Novels by Mel Hope

Adrian looked at him and nodded. "Yes, it is." Owen’s jaw dropped. He could hardly believe it! Adrian—the man he and the Greene family had belittled for years—owned this sprawling mansion. He felt his legs weaken, and he almost staggered back in disbelief. *Since when had Adrian become so wealth

Upon hearing Neil's words, the atmosphere thickened with shock. The Greene family members exchanged glances with their faces a mixture of disbelief and anger. They had never imagined that the lavish estate and properties they had been boasting about for years belonged to Adrian’s family! It was a r

The next day, the air was thick with shock and disbelief in Jolley City. News had erupted like a wildfire, and Frank's name was plastered all over the headlines. “Frank Greene Kills His Mother, Kathryn Greene, and Brother!” screamed the news anchor as the camera panned to footage of a chaotic scen

Adrian smiled warmly. “It means that you’re not only my wife but my partner. And if you’re ready, I’d love to have you by my side as we navigate this world together.” Doris looked at him, a renewed sense of pride and admiration filling her eyes. Just as they shared that moment, they heard a faint

Adrian took a deep breath, watching Doris’s questioning expression. She had been his wife through everything, and she deserved to know the truth. It was time. “Doris, I've waited until now to tell you who I really am because... well, I thought it wasn’t the right time. But you’ve proven, time and a

The following day marked Doris's birthday, and like previous years, she hadn’t planned any big celebration. During her mother's birthday, Adrian had taken them to a nice restaurant, and gifted Milda an expensive wristwatch, which he said a rich friend had given him. For Doris's birthday celebrat

The courtroom was filled with tension and anticipation as the trial of Michael, the man who had caused so much pain and suffering, began. Present in the courtroom were Nora, her parents, Mr and Mrs Henderson, Jakes, Stephanie, Mark, Kathryn, Rose, Taylor, and Mr and Mrs Allison. They were all there to witness the proceedings and to ensure that justice was served for the crimes committed by Michael.As the judge entered the room, a hush fell over the spectators. The weight of the situation was palpable, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the trial to unfold. Michael, accompanied by his defence attorney, sat in the defendant's seat, his face betraying a mixture of fear and resignation.The prosecutor, a stern and determined individual, presented a compelling case against Michael. They meticulously outlined the numerous charges, ranging from kidnapping and assault to extortion and fraud. Each crime was detailed, highlighting the impact it had on the lives of the victims and the

As Nora arrived home, she was enveloped in a warm embrace from her parents, Mr and Mrs Clark. The relief and love in their eyes were palpable, reassurance that she was finally safe after the harrowing ordeal she had endured. They ushered her into the living room, urging her to sit down and share her story.With a mix of exhaustion and determination, Nora began recounting the terrifying events that had unfolded. She explained how Michael, the man she had fallen in love with and intended to marry, had revealed his true colours—locking her up in a room and subjecting her to a nightmare of captivity and fear.Tears streamed down Nora's face as she shared her confusion and disbelief at discovering Michael's dark secrets. "I never knew, Mom, Dad," she choked out between sobs. "I had no idea he was a criminal, wanted by the police. I was blindsided by his charming facade."Her parents listened intently, their expressions shifting from concern to shock as they absorbed the truth. It was a har

As days turned into weeks, a cloud of worry settled over Nora's parents, Mr and Mrs Clark, Nora's parents. It had been a while since they last heard from their daughter, and their attempts to reach her were met with frustration. Nora's phone was always switched off, and their texts and calls went unanswered. Concern grew into suspicion, and they couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.Unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, Mr Clark decided to take matters into his own hands. He packed a bag and set off on a journey to find his daughter, with Mrs. Clark by his side. They were determined to uncover the truth and bring their daughter back home, no matter the cost.Meanwhile, Nora found herself trapped in a small, dimly lit room by Michael. He had taken away her phone and cut off all communication with the outside world. Fear gnawed at her insides as she realized the true extent of the danger she was in. She had never witnessed glimpses of Michael's dark side before, and

