Novels by Quin Ari

Chapter seventeen.Caleb burst into his room, slamming the door behind him. He ravaged the space, sending clothes, books, and furniture flying. A primal scream tore from his throat, echoing off the walls. He couldn't believe it – everything he had worked for, gone in an instant.Maria trudged into the house, exhausted from a grueling day at work. As she entered, she was met with Caleb's ear-piercing scream. She rushed into his room, her eyes widening in shock. The space was in shambles, with debris scattered everywhere."What...what's going on?" Maria stuttered, her voice trembling.Caleb's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes blazing with fury. Maria flinched, taking a step back. She had never seen him like this before. His face was twisted in anguish, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.Maria's eyes darted around the room, taking in the destruction. She slowly set her bag down on the floor, her hands shaking. "Caleb, is everything okay?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper

Chapter sixteen.The investors exchanged bewildered glances. "What do you mean?" one of them asked, their voices laced with confusion.Ethan's chuckle was low and smooth as he stood up, his eyes glinting with amusement. Caleb's gaze locked onto his, trying to decipher the thoughts racing through his mind, but Ethan's expression remained inscrutable.He walked towards where Victoria was sitting down. And then he placed his hands on her chairs. "The new CEO is Victoria Edwards," Ethan announced, his voice firm and authoritative.Caleb's eyes went wide, his face pale with shock. "What?!" he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. His mouth hung open, his eyes fixed on Ethan as if he'd just been punched in the gut.Ethan's smirk was merciless. "Caleb, close your mouth before a fly makes itself at home."Caleb's face flushed with embarrassment as he snapped his jaw shut. His hands clenched into fists, turning white with tension, as he seethed with rage. He glared at Ethan, his eye

Ethan stumbled into the hotel, his body battered and bruised. He swiped his key card and pushed open the door to his room. Victoria sat on the bed, her eyes widening in alarm as she took in his injuries."What happened?" she asked, rushing to his side.Ethan chuckled dryly, pulling his hands away. "Nothing."Victoria's grip on his hands tightened. "Don't lie to me. You're covered in bruises."She yanked open the first aid kit and knelt beside him. Ethan hissed as she touched his wounds."Let it be, I'll be fine," he growled.Victoria rolled her eyes. "You can't be fine. Look at yourself!"She dragged his hands back, blowing softly on the injured skin. Ethan's irritation simmered, directed not at Victoria, but at himself. He craved solitude, time to think of how to deal with Caleb. But with Victoria around, that was impossible.Her gentle touch and concerned gaze only made him feel more trapped.Victoria's eyes welled up with tears as she took in the state of Ethan's hands. She couldn'

Chapter fourteen.Caleb pulled out his phone and dialed a number. It rang once before a voice picked up. "Kill Ethan," Caleb ordered. “Bring his head for me!” "Yes, boss," the voice replied. Caleb ended the call, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Let's see him appear out of thin air and take what's mine," he muttered.Caleb grabbed his coat and headed for the door. He slipped out into the night, driving towards the old mansion. He'd wait there for his men to bring Ethan to him.Ethan drove home alone, the darkness illuminated only by his headlights. Suddenly, he hit a roadblock. He swerved to turn around, but a car slammed into him, sending it spinning out of control. Ethan's car tumbled, the sound of crunching metal and shattering glass filling the air. He struggled to grip the steering wheel, but it was too late.Ethan leapt from the wreckage, landing hard on the cold asphalt. He hissed in pain as he stood, his hands throbbing. The car erupted into flames, casting flic

Chapter thirteen.Someone whispered; “That's Caleb's inheritance!”Ethan chuckled to himself, satisfied that his plan was unfolding as intended. His gift to the Tycoon had been a calculated move, designed to ensure that someone would recognize him as the miracle doctor. This would prompt the Tycoon to demand treatment from Ethan, thereby securing Caleb's inheritance.Caleb stepped forward, his face twisted in indignation. "Father, you can't be serious about agreeing to this nonsense," he exclaimed.The Tycoon's eyes darted back and forth between Ethan and his son, clearly torn. He had never been in a situation like this before, and he felt obligated to honor his promise."Father, just give this beggar some money and throw him out," Caleb sneered.Ethan smiled, a cold glint in his eye. "I knew you'd react this way," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "You rich people are always so quick to exploit the poor." Ethan pulled out his phone and played a recording of the Tycoon's p

Chapter twelve.The Tycoon's coughing fit intensified, despite being given water. His body began to swell, prompting a frantic rush to the hospital. Doctors scrambled to diagnose the issue, but their tests yielded no explanation for the mysterious swelling.Panic gripped the Sawyer family as they scoured the city for specialist doctors. Meanwhile, Victoria was still with Ethan. "We should get the Sawyer family a wedding gift. You don't have to worry I will deliver it myself," Ethan suggested. Victoria's eyes widened in incredulity. "You can't be serious?" she asked, her tone laced with skepticism. Ethan shook his head. "Why would I joke about that?" Victoria stood up, her expression stern. "That's your ex-family we're talking about – the same people who lied about you breaking their precious ancestral jug.”Ethan chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's in the past. I've forgiven them. I think it's best if we get them a gift." Victoria's eyes widened in surprise. E

