Novels by Wheezpen

Dear Readers, Thank you for being part of this incredible journey. Your support, excitement, and passion have made every chapter worthwhile. I really love your commitment. But this is not the end—far from it. Get ready for my next book, "The Crippled Husband Fights Back!" A man cast aside, left

Two weeks after Mr. Gabes death. With Mr. Gabes gone, the balance of power shifted. The Nearl Nation, once an influential force, became the most dominant power in the country. Every major nation and organization acknowledged Bryan’s leadership, either out of fear or respect. Governments worked clo

Bryan’s eyes widened. “What?! Really?” Yvonne nodded, her expression unreadable. “Yeah. Two weeks.” Bryan took a deep breath, trying to process. “You telling me that means…” Yvonne finished the sentence for him, her voice steady. “That you’re the father.” Bryan gulped, struggling for words.

Ava was surprised and just gazed at them. Vivienne put on a weak smile and softly said, "Ava…" Ava nodded, her expression unreadable. “Vivienne. Sir. How can I help you?”. Mr. Thonks gulped and hesitated before explaining, "We just left Mr. Gabes’ place. We went to ask for our money, but he sent

In front of the Nearl Nation headquarters, the atmosphere was electric. Investors, staff, newly hired employees, and even hopeful applicants crowded the area. The company’s reputation had skyrocketed, and news of its high salaries had spread like wildfire, drawing thousands eager to secure a positio

Mr. Gabes stormed into the Blue House, He barely acknowledged the armed guards stationed at every corner, his mind consumed by a single thought—getting his money back. As he approached the president’s wing, a familiar figure stepped into his path—Mr. smith , the president’s secretary. Tall, compos

Sandra and Clara had the audacity to immediately double crossed Stiles and Victoria. "you think you can assault me and just go. haha.... foolish man, I will teach you a lesson today", sandra shouted, then instantly called for the security. "gauurrrds!". Stiles was immediately surrounded by four men, each gripping a baton with heavy intent. Sandra screamed, “Where were you when this unknown piece of shit entered? Beat him to a pulp now!”. The guards grinned, cracking their knuckles. Victoria’s breath hitched as she gripped Stiles' arm tightly. The first guard lunged forward. Stiles moved like lightning—his palm striking the man's throat in a swift snap. A disturbing crack followed, and the man stumbled back, clutching his neck, wheezing violently as he dropped to his knees, coughing so hard it echoed through the lobby. The second tried to be smarter, approaching from the side with a low swing, but Stiles ducked, twisted, and delivered a brutal kick straight to the man’s ankle.

Meanwhile, back at the hospital, the doors burst open. Stiles stormed in. One of the soldiers spotted him instantly and rushed over. “Sir! Sir—”. “Where is my wife?” Stiles snapped. The soldier froze, words catching in his throat. “She... she just left, sir.” “In her condition?!” Stiles growled, grabbing the man by the collar. “She shouldn’t be moving around, let alone leaving the damn hospital!” “I-I tried to stop her!” the soldier stammered. “She insisted... sir, she was determined. I didn’t dare stop her—she said it was urgent!” Stiles clenched his jaw, releasing him with a shove. “Where did she go?” “We’ve already informed headquarters. They're tracking her now.” “Good. Tell them to send me her location. Right now.” “Y-yes, sir!” the soldier scrambled to call it in as Stiles turned and stormed out. --- At the Elliot mansion... Victoria ignored Clara and Sandra’s taunts, her lips trembling but her eyes burning with purpose. “I’m not here for you,” she sai

Victoria started to get up. She threw the covers off and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. The doctor watched her fumbling through the cabinet beside her bed, searching for her dress. “Ma’am!” she gasped, rushing over. “What are you doing?! You can’t leave—” “I’m going to get the drug,” Victoria said firmly, slipping one arm into her dress. “I don’t have time to lie here and wait.” “But you’re still injured! You’re not cleared—” Victoria cut her off with a sharp glance. “If I don’t go, Amelia loses her limbs forever. Do you understand that?” She shoved past the doctor, half-dressed,. Her steps were slow, limping, and painful—but they were hers. She reached the hospital entrance, only to be stopped by a soldier stationed at the door. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but you’re not permitted to leave yet—” Victoria raised a hand. “Don’t worry about me. Leave me alone.” “But, let me escort you...". “Who are you, and what make you think you can stop me” she said coldly, and the steel

