Novels by Honey Wealth

As Desmond left the VibeSquare Suites so casually, every incident that had occurred at the hotel slipped from his mind almost instantly. It wasn’t something he considered worth dwelling on.Then, the memory of Delphine’s health status resurfaced. He knew Camilla wouldn’t be emotionally stable seeing her mother in that condition. Although she was gradually recovering after several long months of illness, Desmond still preferred that Delphine be completely fine and back on her feet.Desmond would do anything to make Camilla happy. She had once been kind to him in his darkest hour, out of pure kindness. That act of selfless kindness had remained etched in his heart. So now, Desmond wouldn’t hesitate to do whatever it took to bring a smile to her face even if it'll cost spending millions. Her happiness was what mattered to him the most. And if taking care of her family could contribute even a little to that joy, Desmond wouldn’t think twice about doing it. His love for Camilla had grown

“You’re wearing something worth more than this entire ballroom. Perhaps more than your current net worth.”The whispers exploded like a bursting dam.Sterling staggered back slightly, the color draining from his face as though he had seen a ghost.Felix looked between the man and Desmond, trying to process it all. “Why would you give me something like this?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, thick with disbelief.Desmond said nothing.Not yet.Everyone was stunned. Those who truly knew Ambassador Theo understood, he had been into luxury accessories for as long as anyone could remember. And Theo never spoke rubbish. If anything, his quietness often weighed heavier than most men’s loud boasts.Then, Theo looked up sharply, his eyes locking onto Desmond like a hawk spotting an unexpected prey. “Do you have any idea what this is?”Desmond gave a casual shrug, his tone unbothered.“Not really. Just know it meant a lot to someone who meant a lot to me.”Theo stared a moment longe

“Why would you put such in your hand?” Sterling said annoyingly, his brows furrowed in disbelief as he looked at the worn wristwatch now strapped around Felix’s wrist.“What if it's harmful to you? I don't trust him,” he continued, his voice laced with seriousness. “You don’t even know where that’s been. What if he poisoned it? Or tampered with it?”Felix turned sharply. “Stop it, Sterling. Desmond is my friend. Right from my teens. Even before I knew you. He can’t do that to me.”The weight in Felix’s tone made a few heads turn. For a man known for his easy smile and measured calm, it was rare to hear such firmness from him. But Sterling was unmoved.“Friend?” he scoffed. “You’re joking, right?”Sterling’s voice climbed an octave, drawing attention again. “He brought a beat-up trinket to a millionaire’s celebration! And you call that a friend? No, Felix, this isn’t loyalty, it’s delusion. You’ve outgrown people like him.”Desmond stood still, his hands in his pockets, gaze unflinchi

Gasps rippled through the crowd like a stone dropped into still water. The impossible had just happened at the hands of the man everyone had scorned just minutes ago.Lucian’s eyes were wide, jaw clenched, yet no words escaped. Even he, the untouchable Lucian, hadn’t expected this. The bitterness of being outdone before such a crowd scraped at his pride like a thorn across bare skin.Kingsley, meanwhile, stood frozen. His face twitched, composure unraveling with each heartbeat. He glanced around, desperate for a scoff, a smirk, anything to make it all seem like a prank. But the silence screamed louder than mockery.Somewhere in the crowd, Lilian rose slowly. Her expression was unreadable, but her clenched jaw betrayed the storm within. She had never seen Kingsley look so small, not in stature, but in dignity.“Go on,” Desmond said, turning slightly toward him, his voice calm but slicing like a blade over the glass.Kingsley hesitated. He didn’t want to. Not here. Not in front of ever

A range of thoughts swirled through Lucian’s mind leaving him unsettled.His mind couldn’t rest. He didn’t want even a scratch on his car, let alone breaking it, but now, it seemed that was the only solution left.But was he really going to break the car's glass?Damn it! Fixing that would cost nearly thirty thousand dollars to replace a Bugatti Chiron’s bulletproof glass alone.Not that he couldn’t afford it, but to think of breaking the glass for such a reason? And because of other people’s filthy mistakes? That’s what gnawed at him the most.He couldn’t think of a solution at that moment.Everyone around was watching the scene unfold like bystanders at a slow-motion train wreck, helpless and wide-eyed.They knew Kingsley was in deep trouble.Kingsley, who had already risen from the ground, looked calm now, his demeanor as gentle as a dove’s, masking the storm within.He, too, was stuck. No solution came to his mind.The only possible escape from Lucian’s wrath was to get the car op

“Apparently, you don’t know how to spell the word ‘die!’ Desmond snapped.With those words, silence gripped the air. Everyone stared at him like he had just challenged a thunderstorm.Who was this guy?Did he have some kind of supernatural backing?Or did he simply not understand who Lucian Blackwood was and what that name carried?Just then, Lilian sprang from Kingsley’s lap and stormed toward Desmond like a raging bull.“You must be a fool! Today, you dared a great man. If you survive what’s coming, it’ll be by sheer luck. I’m sure the hospital that takes you in will need weeks to stitch you back together,” she hissed, venom dripping from every word like acid on glass.“What are you waiting for? Surround him!” Lucian barked at his bodyguards.Three bulky men advanced. Their chests were like loaded barrels, muscles flexing under tight shirts. They looked like they’d been built in a gym and hardened on the streets.They closed in, glaring at Desmond like wolves circling prey.“How dare