Marcus dropped the gun on Grey's chest, covering his face with his hands before standing up and pulling his hair back. He walked away, got into his car, and drove off, lost in thought.As he arrived home, he rested his head on the steering wheel, wondering how he would face his parents. He was still reeling from the revelation that his parents, whom he had believed were dead, were actually alive.With a sigh, he stepped out of the car and locked it, noticing the eerie silence. As he entered the house, he flipped on the light switch, and suddenly, everyone screamed "Surprise!"Marcus flinched, taken aback by the sudden noise and the sea of faces before him. He was surrounded by loved ones, all holding flowers and balloons, their faces beaming with joy."What's going on?" Marcus asked, genuinely surprised, and they all smiled.Sandra stepped forward, beaming. "Since your parents are alive, I thought of doing a little celebration to mark the happy news," she explained, and everyone nodde

"I should be the one saying that," Grey sneered, laughing evilly. Marcus stared at him, his eyes blazing with fury, as he moved forward."You dare think of hurting my parents?" Marcus growled.Grey shrugged. "That's the rule of the street: kill to survive."Marcus shook his head in disgust. "Not your own blood, Grey. He was your elder brother, and you dared to do this to him?"Grey smirked. "Spare me the crap, Marcus. You would have done the same if you were in my shoes. It's survival. The rule is to survive. Your father thought he could have all the good things in life and make me his puppet? Never. I took control of my own destiny."Marcus scoffed. "Take control of your destiny? You call this control? Locking up your own family, manipulating and using them for your own gain?"Grey didn't answer, he just shrugged his shoulders, his expression unrepentant."You know one of the things I hate?" Marcus asked, his eyes blazing with anger as he stared at Grey."What?" Grey asked, a hint of

The next day, after breakfast, Marcus set out to Grey's house, parking his car at a distance. He put on his hoodie and stepped out, glancing around cautiously before walking towards the gate. To his surprise, it swung open with ease, suggesting Grey had forgotten to lock it. Marcus entered, still looking over his shoulder, and pushed open the creaky front door.As he stepped inside, his eyes scanned the empty rooms, his gaze darting everywhere. The house seemed abandoned, with no signs of life or warmth. Marcus let out a sigh, confusion etched on his face. Why did Grey's house look like no one lived there?He began to climb the stairs, trying to be careful not to make a sound, his senses heightened as he ventured deeper into the house.Marcus stood in the middle of the house, his eyes scanning the area, trying to locate the source of the mysterious noise he had heard earlier. He finally found the room, but it was locked. He searched for something to open the door, but found nothing

Sandra groaned, trying to sit up, and Marcus rushed to her side, helping her into a comfortable position. She gave him a weak smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Leaning back against the pillow, she whispered, "Thank you."Marcus nodded, adjusting the pillow for her. The silence between them was awkward, until Marcus cleared his throat, forcing Sandra to look at him. "I want to ask a personal question," he said, his eyes locked on hers.Sandra nodded weakly, "Go on."Marcus held her hands, his voice filled with emotion. "Have you ever thought of marriage?" he asked, his eyes searching for answers.Sandra smiled weakly, but this time, it reached her eyes. "Does it matter?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Marcus nodded, urging her to answer. "Please, answer me. Have you ever thought of marriage?" he asked again, his voice filled with longing.Sandra chuckled, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Why are you so interested? When did you begin to care?" she asked, her voice

"What?!" Marcus exclaimed, stunned, and Katherine nodded, swallowing hard. "The report came in when you left to find her," she said, her voice trembling. "It showed that she's carrying a child." Marcus gasped, cursing under his breath as he rubbed his hair in disbelief. "No, no, no," he muttered, shaking his head. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He didn't need a DNA test to know the child was his. Overwhelmed, Marcus collapsed to the floor, covering his face with his hands. He felt angry at himself, frustrated that he couldn't protect his own child. "I couldn't be there for my own child... what kind of father am I?" he mumbled, slapping himself in despair. Katherine rushed to his side, trying to calm him down. "Stop, Marcus, please," she begged, but he shook her off. "No, I have failed," he repeated, slapping himself harder. "I have failed as a father. What kind of father am I?" he asked, his voice cracking with emotion. Katherine paused, taken aback by his word

Amayah seized the opportunity to escape, dashing outside as Marcus was distracted. She spotted Owen and rushed towards him, relief washing over her. "Baby, let's get out of here! Marcus is crazy!" she begged, tugging on Owen's arm.But Owen didn't budge. Instead, he pulled her close, his hands gripping her waist tightly. "How did you think I ended up here?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.Amayah swallowed hard, confusion etched on her face. "I don't get it," she stammered.Owen let out an evil laugh. "You're truly dumb," he sneered, his eyes glinting with malice.Amayah's eyes widened as the pieces clicked into place. "Wait, you... you tracked me here?" she asked, disbelief etched on her face.Owen nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Amayah tried to step back, but he caught her, holding her tight. She was trapped, and Owen's grip only tightened as he reveled in his sinister triumph."I didn't just track you here," Owen sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. "