Female Night Fury

Synopsis “You’re not worthy of being my husband anymore, Gilbert! You’re trash! I’ve found a real man, and I’m already pregnant with his child.” On the very day Gilbert Brook walks out of prison, having taken the fall for a crime he didn’t commit, he’s greeted not with love or redemption—but betrayal. His wife, Geraldine Brook, publicly divorces him, mocking the years of loyalty, sacrifice, and silence he gave her. That night, on what was supposed to be their fourth wedding anniversary, he stumbles upon her in bed with her ex-boyfriend, Ethan Dalon. Humiliated. Shattered. Cast out into the cold rain like garbage. But that night isn’t the end of Gilbert Brook. It’s the death of a name and the rebirth of a legacy. Because Gilbert Brook never truly existed. He is Alexander Steele, rightful heir to the trillion-dollar Steele Empire. Grandson to Richard Steele, the elusive kingmaker who built a dynasty hidden from the world. Forged in secrets, wealth, and power, Alexander’s bloodline is more than just royal, it’s dangerous. Now, the man the world scorned returns as a storm. With limitless resources and a new identity, Alexander begins to unravel a list of betrayals and erase every name on it. But vengeance isn’t his only inheritance. A darker truth lies buried beneath the Steele name. A prophecy. A curse. And an artifact of unimaginable power: The Book of Ages. Ancient. Mythical. Feared. Said to hold the power to rewrite fate itself, the Book can only be awakened by a blood bond, Alexander’s blood, fused with the one he loves most. But who's she?

Frank Ashford was supposed to change the world, not clean up after it. Once a top graduate with limitless potential, life beat him down until he was invisible, just a janitor in the glass towers of MorganTech. But everything changes the night he stumbles upon a hidden code deep in the system, one that wasn’t meant to be found. The code unlocks more than just corporate data, it unravels a legacy of betrayal, corporate warfare, and a shadowy kill list. Rewarded with an improbable promotion, Frank is pushed into the CEO’s chair… and into a silent war brewing behind boardroom doors. Someone wants him dead, Someone else wants to use him, And the one woman who could save him might be the one he loses forever. One janitor, One code. One corporation on the brink. In a world where power is encrypted, the truth could get you killed.

John Whitaker had nothing but his name—just a plain, useless name in a world ruled by money, influence, and cold-hearted power. He was the unwanted son-in-law of the Prestwick dynasty; an empire worth hundreds of billions. His marriage to Eleanor Prestwick was a shameful secret, something the Prestwick family pretended never happened, and whenever they had to acknowledge it, they reminded everyone that John was the charity case Eleanor brought home from a job internship in a poor neighborhood out of pity. They called him a parasite. They treated him like a stray dog that refused to leave. They spat on his dignity, sneered at his dreams, and sneered even louder when his mother was diagnosed with stage four pancreatic cancer. When he begged for help on his knees, in tears, in public; they laughed. John almost lost his will to live. But fate has a way of rewarding the broken. That very night, when he had no place to sleep, and his mother was on the brink of death in a public hospital ward stinking of poverty and pain, a letter arrived. An inheritance. John Whitaker was not who he thought he was. He was the sole blood heir to the late Howard Ravenshore, the secretive trillionaire who had disappeared from the global stage ten years ago. A man with holdings in every continent, silent power over more than forty governments, and a fortune beyond imagination. His assets were masked under shell companies, shadow trusts, and ghost accounts—untouchable, invisible, unstoppable. And now all of it belonged to John. In an instant, the man who once begged for pennies became the richest human being alive.