Novels by Vicky Wright

Arriving at the Turkey’s mansion, Jonathan was treated to a wonderful dinner as Roseline, Via’s mother had taken her time to prepare the delicacies.“I am aware of all that is going on and the fact that you’re being accused of Jacob’s death, but don’t worry, very soon the truth will be made known to the public, and you’ll be able to clear your name,” She said as she served the dishes.“Yes, Jonathan. Everything will be fine,” Via said, as she took his hands into hers caressing them gently.“Thank you, Via. Thank you Ma’am Roseline,” Jonathan managed to smile hopeful that just like they’ve said, everything will be over soon.After dinner, Via and Jonathan decided to stroll out onto the deck, where the sound of crashing waves filled the air. The setting sun cast a warm glow over the ocean, and Via and Jonathan found themselves lost in conversation, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment, even in the midst of the never ending troubles that seemed to be coming upon Jon

Jonathan, Bernard, and his cousin brothers gathered in his office the next morning, the atmosphere was filled with a mix of tension. They knew that they had to tackle the problems and harsh words from shareholders head-on which Jonathan had related to them.“Alright, guys, we need to come up with a solid plan to address the issues raised by the shareholders. We can't afford to ignore their concerns." Jonathan said his face with signs of worry.“I agree, Jonathan. We need to show them that we're taking their word seriously. And that you wouldn't go down without fighting. Let's start by analyzing their specific grievances and finding ways to address them." Bernard said supporting Jonathan.“I think it's crucial to communicate our long-term vision and strategy to the shareholders. If they understand the bigger picture, they might be more willing to support us." Peter speaking up for the first time said as he raised his head from his hands. "But we also need to be prepared for potential b

“I'm really sorry to hear about Elina's dad. It must be a difficult and emotional time for everyone. Take heart dear, death is inevitable, I have had my own fair share.” Roseline said as she consoled Patricia Jackson. The priest started the prayers and everybody's head bowed and said their prayers with the priest.“Dear friends and family, we gather here today to pay our final respects to Jacob Jackson. Let us take a moment to offer our prayers and blessings for his soul.”As the priest begins to bless the coffin, a sudden scream interrupts the solemn atmosphere. Patricia, overwhelmed with grief, expresses her anguish.“No! Jonathan and Bernard shouldn't be allowed here! The Hazels caused my husband's death!”The priest pauses for a moment, acknowledging Patricia's outburst and the pain she is going through. “Patricia, I understand that you're hurting right now, but let us try to find solace in this moment of remembrance. We are here to honor Jacob’s memory and support one another d

Jonathan sat in the stark, fluorescent-lit room, his hands trembling as he listened to the barrage of accusations hurled at him. The police officer's voice had turned sharp and accusatory, devoid of the usual politeness he was accustomed to. Reporters crowded around, their cameras flashing and microphones thrust in his face."You were seen at the scene of the crime," one officer barked, his finger pointed accusingly at Jonathan. "What were you doing there?"Jonathan's mind raced as he tried to form a coherent response. "I... I never stepped out of my house, my brothers would clear me and I have an alibi." he stammered, his voice barely audible over the clamor of voices.“You were home? Don't play dumb with us," another officer interjected. "We have evidence placing you at the scene. You can't deny it."“But that isn't me, I haven't stepped out of my house since I came back from work. I have been waiting for their arrival.”The reporters joined in, bombarding him with questions and ins

Elina and her mother sat in the sterile hospital waiting room, their faces etched with worry and fear. Elina fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, her eyes fixed on the swinging door that led to the emergency room.The news of Mr. Jackson’s accident had come as a shock to them as they weren’t expecting. He had left early that morning on his way to meet a couple of investors whom he hoped would help take back Skytop from Jonathan’s grip, and it was on his way that the fatal accident happened which had now landed him in the E.R.Mrs. Jackson clasped her daughter's hand tightly, her gaze distant and lost. "I can't believe this is happening," she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion. “This is all Jonathan’s fault, and I won’t forgive him if anything bad happens to your father.”Elina couldn’t help but agree with her mother, blaming Jonathan as well. She believed that if Jonathan hadn’t stepped in to take over Skytop, her father wouldn’t have needed to meet up with the investors and th

Jonathan picked at his food during dinner with Via, and she couldn't help but notice his distracted behaviour. Concern etched across her face, she leaned in closer and asked gently, "Jonathan, what's the matter? You seem lost for words."Jonathan sighed, the weight of the recent events weighing heavily on his shoulders. "Via, it's just... things have taken a turn. The news I received earlier has left me unsettled," he confessed, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness.Even if he had asked the chief to have the young man locked up, Jonathan still felt like he was still a step behind. He knew whatever had made the young man to come out to say he was the one who had made an attempt on his life, was no ordinary matter, and that the real culprit was still out there roaming freely.“Is it about the young man at the police station?” She asked worriedly.“Yes Via. He’s not the one who tried to kill me. Something tells me it’s Nicholas,” He said tired of everything already.Via's eyes filled