Stephanie lay in her hospital bed, a sense of joy and exhaustion washing over her. In her arms, she cradled her newborn baby—a precious gift of life that had entered the world only moments ago. The room was filled with warmth and love as her husband, Jakes, stood by her side, his eyes shimmering with pride.The sound of a soft knock on the door broke the tranquillity, and Stephanie's heart swelled with anticipation. She knew exactly who was on the other side. With a gentle smile, she beckoned her parents, Mr and Mrs Allison, to enter.Paul, Stephanie's father, entered the room first, his face beaming with happiness. He rushed to his daughter's side, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "Stephanie, my darling, you've brought another blessing into our lives," he said, his voice filled with emotion.Tears welled up in Stephanie's eyes as she looked into her father's proud gaze. "Thank you, Dad," she whispered. "I'm so grateful to have you here."Mrs Allison followed her husband, her ey

Nora sat in their living room, her eyes fixed on the television screen as the news played in the background. She had been trying her best to support Michael, hoping that he would change. But as time went on, it became evident that his promises of change were empty words.She watched as the news anchor's voice filled the room, detailing the latest developments in a string of criminal activities. Nora's attention shifted from the mundane stories of the day to the image that appeared on the screen. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the face staring back at her—Michael's face.The news anchor's voice grew more urgent. "Authorities are searching for this man, Michael Allison, who is wanted in connection with multiple illegal activities. Anyone with information leading to his capture will be rewarded. Please contact the local authorities if you have any information."Nora's hands trembled as she reached for her phone, her mind racing with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and a gnawin

Nora sat across from Michael, her brows furrowed in confusion. She couldn't understand why he was refusing to meet her parents, especially when they had expressed their desire to get to know him. It was important to her that her parents accepted their relationship, and their approval meant everything."Michael, I don't understand," Nora said softly, her voice tinged with disappointment. "My parents want to meet you. They want to get to know the man I love. Why are you hesitating?"Michael shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze avoiding Nora's eyes. He knew that revealing the truth would only put their relationship in jeopardy, but he couldn't keep hiding the dark secret any longer. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before finally meeting her gaze."Nora, I want nothing more than to meet your parents, but I c meet them now," Michael replied, his voice laced with sadness. Nora sat across from Michael, her brow furrowed in confusion and concern. "But why, Michael? Why c

Chief Nelson's suggestion to release Douglas hung in the air like an unspoken challenge. Marvin's face flushed red with anger."Just because Douglas isn't involved with women doesn’t mean he’s innocent in everything else!" Marvin spat, his voice tinged with fury."There’s still the matter of bribery, embezzlement, and misappropriation of public funds. Or do you all think those houses and benefits for widows and orphans came out of thin air?"Marvin’s sudden outburst stunned the room into silence. The officials exchanged uneasy glances, unsure whether to challenge Marvin's assertion or remain quiet. Without waiting for anyone to respond, Marvin turned on his heel and stormed out.The remaining officials stared at one another in disbelief. “This is absurd,” one muttered under his breath. “That man, Mr Drake, is grasping at straws.”Another sighed heavily. “And dragging all of us down with him. How can we expect a man like that to lead us effectively?”Chief Nelson, seated at the

“He’s innocent, always treated us with kindness, and has been nothing but an exemplary leader. Why would you want to destroy someone who has done so much good?” The woman continued.Marvin’s frustration flared. He felt these people were too naive to reason with. To him, they were blinded by their dependence on Douglas and incapable of understanding the complexities of power. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure, but his irritation seeped into his tone.“That criminal you call a hero is guilty!” he declared firmly. “The evidence is clear. Even if he hasn’t kept mistresses, he’s involved in bribery, embezzlement, and misappropriation of public funds. How else do you think he managed to build these houses and support all of you? It’s obvious he used public money, and for that, he must be punished!”The moment Marvin finished speaking, the women and children burst into tears once more. Their cries filled the air, echoing their despair and belief that Douglas was

