Novels by The_Juice

A slow silence settled over the ornate hallway, as Thea Walton’s words reverberated off the walls. Her piercing gaze moved from one brother to the next, waiting—expecting—a scramble. Maybe even a power grab.But what she got was something entirely different.Riss Smith, the eldest and the quietest of the trio, took a step forward. His face was unreadable, cold and unmoving, as though he were carved from marble. He looked Thea straight in the eye, not with awe or admiration, but something cooler… more calculating.“No,” he said flatly.Thea blinked. “Excuse me?”“I said no,” Riss repeated, his voice calm but final. “We won’t be competing for your affection or favor under your terms. We’ll do this among ourselves, the way brothers should.”King’s jaw tightened. Vonn shifted where he stood.Thea’s brows furrowed slightly. She hadn’t expected this especially not from the most stoic of the three.King stepped forward next, standing shoulder to shoulder with Riss. “I may be cocky, but I’m n

The atmosphere inside the Smith Mansion was tense with unsaid words and rising testosterone. The grandiose living room, adorned with gold accents and oil paintings of past generations, echoed with the subtle sound of polished shoes pacing on marble. King Smith strolled in with a noticeable swagger, the corner of his lips curled with a self-satisfied smirk.He threw his jacket carelessly onto the velvet couch and plopped down like he owned the entire world.“Where have you been?” Vonn asked, arms crossed, standing in front of the fireplace. His deep voice vibrated with restrained irritation.King didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached for the crystal decanter on the glass table, poured himself a drink, and sipped it slowly. Theatrics. He wanted to be seen. He wanted them to notice.“I just came back from seeing her,” King finally said, deliberately emphasizing the pronoun as if Thea Walton had become some sort of divine entity to be worshipped.Vonn’s nostrils flared. “You went

Thea Walton was not one to entertain second chances.But King Smith was not like other men. he was a smith, a man that was from a fmaily that beffitted her title compared to that of alex.When he showed up at Walton Medical Headquarters uninvited, bearing a silver case of rare healing herbs from the Eastern Isles, the guards paused, but Thea didn’t send him away. Not immediately.He had come dressed in charcoal gray, no flamboyant cologne, no flashy rings, no entourage. For once, his hair was combed back neatly, and he carried himself with a seriousness that almost didn’t fit.Almost.Standing before her office doors with a slight tilt of his head, he waited for acknowledgment. When it came, he stepped forward and spoke, not with arrogance, but something close to humility.“I behaved poorly last time,” he said, voice low. “I came to you as a man chasing a trophy, not a partner. For that, I apologize.”Thea stared at him without emotion, hands folded behind her back.“And what do you w

The golden lamps in Riss Smith’s private study glowed with a quiet menace, casting stretched shadows across the leather-bound books and antique chess board that adorned the far wall. He sat behind a carved blackwood desk, a glass of golden whiskey in one hand, and a sealed envelope in the other.His father’s words still echoed in his mind like a mantra.“The one who marries Thea Walton… inherits it all.”Forty-seven hospitals. Pharmaceutical dynasties. Medical research empires. Titles. Legacy. Power.And all that stood between him and the throne was a woman who refused to kneel.Thea Walton.She wasn’t just beautiful. She was dangerous. She had honor braided into her spine and stubbornness carved into her bones. She was not the type to be wooed with roses and poetry. Her heart was forged in battlefields, not ballrooms.And Riss Smith… he was a tactician, not a poet.But this time, he couldn’t rely on brute wealth or cold strategy. No. Thea Walton would not fall like other women had.T

Tina stood by the window, her delicate fingers wrapped around a porcelain teacup that had long gone cold. The early morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains, turning her soft beige robe into a glowing silhouette. Her thoughts were distant, but her lips wore a smile, the kind that still lingered from the night before.The memory of the orphanage was still fresh.Alex Cole’s voice, his steady hands when he helped carry the supply crates, the way the children laughed and clung to his sleeves. Most of all, his words.You did well.It wasn’t flattery.It wasn’t indulgence.It was honest. Direct. Alex Cole had looked her in the eyes, not as prey, not as a woman he had to avoid, but as someone worth recognizing.And then there were his last words before she dropped him off at the intersection.I wouldn’t mind seeing it again. The place. The kids. You.She had replayed that line so many times it echoed now more than her own heartbeat.She had won a small piece of ground in his heart. I

