Novels by Arthea Edelweis

"Mr. Montalvo. We need to speak. It's urgent."Every voice in the lobby fell silent. Heads turned toward the woman who had just burst in—tall, striking, dressed in an immaculately tailored navy coat and heels that echoed sharply on the marble floor. Her hair was pinned back tightly, her face pale and strained, yet full of urgency.The man behind the reception desk blinked, flustered. "Do you... Do you know this gentleman, Miss?"She ignored him entirely. Her gaze was locked on Javier.Javier didn't move from where he stood—arms crossed, jaw tight, still reeling from the string of humiliating remarks hurled his way only minutes earlier. He’d tolerated the sneers, the laughs, the thinly veiled contempt from the hotel staff and a handful of self-important

The hotel lobby buzzed with well-dressed socialites and businessmen, each flaunting their wealth as if it were a contest. Marble floors gleamed under the golden chandeliers, and classical music floated gently through the air. Javier stood near the entrance, wearing a plain black shirt and dark slacks—unassuming, modest, and far from the designer-laden crowd that occupied the room.He approached the reception desk with quiet confidence, waiting patiently behind a group of guests who eyed him with visible disdain. One woman in a tight red dress glanced over her shoulder and scoffed.“Looks like security’s getting real lenient these days,” she whispered to her friend, not bothering to lower her voice.Her friend laughed, flipping her blonde hair. “Maybe he’s lost. Or looking for the kitchen entrance.”Javier said nothing, simply waited.The concierge, a tall man with a stiff posture and too much cologne, frowned when he finally looked up and saw Javier. “Sir,” he began, voice clipped and

The chandelier above the grand lobby of Hotel Caravelle sparkled like crushed diamonds, its soft golden light casting a warm glow over the marble floors. Guests in tailored suits and glittering gowns milled about, sipping champagne, chatting, laughing—the wealthy elite in their natural habitat.Javier entered quietly.He wore a simple dark blazer, pressed slacks, and a muted gray shirt. His shoes were polished but lacked the designer insignia most guests flaunted. No cufflinks. No flashy watch. No entourage.Just him. Alone.He crossed the lobby to the concierge, pausing politely as two women draped in designer gowns finished speaking.“I don’t care what