The other Governors, visibly agitated, faced Marvin with sharp words and stern expressions on their faces."How could you barge into their abode without conducting a proper investigation?!" "How dare you question the families of fallen heroes? This is not just incompetence; it’s a blatant dereliction of duty!"Various Governors voiced their disappointment.Several others nodded in agreement, their dissatisfaction clearly visible.“This is beyond unacceptable. The memory of our heroes has been tarnished, and their families have been publicly humiliated. Governor Clarke and Mr Drake, you owe us an explanation, or we will escalate this to the federal government!” Governor Emilia added.Stewart, startled by the growing intensity of the accusations, nearly slid off his chair in panic. His mind raced for an explanation that could salvage the situation. ."This... this is a misunderstanding!" he stammered, his voice trembling. "We didn’t mean for it to escalate like this. Marvin and I ac

As Marvin and his team began their search, the reality hit them immediately. Though these houses were said to be worth over a million, their interiors were modest—barely enough for daily living. Worn furniture, faded curtains, and sparse decorations painted a picture other than wealth or luxury.This stood in sharp contrast to the opulence of Stewart's mansion or Marvin Drake's own estate in Sierra, with its marble floors and gold-plated chandeliers. Feeling uneasy, Stewart could sense that things were not going well.However, Marvin was determined. He moved briskly from room to room, inspecting every nook and cranny. As time ticked by, beads of cold sweat began to form on his forehead. Each drawer opened and closed without yielding evidence, and each corner checked was found clean!He turned to his team, barking orders to widen the search and be more thorough.After what felt like an eternity, Marvin left the first house empty-handed. He moved to the next, and then the next. Bu

Chief Nelson’s stern voice cut through the air like a knife as his unwavering gaze locked on Marvin. “An apology alone is not enough,” he declared with a resolute tone. “Marvin, your actions, if proven baseless, deserve consequences that reflect the gravity of your accusations!”Several governors nodded in agreement. Governor Rayner added, “Chief Nelson is right. An apology is a start, but it doesn’t address the full extent of the damage. The mental toll on these families cannot be undone with mere words.”Marvin shifted uncomfortably, his confidence beginning to waver under the scrutiny. He clenched his fists tightly, trying to maintain his composure. “I’ve already agreed to apologize,” he said through gritted teeth. “What more do you want from me?”At that moment, Stewart, who had been quietly observing the escalating situation, hesitated before speaking up. His forehead glistened with sweat, and his voice carried a nervous edge. “Perhaps,” he began, “we can take this a step

Marvin was deeply convinced that he could find evidence to prove Douglas's guilt.After all, proving Douglas's guilt was the only way to justify his own actions, otherwise how could he the renowned Young Master of the Drake family in Sierra become a laughing stock?!Marvin clenched his fists tightly as his mind raced to find a way out of this mess.“Chief Nelson,” Marvin began, trying to regain his composure, “you speak of defending the late heroes, but you fail to see the bigger picture. What if this is all a cleverly orchestrated plot by Douglas to deflect suspicion? Are we to blindly trust everything we see and hear without thorough investigation?”Nelson's eyes blazed with righteous indignation. “Do not twist this, Marvin Drake! We’re not talking about Douglas right now. We’re talking about the dignity of the families of those who sacrificed their lives for PortVarter. They’ve endured enough pain already. Your actions are a slap in the face to their memory and everything they f

"But why? We agreed that I come over to check the house, some minutes ago. So why can't I purchase it, now that I have checked it and I'm pleased with it?"I'm sorry, Mr Wallace. The authorities have instructed us not to sell the house to you." "What the heck are you talking about? What authorities?! Look, don't play games with me, man. If you're not pleased with my price, then tell me to increase it and I will. Don't tell me you can't sell that house to me..."Before Roy could finish talking, he noticed two able-bodied men at the door of the house.They were dressed in dark suits and wearing stern expressions. They stood there as if they were sentinels guarding the mansion's threshold. Their presence was intimidating.Roy's initial surprise quickly gave way to indignation as he ended the call and approached the men. "What's the problem?" Roy asked with a frown."Who are you, and why are you here?"The taller of the two men, a burly figure with a stern face, stepped forward and prod

