Novels by Edith

Despair clung to Shane-Leo like a shroud as he left the sterile confines of the hospital waiting room. The accusations that hung in the air, flung at him by Norah's parents, echoed in his mind, a relentless torment. He had expected anger, frustration even, but the sheer malice in their voices left him raw and vulnerable.If they wouldn't trust him, wouldn't believe his explanation, then what was the point? Explaining himself felt like a futile exercise, a desperate attempt to win acceptance from people who had never truly offered it.He slunk towards his car; every step heavy with a sense of defeat. He hadn't even waited for the doctor's report, consumed by a suffocating need to escape the accusatory atmosphere.As he turned to leave, his father-in-law's voice, gruff yet laced with a tinge of reason, chided his wife. "Leave it," it had rumbled, "Calling the police will only drag the family name through the mud." There was a pragmatic coldness to those words, a stark contrast to hi

Panic coursed through Shane-Leo's veins as he stormed into the opulent hotel lobby. His mind was a raging storm of emotions – fear for Norah's safety, a primal urge to pummel Anderson into oblivion, and a simmering anger that threatened to boil over.The grand lobby of the Seven Star Hotel shimmered with an opulent elegance. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow on plush carpets and marble floors.Shane-Leo, however, barely registered the luxurious surroundings. His focus was solely on the scene unfolding before him. The sight that greeted him ignited a spark of pure rage. There, at the reception desk, stood Anderson, his ex-wife Norah limp in his arms. Norah's face was pale and devoid of any expression, her eyes closed, her body hanging limply. Her head lolled to the side, her usually vibrant features pale and lifeless.A wave of primal rage washed over Shane-Leo, so intense it threatened to consume him. This wasn't about Norah anymore; it was about protecting an innocent woman from

The butler was about to introduce Shane-Leo to everyone at the party, but when the waiter told him what happened, he felt it was serious so he went ahead to inform Shane-Leo.Fury simmered beneath the surface as Shane-Leo listened to Blake's frantic explanation. Drugging a guest in his own home? It was a blatant violation of everything he held dear, and a potential threat to Norah's safety. He wouldn't allow it.Even though Shane-Leo and Norah were divorced, he never wished her evil, and he definitely never wishes for her to be raped or assaulted, so he decided to find where they were. Shane-Leo marched towards the nervous waiter who had witnessed the incident. "Describe this 'partner' of Ms. Kent," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous.The waiter, a young man whose hands trembled slightly, stammered out a description. "Tall, blonde…expensive clothes…seemed arrogant."It wasn't much, but it was a start. Shane-Leo's mind raced, piecing together the fragments of information. Ander

The news hung heavy in the air, a sudden storm cloud in the midst of a celebratory evening. Norah stared at her phone, the call ended, a hollow echo resonating in her ears. 'Unforeseen circumstances'? What unforeseen circumstances could possibly derail a project that was practically a done deal?Her smile, once radiant, had vanished, replaced by a mask of confusion. The air around Norah crackled with a sudden tension. The group of businessmen who had been fawning over her moments ago seemed to sense the shift in her mood. One by one, they made polite excuses and drifted away, leaving her standing alone in the middle of the room. The news of the halted collaboration with Resilience Industries had spread like wildfire, and the once eager crowd now saw her as a sinking ship they wanted nothing to do with. Their smiles were gone, replaced by a mixture of pity and thinly veiled smugness. Without it, her company, Dreamscape, might not be able to stay afloat.Panic clawed at Norah's throa

Noticing his silence, she cast a dismissive glance at him, her lips pursed in a haughty frown. "Stop following me around, Shane-Leo," she mocked, her voice laced with sheer pride. "We clearly don't belong in the same world anymore."Shane-Leo stared after Norah's retreating figure, a bitter taste settling on his tongue. Her words hung heavy in the air, they were like a dagger to his heart, He didn't move, his gaze locked on her retreating figure. She was right, they were no longer on the same page. His journey had taken him to a place where love mattered more than money, where respect and understanding mattered more than appearances.Love, for her, seemed to be a transaction, calculating equation where success and status were the sole currency. He wasn't a real man because he prioritised genuine love over a 'utilitarian' relationship? He thought it to be crazy. He'd built an empire from the ground up, weathered storms that would break lesser men, and yet in her eyes, he still wasn't

"Let it go, Blake," Shane-Leo sighed, waving a dismissive hand. "There's no point in causing a scene. Besides, the Mirano family wouldn't allow someone to run around their building with no clothes on. They wouldn't take kindly to a man parading around in his birthday suit. They have a reputation to uphold, after all."Blake hesitated; his brow furrowed in concern. "Still, Mr. Quinn's behaviour was unacceptable. I should report it to security."Shane-Leo shook his head with a forced smile. "No need, Blake. You’ve handled it. Just another bump in the road, that's all." He shot a pointed look at Anderson, who remained rooted to the spot, his face ashen. "Isn't that right, Mr. Quinn?"Anderson, his bravado completely shattered, could only stutter a weak apology. Blake, his gaze lingering on Anderson for a moment longer, finally nodded curtly.Blake still hesitated; his brow furrowed in concern. "Perhaps, Mr. Shane-Leo," he conceded, using the more formal address. He then turned to Anders