Novels by Fash

A cold smirk formed on Ethan’s lips. 'But it doesn’t matter. No matter what tricks they try, Maya Reynolds won’t dare to divorce me—not even if Tony and Cayden end up castrated in Los Angeles.'Even Ethan had to admit—Renee had a way with men. She understood how to manipulate people, twisting situations to her advantage.Maya, on the other hand, was too simple-minded on her own. Without Renee’s influence, she would never have had the means to try and outmaneuver him.After chatting with Renee for a little while longer, Maya finally ended the call.But before Ethan could even process his next move, he saw her dial another number.A name he despised."Cayden..." Maya’s voice softened as she spoke his name, laced with familiarity and affection.Ethan’s heart clenched.'How many times has she called him like this behind my back? How many nights have I spent working late, thinking I was providing for my wife, while she whispered his name like this?'On the other end of the call, Cayden chu

Throughout their three years of marriage, Ethan had cared for Maya unconditionally—every single day. The only exception was the brief period when they were "divorced" and he had distanced himself. But what had Maya ever done for him in return? Back when Ethan held the prestigious title of president at Walt Disney Corporation, Maya had been the perfect, obedient wife—gentle, compliant, and endlessly considerate. Yet, the moment his status crumbled, her attitude shifted entirely. Now that he had been expelled from the Sinclair family, she had reverted to her true self—the woman she had been before their marriage. Did she ever truly love me? Ethan pondered bitterly. If she didn’t, then why did she remember the songs I liked and my favorite foods? Shouldn’t a wife stand by her husband, offering comfort and encouragement when his world is falling apart? As Ethan sat in quiet turmoil, lost in his thoughts, Maya had already made her way to the bedroom. Settling onto the bed, she propp

Sophie had long been aware of Maya’s affair and had even shown Ethan the incriminating photos of her secret meetings with Cayden. No man in Ethan’s position could simply turn a blind eye to such betrayal. To make matters worse, Ethan had just been expelled from the Sinclair family. But Sophie wasn’t convinced. She suspected that his so-called expulsion was nothing more than a calculated ploy—to push Maya into divorcing him. Determined to win Ethan over, Sophie deliberately ridiculed him for being penniless, hoping to trigger Maya’s materialistic nature and make her feel miserable. The sooner Maya left Ethan, the sooner Sophie could take her place. Suddenly, Mimi slammed the table and shouted, "Enough! Haven’t you all had your fill of pointless arguments? Why are we still debating trivial matters like Sophie’s clothes or her love life at a time like this?" The real issue at hand was far greater—whether Ethan would still inherit the Sinclair family's fortune worth tens of billions.

Seeing John's rude attitude toward Ethan, Miss Julia shot him a sharp glare and snapped, "What could possibly be so urgent? Ethan’s had a long day—let him have his tea first!" John, clearly unimpressed, rolled his eyes at her. In his mind, she was just a clueless woman who knew nothing about the business world. Ignoring her completely, he turned to Ethan and asked bluntly, "I saw the news. You resigned as president of Walt Disney Corporation. Is that true?" Miss Julia’s eyes widened in shock. "What? Ethan, you’re no longer the president?" she asked, still trying to process the information. "Is it because your grandfather wants you to move to D.C. or New York? I’ve always wanted to go to New York! When are you leaving? We’ll go with you!" Clearly, she believed Ethan’s resignation was part of some grand business strategy, an opportunity for him to climb even higher. But Ethan didn’t sugarcoat it. With a sorrowful expression, he spoke plainly: "My grandfather kicked me out

Jade Villa, New YorkLaughter filled the lavish living room as Cayden erupted into hysterics, his voice echoing off the high ceilings."Hahahaha! Ethan Sinclair has stepped down! He’s resigned!" Cayden roared, practically doubled over in amusement. "He lost! I won! I crushed him!"On the massive TV screen in front of them, the press conference replayed on loop. Ethan sat there with a grim expression, publicly announcing his resignation as president of Walt Disney Corporation. He had handed the reins over to Clara Walport, his once-loyal deputy.Tony, however, was even more ecstatic than Cayden.Fueled by adrenaline, he jumped onto the couch with his shoes still on, fists pumping in the air."Unbelievable! Cayden, you did it! You just knocked Ethan Sinclair off his throne and turned him into a nobody!"Cayden smirked, basking in the moment. "Naturally."The two clapped their hands together in excitement, as if they had just witnessed a game-winning buzzer-beater in the NBA Finals.But

Frank’s words sent shockwaves through the room. Maya and Clara were utterly stunned. Ethan, too, wore a look of disbelief—but unlike them, his reaction was purely an act. "Kicked out of the family?" Maya was far more rattled by the news than even Ethan himself. "Butler Frank, you must be mistaken!" she blurted out, her voice laced with desperation. "How could Ethan possibly be kicked out of the Sinclair family?" She quickly tried to rationalize the situation. "Is Grandpa just upset that Ethan spent too much money last week? Please, tell him we won’t be reckless anymore! We’ll stop trying to save Walt Disney Corporation, I swear!" Frank let out a heavy sigh. "Miss Reynolds, I am not mistaken," he said firmly. "And no, this has nothing to do with money." His gaze darkened as he delivered the devastating truth. "Two days ago, Mr. Sinclair Sr. discovered that the DNA test report for Ethan and his father was forged. Ethan is not biologically related to the Sinclair family at a