The next day Elvis decided to visit The Elites' Estate. He had to start a new life now that his status had changed. On arrival at the estate, he met with the security guards who greeted him with so much respect as soon as he introduced himself. Mr. Paul Klein had called them earlier to inform them that Elvis was the new owner of the estate so he was going to be coming around. Therefore, as soon as Elvis introduced himself, they welcomed and bowed to him in respect. Elvis was dumbstruck by all he saw. The estate was magnificent, sprawling over acres of meticulously landscaped grounds, offering a breathtaking blend of natural beauty and architectural elegance. The mansion stood tall with its breathtaking ornate architecture. As Elvis approached the mansion, he noticed a sleek black car parked in front of the houses that lined the estate. It was a car that looked very familiar - the same white Ford vehicle he had seen at Mr. Dwayne's birthday party. He could tell by the plate numbe

As the conversation between Elvis and Mr Paul continued, the tranquillity of the room was shattered by the sharp ring of Elvis's phone. Elvis's expression shifted from attentive engagement to reluctant distraction. The device was illuminated with the name "Leslie." Elvis furrowed his brows in surprise, wondering what his betrayer-wife was calling for. "Apologies, Uncle Paul," he said as he picked up the call. Almost immediately, he heard Leslie's voice. "Elvis Klein, you loser and low-life!" Elvis's eyes widened in shock at the sudden barrage of insults. He had anticipated a conversation and not a verbal assault. "Are you out of your mind?" Elvis confronted. "Well, I just addressed you by your names. Or have you forgotten them so quickly? Anyway, my lawyer has the divorce papers ready, so get ready to sign them this afternoon." "Thank you for letting me know," Elvis smiled. He was not bothered about the divorce. What was the point in keeping a slut as a wife, anyway? Anoth

Hansen, Mr Paul Klein's special assistant led him through a series of opulent hallways until they reached a set of double doors which he pushed open to reveal a lavishly furnished study. The room was a symphony of rich wood and leather, with bookshelves lining the walls from floor to ceiling. Behind an imposing mahogany desk sat Elvis' Uncle, a middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair and a perfectly tailored suit. "Elvis," Paul's voice was warm, his smile genuine, as he rose from his seat to approach Elvis. "It's been far too long." Paul enveloped Elvis in a warm hug. Elvis had always expected his uncle to be aloof, at least, a bit cold. But this display of affection was unexpected and comforting. "I apologize for not reaching out sooner," Paul said as they took their seats. "You see after your parents passed away, I lost track of you. I didn't know where you were or what had happened to you. For years, I searched, but I couldn't find you." Elvis felt a twinge of confusion. A

Still wearing tattered clothes, Elvis strode into the grand marble-floored bank, determined. The chandelier sparkled above him, and the air was filled with sounds of laughter, and prosperity. However, as soon as he entered, he noticed the indifferent glances from the bank staff. "Good morning. I'm here to open an account," Elvis announced, but the staff members who heard him acted as if he was invisible. In a split second, a customer walked up to the counter close to where Elvis was standing. "Hello, Miss. I'd like to open an account," the young man announced. He was wearing a designer suit and shoes. "You're very welcome, sir. Please take a seat," The staff answered quickly, as she brought out a form and swiftly attended to the wealthy man, with a smile. She was Helena Smith, one of the customer care representatives. She was a beautiful lady with a curvaceous body. Undeterred, Elvis stood in line, waiting for his turn to speak with the representative. He watched as others who c

Elvis could understand that it was Leslie who gave the security such an instruction. It was getting dark, almost 8 p.m. Elvis needed a place to rest his head until the next morning. He tried calling his closest friend and colleague at Toner Associates, but he couldn't reach him on the phone. He walked up to the company where he was yet to be sacked, if he would be given a place to lay his head for the night. After all, he still worked for them. After walking down the road, he arrived at Jensen's Company. Mr Klein, what are you doing here at this time of the night?" the gatekeeper asked. Even though Elvis was a familiar face in the company and known as a cleaner, he wasn't expected to be seen around the company premises at that time of the night. Mr. Jones, please, I need a place to sleep for the night. Can I sleep in the company's lounge until dawn?" "No, please. I was told not to let anyone in after the working hours." "But I work here, and you know me well. I just need a pla