Victoria jolted awake, A sharp beep echoed in her ears—the heart monitor. The room spun, sterile white walls and soft fluorescent lights above her. She was hooked to several IVs, her hand trembling as she tried to yank them out. "Amelia!" she screamed, her voice hoarse. "Amelia, where is she?!". The door burst open. Two doctors and a nurse rushed in, urgency in their steps. "Ma’am, please!" one doctor said, gently pushing her back onto the bed. "You need to lie down. You’re still not stable." "I don’t need rest!" she cried, trying to push past the weakness weighing down her limbs. "Where is my daughter?! Tell me where Amelia is!" "She’s safe," the second doctor said quickly. "She’s doing good at the moment. She’s in our pediatric wing under tight protection. You’re the one in critical need of care. You’ve got three fractured ribs, a broken arm, internal bleeding… You’ve been through hell. You need to rest." Victoria’s body trembled, and she tried again to get up—but this ti

Inside…Mr. Howard stepped closer, eyes burning with menace. "Who the hell do you think you are? Barging into a place, filled with big men and my son, and you beat him senseless?!" Stiles didn’t flinch. He stepped forward, his gaze cold."Who the hell do you think you are, letting your scum of a son captivate my wife?.That bastard locked her up, tortured her, and paraded her here like a damn trophy."His jaw clenched."I should’ve killed him. And guess what? I still might."Mr. Howard’s smile dropped. His brows furrowed, and his lips tightened. That was enough for him."Then you are not leaving here alive," he said, voice deathly calm. "Men—leave us. This room's about to get messy."The men hesitated. One even stammered, "we would like to watch how he suffer"."OUT!" Mr. Howard roared.They all scrambled like rats and started getting out. one of them said."He's dead for sure… someone take a picture of his corpse when it's done."Only Copper remained, a bloody grin stretching acros

Copper's eyes lit up with relief as his father stepped through the shattered doorway. His lips curled into a cruel grin, his pain momentarily forgotten. "You're doomed now," he sneered, blood dripping from his leg. Victoria clenched her fists, eyes squeezed shut. "Oh, God… Mr. Howard is here." She turned to Stiles, "Stiles, listen to me. Mr. Howard isn't just this country’s assemblyman—he runs a cartel. He owns a powerful cabal in this state. If you kill Copper, he will hunt us until the end of time. Please… just leave. Leave everything to me." Stiles didn’t move. His gaze was locked onto the man now kneeling beside Copper. Victoria had accepted her fate. Firstly, she was dying, also, she really mess with the officials eye, even if she escaped, she would be hunt down until they kill her. this is a lawless country, the powerful, and the wealthy Rules. "Who the fuck did this to you, my son?!" Mr. Howard held his son. Copper pointed a trembling, bloodied finger at Stiles

Ryan and Ms. Victoria also rasied thier head and saw that it's him, and before Jasper could say anything, Ms. Victoria let out a mocking laugh. "Wow! What a surprise. I never expected to run into a useless piece of shit like you here!" Jasper sighed inwardly. He had only come to buy a car, yet somehow, trouble had found him again. He had no interest in wasting his time with these people, so he simply stepped aside, intending to walk past them. Unfortunately, Ms. Victoria had other plans. "Oh, you're running away?" she shouted, raising her voice so the people nearby could hear. "How dare you slap my daughter simply because you couldn't afford a two-thousand-dollar meal? You're nothing but a lowlife! You have no money, no status, and no shame!, Now you want to run away so I won't disgrace you" Jasper stopped briefly but didn't turn around. Standing beside Ryan was a slim, beautifully dressed woman named Nina. She wore an expensive-looking dress, and the designer handbag hanging fro