The dining hall of the Smith estate was a temple of wealth and power. Golden chandeliers dripped light from above like molten stars. The table beneath them was a stretch of mahogany longer than most banquet halls in the city, polished to the point where one's reflection could be seen in its surface. At the head of it all, Wade Smith sat like an emperor enthroned.Trim City's wealthiest medical tycoon. A man with power not only in hospitals and pharmaceuticals but also across underground networks and private research organizations that stretched beyond Mericania’s borders.His three sons sat along the table, each one radiating a different flavor of ambition.Riss Smith, the eldest, with his golden cufflinks and prideful eyes. He wore his tailored suit like it was armor. Vonn Smith, the second, was more refined, quieter, but with a sharpness in his gaze that betrayed a calculating nature. And then, there was King, the youngest, but the most brash. His smile could disarm any woman, but h

Epilogue Five Years Later. Leonora had forced us to come down to Delaware for Father’s memorial, instead of doing it separately, depending on the country. “I do not appreciate being here when I have a meeting in France,” Lorenzo whined over Lunch. “How do you cope with this rascal?” Nora faced Hazal with a disapproving look. “He is addicted to work as always, talking about being in France while we celebrate our father’s ten years memorial.” Hazel giggled, “You know how he is.” “Sweetie, are you taking sides with her? This is why you should never trust women.” Lorenzo pointed his fork at Nora. “She told me I could work as much as I wanted before I retire.” Then he continued eating. “I did tell him that, he kept saying he was bored at home and all.” “You are in this together. Nice. How is work though? I heard you have opened an IT center in New York and it is making waves.” “It’s all thanks to my husband and your husband too, he helped out with the set up and internal works.”

Chapter 76(TWO DAYS LATER)Hazel stirs in bed, her first movements since her emergency surgery two days ago. She slowly opens her eyes but can’t open them fully because of the brightness of the room. Lorenzo notices that she is trying to open her eyes and rushes to her side.“Hazel… Hazel, can you hear me?” he asks, his tone laced with desperation and worry. “I…can…hear…you.” She replied weakly.Tears of joy rushed to his eyes as he broke down in front of her. “I thought I was going to lose you. I really thought I was going to lose you.” He said in between loud sobs.Hazel watched with tears in her eyes as her man wept in front of her. Being too weak to do any other thing, she reached for his hand with a sense of longing.“I’m here, Lorenzo. I’m here.” She reassured him. This little action made Lorenzo cry harder.Hazel then remembers that she is with child. Panicking, she touches her stomach. “My baby, is my baby okay? Did anything happen to my baby boy?”“Our baby is fine. The do

Chapter 75As he got into his car, the incident with Daphne was already behind him, he gripped the steering wheel in anger as he tried to calm himself. He didn't know what he would do to Aurora when he found her, but he didn't trust himself not to hurt her. He parked his car in front of his Company and rushed out. He rushed towards the elevator, ignoring the greetings of his staff. Before he got into the elevator, he stopped one of them and told her to call the police. She nodded weakly and ran to do that.The elevator door closed and he punched in the button that took it to the basement floor. He knew that if Aurora was here she would make sure that none of the staff had seen her when she was coming so asking them was pointless. She wasn't stupid and she knew her way around the company. The elevator dinged and he stepped out. He looked around but couldn't find anything, he only saw metal pipes and heard water dripping somewhere. He looked around and saw a small light coming fro

