melissa had not moved.Had not looked away from Raymond.Was simply present. Beside him. Trusting him.Raymond looked down at his phone.His thumb moved across the screen the smal

Derek was grinning openly now."This is beautiful," he said, and he said it with genuine appreciation, with the satisfaction of someone watching entertainment unfold. "This is genuinely beautiful. He's going to call someone. He's actually going to make a phone call. Like that's going to change anything. Like anyone he knows has the power or the interest to intervene in this situation."The manager was watching Raymond with an expression that had shifted from anger to something more complex—anger still present, yes, but mixed now with a kind of anticipatory satisfaction, the look of someone who is about to watch something fail spectacularly and is positioning themselves to enjoy the failure."By all means," the manager said, gesturing expansively, giving Raymond permission with theatrical generosity. "Make your call. We'll wait. We have all the time in the world. The doors are locked, security is here, and nobody is leaving until this bill is settled and you've learned—" he paused, emp

CHAPTER 544THE VERDICT 'You're under arrest, Mr Richard. Let me see your hands,' the chief of police demanded, his voice loud and stern.The senator knew at that point that there was no way to escape. He had been exposed, and the only thing left to do was to accept his fate.He raised his hands and was handcuffed while the other police officers pushed him further along.'You can't do this, please! There must be another way,' Jessica managed to say, though she wasn't sure what she was saying.The evidence was everywhere and she knew she wouldn't be able to avoid this one.Her husband was in trouble, and if she wasn't careful, she was going to get caught up in it too.By the time they came out of the house, everyone in the estate had gathered to witness the commotion. They stood with shocked expressions on their faces.The senator, who had just expressed his desire to become governor, was now handcuffed and being taken away by the police.It was a completely new experience for everyon

CHAPTER 543SHAMEJudge West was ashamed when he looked at his son.He had never been so angry about anything in his life. He was so furious that he felt like murdering someone to quell his anger.He was sitting in his house, about to finalise a deal, when the authorities burst in and began arresting everyone.This had never happened before, and it didn't take long to realise that it was his foolish son who had done it, exposing him to forces too big to tear down.'Father, what's going on, and why are you handcuffed like a criminal?' Andrew asked, his eyes filled with confusion.He had thought that, once he got to the police station, he would just call his father and everything would be settled. But what he was witnessing was a big shock that he couldn't explain.What was he going to do without his father, who had always been a pillar of support and shed light on his path?The road ahead seemed slippery and dark, and for the first time, he was scared of what the future might hold."Fa

CHAPTER 542DEFEATED "Suit yourself, but you're done for, and there's nothing you can do about it. You can try everything you know, but it won't work," Jeremy said confidently to Andrew. He made sure that he left no stone unturned.Everything that had happened had made Jeremy exasperated and he was ready to get justice.He had worked too hard to allow Andrew to be released so easily. He wasn't going to allow it. He was going to make the man suffer for everything he had put him through."You don't know what you're doing. If you did, you would stop now. I come from one of the most powerful families in New York, and you will not walk free from what you have done." Andrew muttered angrily to Jeremy.He couldn't believe that his control over those powerful men had been reduced to nothing. He was handcuffed like a common criminal; his father would be so disappointed to see him like this. This was a big disgrace to a man of his standing.He needed to think of an escape plan. He could not al

CHAPTER 541APPREHENDED Jeremy came outside and looked at the boss. They maintained eye contact for a while before Jeremy spoke with realisation "I actually knew that you were part of the circle, but I wanted to be sure before making any moves. Now it has come to light," Jeremy muttered with a smirk.He had his doubts, but after some research and conversations, he discovered that he was on the right track.Andrew,his father's butler had been the circus master all along while he was acting as though he had his back and wanted the best for him."After I spoke to you, you said something in that direction, but you quickly diverted it. I knew that something was wrong. I paid more attention whenever we spoke, but I didn't want to take drastic steps without solid evidence, because i knew that men like you could easily escape the law and i didn't want to take any chances. Now that we have proof, you will go down," Jeremy added. He was disgusted by Andrew.He was even surprised himself to se

CHAPTER 540FOLLOW THE TRAILS The circus boss started laughing to himself; he couldn't believe he had missed it. The answer he had been craving had been right in front of him the whole time, but he just hadn't noticed.For him, this was the connection he had been searching for, and there was no way he wasn't going to get what he wanted.The owner of the school, Mr Philip, must have known something, or rather, received the support he needed, which was why he thought he could challenge him.Although he was angry with the senator for his mistake, there was no reason why Mr Philip couldn't be involved.The situation was complex, but all he wanted to do was unravel the connection and iron out the kinks.He took out his phone and dialled a number; his patience was wearing thin and he just wanted to do something quickly.'Hello boss, at your service,' a man at the other end quickly answered, his voice filled with humility and loyalty.'Do you know Mr Philip's house? He's the owner of the bi