“Give me my money!” Emma kept shouting “Give me my money now! You are the one who made me throw it away!” Harrington stared at her for a moment before letting out a cold laugh. Instead of showing any sympathy, he simply shrugged. “You made your trade,” he said. “And trading is a risk. You took the risk yourself.” Emma's eyes widened in disbelief. “But this is my last money!” she cried. “That was everything I had! You told me you are sure!” Harrington's expression hardened. He clearly had no intention of accepting responsibility for what had happened. “Look, I don't have anything fucking to do with this,” he snapped. “I didn't know the stock was going to drop this badly. Not my fault” Emma shook her head furiously. “You were the one who told me to invest in it!” Her voice attracted even more attention from the people around them. Several investors turned toward the pair, and before long, a small crowd had gathered around them. Some people immediately recognized what had happ

After some moment, The Market finally open. The moment trading began, the stock Harrington and Emma had chosen started climbing again. The numbers moved upward on the screen, and the reaction from the people gathered around them was immediate. “Wow!” one of the bystanders exclaimed. “I knew this would happen!” Another person nodded excitedly as the price continued moving upward. “Look at it! It is already climbing, and it’s even faster this time!” Harrington laughed loudly. He turned toward Jasper with an expression full of triumph. “You see that?” he said. “This is how real investing is done.” He folded his arms proudly as he watched the stock continue to rise. Emma was even more excited. She looked at Jasper and began laughing again. “What happened to all that confidence?” she asked mockingly. “You were so certain Harrington was wrong. Now, you nearly wet yourself!” The people around them continued reacting to the rising price. Some praised Harrington’s decision, while oth

Harrington folded his arms and looked around at the people gathered around them before turning his attention back to Jasper. “Apparently, everyone here can see that you are just choosing a whole lot of nonsense,” he said with a smug smile. “Even they know those stocks are going nowhere.” He then turned toward Claire, his expression becoming more serious as he pointed toward the screens. “If you are the one putting your money into those stocks, I would advise you to pull out right now,” Harrington said. “You still have time to save yourself from making a very stupid mistake.” Claire looked at him for a moment, then glanced toward Jasper. Although it was her money, she had already decided to trust Jasper, and she was not going to let Harrington make her doubt that decision. “What I do with my money is none of your business,” she replied firmly. Emma immediately burst into laughter. “You should just leave her,” she said to Harrington, shaking her head. “She will soon cry!” S

Harrington hadn’t expected Jasper to actually have the guts to challenge him. For a moment, he simply stared at him before letting out a mocking laugh. “Do you even know my reputation here?” Harrington asked arrogantly. “I am not some penniless bastard like you who wandered in here by accident. People in this trading hall know who I am. I am master in this!". Emma immediately joined in. “Exactly. Jasper, I know you don’t even have the slightest idea what you’re doing here. If you actually knew anything about the stock market, you would have used that knowledge to escape poverty a long time ago. Instead, you spent years leaning on our family like a parasite.” "You still have time to think about this". Harrington stated. Claire turned toward Jasper and lowered her voice. “Let’s just leave them. There’s no point arguing with them.” she didn't want the argument to move on. "Good you are having sense. you still have time to leave him, and well come to me. I know about this

Hearing this, Emma was overjoyed. Her eyes immediately lit up, and before Harrington could react, she threw her arms around him in excitement. “Really? You’re actually going to teach me how to make money?” she asked, her voice filled with anticipation. Harrington chuckled at her reaction. “Yes of course, it really nothing". Emma have always wanted to make serious money, but she never had anyone to guide her but now Harrington was willing to do that?. Her mind was already racing with possibilities. Harrington was a wealthy heir, and his family had access to resources she could only dream of. If he taught her how to make money in the stock market, wouldn’t that mean she could finally secure her future? She immediately began showering him with promises. “I’ll take good care of you,” she said sweetly. “Whatever you need, I will be there for you. I’ll make sure you are always comfortable around me". Harrington’s smile widened. He was clearly pleased with her attitude. “Okay, t