Chapter 74Lorenzo took his car keys from the chauffeur and ran towards his car. He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of this before. Daphne and Aurora had worked together even if Aurora was only using daphne, she was the most likely person to know where Aurora was. He needed to get to the detection center as soon as possible, or else Aurora would get away with what she had done. He couldn't let her get away with it. She put the woman He is in love with in the hospital and took his child away from him. He owed it to Hazel to make her pay for what she had done. He couldn't even begin to imagine how broken Hazel will be when she wakes up and her child is gone, and it was all his fault. If only he had seen the signs earlier, he could have prevented this from happening, Hazel would be fine and their child would be alive. Aurora had to pay.He hastily parked his car and jumped out and ran inside to the reception."I need to see Daphne Giovannì " He said, out of breath.The lady at th

Chapter 73He sank into the chair, tears moved freely from his eyes as he mourned his baby in his heart. He had not gotten the chance to give it a name like Hazel wanted.Work had taken all his time that could not make time to have a talk about the baby’s name with his baby mama and girlfriend. She mentioned it a few times and he had told her to pick any names she wanted since she did a good job naming Sandro.She refused and offered to pick out some names then they would select the best ones of the baby which he agreed to but he never did.He had seen a tweet that Elon musk has many companies, 10 kids and he still replies to random tweets on twitter, no one is ever too busy to make time.He was rich, very richer than Elon Musk but he didn’t have ten kids nor did he use twitter, he had no excuse for not making time for his family.What was he running from? Was he scared that Hazel would treat him like she used to? Does he still have PTSD from the situation?He needs to see a therapist

Chapter 72Lorenzo tossed the cup to the floor and picked his wife up, Luca and the other guards rushed in. “get Alessandro and one of you should get the car.”“Yes sir,” Luca replied as a maid opened the door for him to go out. The maybach was sitting in front of the house, the chauffeur opened the door to the car. Luca put Alessandro in the backseat with his parents then he went to the back seat. He dispatched about thirty other guards to follow them while seven of them remained at home to watch over Nana.“Daddy, what’s wrong with mom?” Sandro rubbed his eyes, he was just waking up and trying to register what was going on.“Please put the car on lock,” Lorenzo asked the driver for Sandro’s sake. He was sitting beside the wall. “Luca, please call the hospital to wait for us at the entrance.”“Mommy is a little sick, we need to take her to the hospital for treatment.'' He hopes that Sandro buys his story because he was a smart boy and was going to read the situation.“She had blood

After serving their time in jail, Violet and her family found themselves at a crossroads. With their past mistakes behind them, they were determined to turn over a new leaf and start afresh. For Violet, this meant embracing humility and accepting the consequences of her actions.As they returned to society, the Marcus family faced the daunting challenge of rebuilding their lives from the ground up. With no wealth or influence to fall back on, they were forced to seek employment in whatever capacity they could find. Despite their previous status as affluent business owners, they were now just ordinary citizens, seeking redemption and a second chance at life.Violet, once accustomed to a life of luxury and privilege, now found herself working long hours in a factory alongside her family. Gone were the days of opulence and extravagance; instead, she toiled away on the factory floor, performing menial tasks to earn a living wage. It was a humbling experience, but one that she embraced with

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the rolling hills of the countryside, the sprawling estate of Cephas and Tyla stood resplendent, adorned with twinkling lights and fragrant blooms. It was a scene straight out of a fairytale, a breathtaking backdrop for the most elaborate wedding of the century.Guests from far and wide had gathered to celebrate the union of Cephas and Tyla, their hearts filled with joy and anticipation for the magical evening that lay ahead. The air was alive with excitement and anticipation as friends and family mingled, sharing laughter and heartfelt embraces.As the clock struck six, the soft strains of music filled the air, signaling the start of the ceremony. All eyes turned to the grand archway at the end of the aisle, where Cephas stood waiting, his heart pounding with anticipation.Then, to the strains of a haunting melody, Tyla made her grand entrance, her gown shimmering in the soft light as she made her way down the

