Novels by Fash

They were drawn to wealth and power.When a man holds high status, it becomes nearly impossible to tell whether a woman loves him for who he truly is—or simply for what he can offer.That’s why Ethan had made up his mind: he no longer wanted to be the president of a company. He wanted to live a simple, ordinary life, searching for a love that was genuine and untainted by greed.Only after finding someone who could love him without knowing his identity—someone willing to weather life’s hardships by his side—would he reveal the truth.Only that kind of woman would be deserving of the Sinclair family’s vast fortune, worth hundreds of billions.Maya and Sophie clearly weren’t that kind of woman.Sophie’s expression dimmed. “What’s so great about being average? It’s so much better to be a company president! Maya hurt you so badly—don’t you want to rise again and make her regret it?”But Ethan shook his head with conviction.“No,” he said firmly. “I don’t.” He had already gone through that

Ethan and Maya locked eyes for a brief moment. She was still breathtaking—whether she was angry, smiling, crying, or even standing in the pouring rain. Her beauty hadn’t faded in the slightest. But Ethan knew—there was no going back for either of them. Maya kept insisting that Ethan couldn’t let go of her past with Tony, but that wasn’t the root of the problem. Her affair with Tony had taken place before Ethan revealed his true identity. It had hurt him deeply, yes—but it wasn’t something he couldn’t have forgiven. The real breaking point had been her entanglement with Cayden. By then, Maya was already his wife—married to the president of the Walt Disney Corporation and poised to become an heir to the Sinclair family. Even if nothing happened between her and Cayden beyond holding hands, that alone was inappropriate and disrespectful. And what hurt even more was how her attitude changed when Ethan lost everything. She treated him differently, coldly, as though his worth had disap

Maya collapsed onto the ground, one hand clutching her stomach and the other covering her cheek as she broke down in tears. "You hit me? I can’t believe you actually hit me! In all three years of our marriage, you’ve never laid a hand on me—not even when you caught Tony and me together. You were furious then, but you still held back. And now… now you do this?" "Ethan, you’re not a man. You’re a coward—a monster!" It was true—Ethan had never struck Maya before. He had loved her. Even when Clara slapped Maya in the past, it had torn Ethan apart. He’d warned Clara never to touch her again. But now, as he saw Maya instinctively shield her stomach, a realization hit him like a truck—she hadn’t gone through with the abortion. She had lied to hurt him. Shaken, Ethan dropped to his knees and gently gathered her into his arms. "You… You didn’t go through with it?" Maya shoved him away, her voice trembling with rage and pain. "Even if I haven’t yet, I will—right after the divorce!" "And

Ethan looked at Sophie seriously and said, “Sophie, I’ve known you since you were seventeen. You’re not the kind of girl who throws herself at just anyone.”“Your parents raised you with discipline, and they never even allowed you to date boys. That’s why I think we should just put on a show to fool Maya — nothing more. Once she takes the bait, we stop. Agreed?”Sophie felt a twinge of disappointment, but she was also genuinely moved by Ethan’s integrity.“You’re a good man, Ethan. Men like you are so rare these days. Maya’s a fool for not treasuring you. She doesn’t deserve you,” she said softly. “Alright, I’ll go along with whatever you say.”“Good,” Ethan replied gently, brushing a strand of hair from Sophie’s face with a small smile.After that, he tidied up the shattered wineglass on the floor, then sat back and waited — knowing full well that Maya would be home soon.This time, he was going to give her a taste of her own medicine.At around 3:30 in the afternoon, Maya returned h

Mimi was a woman of pride and principle.Now that the Reynolds had risen to the ranks of a first-tier family in Los Angeles, every move they made was under the public’s microscope. Their reputation was steadily climbing, and they couldn’t afford even a hint of scandal.If Maya were to divorce Ethan immediately after his expulsion from the Sinclair family, it would spark relentless gossip and speculation. Such a move would damage the Reynolds’ image and jeopardize their hard-earned foothold in the competitive business world.Later that day, Maya returned to the New City residential estate in her sleek Audi. Inside, Ethan sat slumped on the couch, nursing a glass of wine, putting on a show of heartbreak and despair.Feigning nonchalance, he asked Maya about her meeting with Cayden. But Maya, of course, couldn’t reveal the truth. She fabricated a story, claiming she had only spoken to Cayden briefly before being kicked out of his hospital room.‘Really? You, the woman he’s obsessed with,

“They can do whatever they want! I’m divorcing Maya Reynolds anyway. She means nothing to me anymore!”Ethan had repeated those words to himself over and over, trying to convince his heart to catch up with his decision. But no matter how many times he said it, his fingers still betrayed him—dialing Maya’s number at 12:10 p.m.When she answered, he kept his voice calm, pretending as if nothing was wrong.“Maya, where are you? I made lunch. Are you coming home to eat?”From the other end, Maya replied casually, “I’m still at the office. I won’t be coming home for lunch. Just eat without me.”Ethan’s eyes narrowed.Office, huh? If he hadn’t sent someone to follow her, he would’ve believed that lie. Again.‘Three years of marriage, and all she’s done is lie to me… over and over again.’But Ethan didn’t confront her. Not yet.“Didn’t you say you were going to visit Cayden Huxley at the hospital? How did it go?” he asked, maintaining his calm façade.“I did,” she replied quickly. “I apologi

"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