"You insolent fool! Kneel before me this instant!" commanded Old Ms. Harrington, her voice dripping with authority."Do you think you can break the family's laws and walk away without consequence? You fool!""Family rules! What rules!" Tyler exclaimed, defiant.Old Ms. Harrington's eyes narrowed, but there was a glimmer of understanding in her gaze. "Have you forgotten the agreement you signed with our family? Three years ago, when you became a son-in-law of the Harrington family, you vowed to accept our family's rules and face the consequences if you ever betrayed us. Does that vow still bind you?"Tyler stood tall, his voice steady. "It absolutely does."A nod of acknowledgment came from Ms. Harrington. "Very well, then you understand your offense," she said, her voice calm but firm. "Bring me the 'Judgment Rod." At her command, Richard produced a long, intricately carved rod, a symbol of the family's history and tradition.The Judgment Rod, passed down through generations, was mo

As Tyler and Nicholson arrived back at the villa, the atmosphere grew tense. The grand estate loomed ahead, its elegant facade belying the turmoil within. The car came to a halt, and before Tyler could gather his thoughts, two mafia members swiftly moved in. They grabbed him roughly by the arms, holding him tightly as they yanked him out of the car. The forceful grip sent a jolt of pain through Tyler's shoulders, but he bit back any signs of discomfort.The men dragged Tyler across the gravel driveway, his feet barely touching the ground. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline surging as he struggled against their iron grip. His mind raced, searching for a way to escape, but the mafia members' firm hold left him little room to maneuver.At that moment, the door to the villa opened, and Old Ms. Harrington emerged, followed closely by the rest of the family, coming from the private room. Their expressions ranged from curiosity to contempt as they took in the sight before them. Old

Andrew cut off Old Ms. Harrington with a smirk. “Haha! Drunk? Emily, don’t take this the wrong way, but you share some of the blame. You never let Tyler get close to you in the four years you were married. Even if you’re beautiful, it doesn’t matter if he can’t be with you. No wonder Tyler spent the night with Agnes!”Emily’s mother couldn’t stay silent any longer. “Andrew, that’s unfair. Emily’s status is far above Tyler’s. If she had been intimate with that disgraced son-in-law, it would have been an insult to her. It would have tainted her.”Andrew scoffed. “You’re just trying to keep her pure so she can marry a wealthy man after you find a way to get rid of Tyler, aren’t you?”Ms. Jenner said, "You...""Any word from you again, and you're going out!" Old Ms. Harrington hollered. "Even if Emily is like that, he has no reason to have an affair! What does he take our family for? I can't wait for that beast to arrive here!"After saying old Ms Harrington reach to her stroked poodles

"Please continue enjoying yourselves while I have a little conversation with my family," Old Ms. Harrington said, her voice calm yet authoritative. "And I apologize for any discomfort I may have caused." She smiled warmly, her eyes sweeping over the guests, who responded with nods and encouraging smiles.As she made her way toward the private sitting room, her children and grandchildren followed her immediately, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. Old Ms. Harrington’s composed demeanor reassured the guests, and they resumed their mingling, the hum of conversation and clinking of glasses filling the air once more.Old Ms. Harrington paused at the doorway, turning back to give one last, reassuring smile before disappearing into the room, her family trailing behind. The grand chandelier cast a warm glow over the gathering, and the soft music playing in the background created an elegant ambiance.Inside the private sitting room, Old Ms. Harrington took a deep breath, ready

Old Ms. Harrington turned to Andrew and said, "I'm sorry, Andrew. I know I was the one who put you in this mess!" Her voice was firm as she embraced Andrew in a tight hug. "I won't allow that to happen to you anymore!" Andrew nodded his head, tears welling up. "Grandmother, I'm also sorry for the shame I brought to today's celebration. I was just trying to protect myself from the man who was bullying me, saying I had to pay up for the drug money I owed him, even after I said I wasn't into drugs anymore! After that, he tried to kill me!" "I know, Andrew. You can't kill anyone; it was just self-defense, wasn't it?" Old Ms. Harrington asked, her voice gentle but strong. A devilish smile played on Andrew's face. "Yes, Grandma. I can't kill anyone," he said, lifting his head. Old Ms. Harrington held Andrew's face in her hands, looking deeply into his eyes. "How was the agreement between you and Mr. Blackwell? I hope the government has pardoned our family!" she asked, her voice full

Meanwhile, Tyler, unaware of the storm brewing against him, made his way home. He took a shortcut through a secluded alleyway, his mind preoccupied with the day's events. As he turned the corner, three men stepped out of the shadows, blocking his path."Tyler, right?" the leader of the group said, cracking his knuckles. "We've got a message for you from the Harringtons."Tyler's eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation. "I don't want any trouble," he said, trying to stay calm."Too late for that," the leader sneered. "You crossed the wrong family."Before Tyler could react, one of the men swung a bat towards him. Tyler ducked just in time, but the second man lunged at him, catching him off guard. A fierce struggle ensued, with Tyler fighting back with everything he had.However, Tyler dodged the incoming punches from the leader, who was covered in tattoos, with ease. He leaped onto the alleyway's railing effortlessly and then kicked one of the attackers in the face."Damn! This as