Cephas parked his car outside the correctional facility, his heart heavy with mixed emotions as he prepared to pick up his stepmom, Ruth. He couldn't shake off the sense of betrayal he felt from her involvement in the embezzlement scandal that had rocked their family. Yet, there was also a glimmer of compassion, knowing that Ruth had served her time and was now paying the price for her mistakes.As Ruth stepped out of the facility, her shoulders slumped with exhaustion and regret. Her eyes met Cephas's gaze, and she could see the disappointment etched in his features. She approached him tentatively, unsure of how he would react to her presence."Cephas," she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion. "I... I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry for everything that has happened. I never meant to cause you any pain."Cephas remained silent for a moment, his expression unreadable as he took in Ruth's appearance. She looked worn and frail, a far cry from the strong, confident woman he h

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the picturesque wedding venue, Cephas and Tyla stood hand in hand, surrounded by their closest friends and family members. The air was filled with laughter and music, and the scent of flowers wafted through the air as they gathered to celebrate the union of two people they held dear to their hearts.Anta and Jose, radiant with happiness and love, stood at the front of the crowd, their eyes sparkling with excitement as they prepared to exchange their vows and begin their journey as husband and wife. Cephas and Tyla watched with joy as the ceremony unfolded, their hearts filled with warmth and affection for the couple standing before them.As the newlyweds exchanged their vows and sealed their love with a kiss, cheers erupted from the gathered guests, filling the air with a sense of jubilation and merriment. Cephas and Tyla smiled as they applauded the happy couple, their hearts brimming with happiness for their fri

Cephas was in the middle of a busy day at the office when his phone rang, interrupting the flurry of emails and meetings that had consumed his attention. Glancing at the caller ID, he felt a surge of anxiety wash over him as he recognized the number belonging to the hospital where his father was being treated. With a quick glance around the room to ensure he wouldn't be overheard, he stepped out into the hallway to take the call."Hello?" Cephas answered, his voice tight with apprehension."Mr. Walters, this is Nurse Thompson calling from St. Luke's Hospital," came the voice on the other end of the line. "I'm calling to inform you that your father's condition has taken a turn for the worse. We believe it would be best if you came to visit him as soon as possible."Cephas felt his heart sink at the news, his mind racing with worry and concern for his father's well-being. "Of course, I'll be there right away," he replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him. "Thank y

Tyla stood in the bustling kitchen of her pastry company, a proud smile on her lips as she watched her team of chefs and bakers work diligently to fulfill the influx of orders pouring in. The sweet aroma of freshly baked pastries filled the air, mingling with the sounds of laughter and chatter as her employees did their tasks.It had been a long journey to get to this point. After returning to New York and rejoining her company.Tyla had poured her heart and soul into reviving Wills Pastry. With dedication and determination, she had worked tirelessly to rebuild the reputation of her bakery.And now, all her hard work is paying off. The orders were pouring in faster than ever before, with clients coming from everywhere to sample her delectable creations. From delicate pastries to mouthwatering cakes, Wills Pastry was once again the talk of the town.But with success came challenges of its own. The amount of orders had forced them to shut down their website multiple times a week, unab

It had been months since Logan and Mia had time to truly relax. Logan’s responsibilities at his family’s company had multiplied as he guided it toward new heights, while Mia was immersed in her work with the non-profit organization and preparing for medical school. Despite their busy lives, they made sure to spend precious moments together, late-night dinners, quiet walks, and shared laughter, but those moments felt all too fleeting.Logan’s parents, Charles and Evelyn, noticed the strain on both their son and his wife. They’d come to adore Mia, who had blended seamlessly into the family with her warmth, strength, and kindness. Even Mia’s parents and grandfather saw the need for Logan and Mia to recharge. That’s when the idea sparked between the two families during a casual afternoon tea: a surprise trip for Logan and Mia, a retreat where they could unwind, reconnect, and indulge in some long-overdue relaxation.Working together, the parents crafted the perfect plan. They chose a ch