CHAPTER 539NEW DISCOVERY "What have I done? The Senator asked in awe, his mouth open in anger.It wasn't what he had expected Mr Raymond to say and the word alone had left him distraught."Don't you dare point the finger at me Raymond, I wasn't the one who was greedy and wanted twenty percent of someone else's profits. It was your selfishness and greed that brought us to where we are now". The Senator condemned, his tone firm with accusation.He wasn't going to accept Raymond's words and how he wanted to paint him as the bad guy. He had seen the signs and he wouldn't accept it."Greed, you say? You don't have the right to call me greedy. You wanted the governorship and you didn't care who you hurt as long as you got it. You're practically the reason we're in this mess," Mr Raymond fired back at the Senator.He was furious that the Senator was trying to use his involvement with Mr Philip to pin the blame on him.The indulgence of Mr Philip couldn't be the reason why things were going

Sarah did not flinch.She did not step back. She did not show fear or weakness or anything that might have satisfied the threat James had just laid at her feet. Instead, she simply nodded, her expression calm and resolved, as though they were discussing something mundane and not the possibility of her own death."Well," she said evenly, "you can do whatever you want. Like I said before, I do not actually care anymore. I have told you the truth. That is the truth. You can believe it or not believe it, but that does not change what it is." She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "What is left for you now is to go deal with that good-for-nothing fool. That good-for-nothing Hector who betrayed everything you thought you knew about him. That is where you should be focusing your anger. Not on me."She turned toward her car."So I will be taking my leave now," she said.James opened his mouth to respond, but Sarah was already moving. She gathered her things with quick, efficient m

James stared at Sarah, and the look on his face had shifted into something darker, something that carried real anger beneath it now, not the performative kind but the kind that sits deep and dangerous in a person's chest."I don't understand what you are trying to do here," he said, his voice low and controlled in a way that made each word land with deliberate weight. "Why would you tell me lies? Why would you say it was Hector?" He took a step closer, his eyes locked on hers. "Hector works for Ross Corporation now. He is nobody. He has no power. He has no reach. So why ....why would Hector come after me and my family? What would he possibly have to gain from it?"He shook his head, his jaw tight."We went through school together. We shared the same circles. I know who Hector is. And the Hector I know does not have the connections to do what was done to my family. He does not have the resources. He does not have the influence." James's voice hardened. "I am sure it was one of your num

Sarah pulled the hood tighter around her face as she stepped out of the restaurant, her movements quick and deliberate, her eyes darting left and right with the nervous energy of someone trying very hard not to be seen. The hood obscured most of her features, casting her face in shadow, and she kept her head down as she moved through the sidewalk crowd toward the parking lot, weaving between people without making eye contact.Her phone had been buzzing all afternoon.James.Call after call after call, each one ignored, each one sending a fresh jolt of anxiety through her chest. She did not want to talk to James. She did not want James to know where she was. She especially did not want to see James in person, because she knew exactly what James was capable of, and the last time they had been face to face had not gone well for her. Not well at all.She reached the parking lot, scanning the rows of cars until she spotted hers tucked into a corner space near the back. Relief flickered thr

Elvis heard the question and turned slightly toward Victoria, gesturing with one hand."You can go get in the car," he said. "I will be right behind you. Let me settle this with him first."Victoria nodded once and walked toward the vehicle without looking back.Elvis waited until she was out of earshot, then he turned to face the manager fully, and when he spoke his voice had lost every trace of the reassurance it had been carrying thirty seconds earlier."Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" he said.The manager's eyes widened."What?""Aren't you ashamed?" Elvis repeated, and now his tone had shifted into something colder, sharper, the voice of someone who has made a decision and is simply executing it. "What exactly do you want from me? You want me to call your director and get you your job back? Is that it? You want me to make phone calls, pull strings, recommend you for another position somewhere?" He shook his head slowly. "What did you actually do that would make me owe you anythi

Victoria and Elvis looked at each other.The silence stretched between them, heavy and loaded with the kind of disbelief that comes when reality refuses to align itself with expectation. This was not how it was supposed to go. This was not how any of it was supposed to unfold. That good-for-nothing bastard, that nobody who had been holding up the line and refusing to back down, was the one commanding military escorts and ninety-degree bows from the director of EJSK Luxury. What the hell was happening?Neither of them could find words for it.Victoria broke the silence first."We need to find out more about this guy," she said, and her voice had regained some of its edge, the uncertainty hardening back into purpose. "We really need to dig into who he is, because this does not make sense. There is something going on here that we are missing. Something big." She looked at Elvis. "We need to know everything."Elvis nodded slowly."Agreed," he said. "I will make calls. Get the footage. St

Elvis nodded slowly, his eyes still fixed on the stream of bags moving from the entrance to the waiting vehicles."Yes," he said quietly. "Exactly. This person is not a pushover. This person is not a novice. This person is a serious big shot."Victoria exhaled through her nose, something complicated moving across her face."If this had been the person they were standing up for," she said, and her voice had lost its sharp edges, replaced by something more measured and reluctant, "I would not even be that angry. I would still be upset, yes. But I would understand it. Because a person like this?" She gestured toward the cars, the bags, the sheer volume of it all. "A person like this deserves to shop in the same space as me. I would accept that." Her expression darkened again. "But that good-for-nothing bastard inside, that nobody who decided to make a mess of me in front of everyone and got the director to go along with it?" Her jaw tightened. "That is a completely different matter."And