Novels by Wonderful65

Ayla’s heart hammered in her chest as she stood face-to-face with Maxwell Durnham. The black SUV’s door was still wide open, its interior dark and ominous. She hadn’t expected to find him here, at the very heart of the operation. And yet, there he was, standing casually with an air of complete control, as though he were simply welcoming an old acquaintance rather than confronting a threat.Durnham’s cold gaze met hers, and a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He wasn’t rattled, not even a little. In fact, there was something almost amused in his expression. It was as if he had known she would come for him eventually.“You’re a persistent one, I’ll give you that,” Durnham said smoothly, his voice as cold as ice. “I’m almost impressed.”Ayla didn’t respond. She couldn’t afford to let him get under her skin, not now. Not when she had him in her sights. The gun in her hand was steady, trained on him, but the reality of the situation began to sink in. She had come here to take

The cool night air hit Ayla as she stepped into the alley behind the auction house, her mind racing. Her heart was still pounding from the close encounter with Durnham’s guard, but she couldn’t afford to let fear get the better of her. She’d faced worse threats before. This was just another obstacle to overcome.“What now?” Ivan’s voice came from the shadows, cutting through the silence.Ayla turned toward him, her eyes steely with determination. “We regroup. I’ll get that file, but not tonight. We need to find a way to track Durnham’s movements without getting caught.”Ivan stepped closer, his expression a mixture of concern and determination. “He knows you’re after him now. That guard won’t just forget your face. We need to be careful. If we push too hard, we could end up in over our heads.”“I’m not backing down,” Ayla replied, her voice hard. “We’re too close. Durnham’s the key to everything. We just need to figure out how to get to him without anyone knowing we’re coming.”Ivan n

The auction hall buzzed with hushed conversations and clinking glasses, the air thick with opulence and danger. Ayla and Ivan moved through the crowd, their eyes trained on Maxwell Durnham, who stood at the center of it all, commanding attention without ever raising his voice. The room was filled with power—business tycoons, political elites, criminal masterminds—and yet, it was Durnham who exuded the most control, as if the rest of them were mere pieces on a chessboard.Ayla adjusted the collar of her jacket and signaled to Ivan, who was already watching her, reading her every move. They had been in plenty of dangerous situations together, but tonight felt different. They weren’t just here to observe—they were here to take down the puppet master.“This is it,” Ayla whispered, keeping her voice low, her eyes never straying from Du

Ayla paced the room, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. The meeting with Victor Vance had gone exactly as she had expected—he was guarded, calculating, and elusive. He knew exactly what she was after, but he wasn’t going to give her anything easily. His dismissive attitude had only fueled her determination, though. There was something about him, something in his eyes when she mentioned the Hidden Hand, that told her he was hiding more than just his connections to the conspiracy.She had walked out of the café, but she hadn’t walked away. Not by a long shot.Now, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Ayla sat in the safe house, the small apartment that she and Ivan had set up as their headquarters. The files were spread across the table in front of her, their contents more frustrating than enlightening. She needed to understand the c

Ayla sat at the small café in the middle of the city, her eyes scanning the crowd, searching for the man who could be their key to unraveling the Hidden Hand’s grip on the world. Victor Vance. The man was a ghost, moving through the highest circles of power with ease, untouchable and seemingly beyond the reach of anyone who might want to expose him.But Ayla wasn’t just anyone. She wasn’t the kind of person to shy away from a challenge, no matter how dangerous. And if getting close to Victor Vance was the only way to bring the Hidden Hand to light, then that’s exactly what she was going to do.She had carefully studied his movements over the past few days, tracking his schedule with precision. Vance had a reputation for being a reclusive man, rarely seen in public without a carefully curated entourage. His life was built on secre

Ayla’s mind raced as she listened to Ivan’s warning. A hidden faction within the Echelon? The thought was enough to make her stomach turn. She had already learned that the Echelon was dangerous, but the idea of a secret group pulling the strings from behind the scenes was something entirely different. She had spent years tracking their movements, following their power, but this revelation put everything into a new, darker light.“We have to move fast,” Ivan said, his voice low and urgent. “If they find out we’re onto them, it’ll be over before we even have a chance to act.”Ayla nodded, her eyes still locked onto him. She could sense the tension in his body, the nervous energy that seemed to cling to him. He had always been the confident one, the one who knew when to act and when to hold back. But now, there was something in his ga