As Yuki took his first steps away from the agency, a whirlwind of mixed emotions swept over him. Years of dedication and relentless training had defined his life, shaping him into one of the agency's most skilled operatives. However, after everything that had happened, especially the danger his close friends and allies faced, he realized he wanted a life beyond the shadows. The long nights spent looking over his shoulder, the constant need for vigilance, and the weight of secrets had finally pushed him to seek a new beginning.Logan, understanding Yuki’s silent turmoil, didn’t hesitate to support his decision. On Yuki’s last day at the agency, Logan met him for a quiet lunch at their favorite little bistro downtown. The two men sat across from each other, each one keenly aware of the new phase ahead. Logan, now fully entrenched in leading his family’s company, and Yuki, ready to step into a world he barely recognized but deeply craved. As their plates were cleared, Logan handed Yuki

The atmosphere in the grand Leinhart mansion had shifted, a quiet tension settling into every corner as Lord Leinhart’s health waned. He had been the pillar of their family, guiding them through turbulent times with a firm yet caring hand. Now, his movements were slower, and his powerful voice often softened with an underlying fatigue that didn’t go unnoticed by those closest to him. His children and grandchildren had tried to pretend everything was as it had always been, but they couldn’t ignore the lingering fear that he might be preparing to say his final goodbyes.One afternoon, Lord Leinhart summoned his family to the study. It was a room filled with memories of past achievements, marked by framed accolades and family portraits hanging on the walls. The room was intimate yet regal, his presence radiating an authority that had commanded respect for decades. As family members trickled in, the atmosphere grew tense. Mia, Melissa, and other key family members waited, each wondering

Logan’s transition from the agency to the corporate world wasn’t without challenges. His father, Charles Frost, had always emphasized the importance of leadership and responsibility, and after the recent turbulence with the agency and the betrayal he’d faced, he finally understood the value of the stable legacy his father had worked so hard to build. Reluctantly at first, Logan accepted his father’s insistence to take the reins as the permanent president of the family company, but soon he was pouring his energy and determination into every project, every strategy, and every partnership. Charles had seen in Logan a vision that was ambitious and future-driven, and he wanted that vigor to push their company into new frontiers. Logan took on the challenge with both respect for the legacy his father had created and a passion for redefining what they could achieve. Within months, Logan’s influence was apparent. He fostered partnerships with promising startups, invested in sustainable ene

Alexander Wang had been planning this moment for weeks, every detail mapped out with an intensity that reflected the depth of his feelings. It wasn’t just about the proposal, it was about redemption, healing, and a fresh start. He knew what Lydia, known in the spotlight as Suzy Vert, had been through. She had stood in the face of his family’s skepticism, with no shortage of harsh words or hurtful judgments. Despite it all, she’d never faltered, showing grace and strength that had ultimately won over Alexander’s heart even more than before.That evening, he led her to a quiet, lantern-lit pavilion on the family’s expansive estate. This wasn’t just any garden; it was the same place where she’d been met with icy receptions and side-eyed glances. He had chosen it deliberately. The blossoms were in full bloom, and the warm scent of jasmine floated in the air, adding a touch of magic to the setting. Lydia held her baby, bundled in soft blankets, as they walked. She had no idea what Alexa

Sam had always harbored the desire to leave his position as an agent, yearning for a life beyond the shadows and endless fieldwork. The agency’s lifestyle had worn on him, filling him with scars both physical and emotional. So when he handed in his resignation, he felt an unexpected mix of relief and anticipation, as if he were finally stepping into the life he had been waiting for. Logan had been supportive, congratulating him with a genuine smile and a handshake that held unspoken gratitude. After everything they’d been through, Logan knew how much Sam deserved this next chapter.Not long after, Sam was contacted by Logan’s father, Chairman Frost, with an opportunity he couldn’t refuse. Chairman Frost had taken notice of Sam’s loyalty, and he was impressed by the integrity Sam had shown throughout his years as an agent. Besides, he was like his own son now.As a reward, Chairman Frost extended an offer that aligned perfectly with Sam’s aspirations, a position as president of on