Novels by Vicky Wright

The quiet hum of Jonathan’s office was interrupted by the sudden burst of the door flying open.Bernard stormed in without a word, his face flushed with urgency. He held a rolled-up newspaper in one hand, his jaw set, and his eyes blazing with something between anger and disbelief.Jonathan barely looked up from his computer. “Bernard what brings you here?” he asked dryly, not yet sensing the gravity of the situation.Bernard didn’t bother with pleasantries.With a swift motion, he slammed the paper down on the desk, the pages unfolding with a loud flap. “Explain this.”Jonathan blinked at the tabloid before him. The front page seemed to burn with color, shouting its scandalous message at the top of its lungs.There it was—an image captured in vivid detail: Elina leaning forward, kissing him at the café. Jonathan’s expression was halfway between confusion and resistance, but the frame caught the worst possible second. To an outsider, it looked intimate. Intentional.The headline screa

CHAPTER 53 Jonathan’s car pulled up to the quiet corner café, its windows fogged slightly from the chill of the morning. He stepped out, adjusting the collar of his coat, his eyes scanning the place warily. Something felt... off. The street was quiet, eerily so—no footsteps, no car horns, no idle chatter from passersby. Just silence and the low hum of wind rustling through leafless branches.He paused for a moment, studying the modest façade of the café. Pale sunlight glinted off the windows, but the interior was shadowed, still. It looked closed at first—until he saw her.Elina.She sat alone at the far end of the café, a porcelain cup cradled in both hands, steam long faded. Her posture was tense, too stiff to be casual. She was dressed simply, but there was an unnatural elegance in the way she sat—as if every movement was calculated.Jonathan pushed the door open. A tiny chime rang out, crisp and brittle like a bell in an empty church. He stepped in an

CHAPTER 52 "Bernard, I don't know how to handle this situation. Finding out about my dad's death makes me want to dig more into the past, I really want to know about this empire left to me.” Jonathan began as he and Bernard sat alone in the Jonathan’s office staring at the computer screen.They had both been together celebrating Jonathan’s engagement with Via. Other employees had also joined in the celebration each congratulating Jonathan and looking forward to the wedding.It was in the midst of the celebration, that Jonathan received an anonymous email in his computer. “The IAS are monitoring every of your movement, and they hold the missing piece of the puzzle regarding the death of your father.Immediately Jonathan received the email, he dismissed the rest of the employees, and, when he was alone with Bernard, he made him read the email.The two of them remained still wondering who could have sent the mail as the email address of the sender was hidden and couldn’t be trace—enough

CHAPTER 51The restaurant was bathed in the soft, golden glow of candlelight, its elegant chandeliers casting flickering reflections across polished silverware and crystal glasses. The air carried the delicate aroma of gourmet dishes, blending with the gentle hum of conversation and the occasional clink of cutlery against fine china. It was an intimate setting—one of warmth and understated luxury—perfect for an evening neither Jonathan nor Via would ever forget.Jonathan sat across from Via, his sharp navy-blue suit accentuating his composed demeanor, though his fingers betrayed his nervous anticipation as they subtly drummed against the table. Via, resplendent in a flowing emerald dress that brought out the striking green in her eyes, noticed his slight restlessness but assumed it was merely lingering exhaustion from the past few months of struggle.Despite the troubles surrounding the Hazel’s empire, Jonathan had taken this time out to feel the love that only Via’s presence had to o

CHAPTER 50Elina sat in the dimly lit living room, her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the couch. The muted glow of the television flickered against the walls, but the images on the screen only added to the weight pressing against her chest. Beside her, her mother, Patricia, sat stiffly, her face pale and drawn as she watched the news unfold. It was a grim scene—headlines flashed across the screen, painting a sordid tale of betrayal and justice.Elina had tried to prepare herself for this moment, but no amount of preparation could soften the brutal truth. Her father was alive. Alive. After all those times of mourning him, believing the tragic lies fed to her, she now knew the truth. And not only was he alive, but he had been dragged into the headlines, arrested, and publicly shamed. Because of her mother.Feeling the walls close in on her, she reached for the remote and switched off the TV. The silence that followed was deafening. She turned slowly toward Patricia, her voice

Jonathan parked his car in front of his house, his mind still preoccupied with the IAS and the secrets that seemed to be buried beyond his reach. The weight of his father’s mysterious death, the hidden agendas surrounding Hazel Empire, and the silent war waged in the shadows gnawed at him. He knew he was on the verge of something huge, but at what cost?As he stepped inside, an unusual sight greeted him—his cousins, Ryan and Peter, sat in the living room, deep in conversation with a man he had never seen before. The air was thick with tension, and every instinct in Jonathan's body screamed that something was off.His eyes locked onto the stranger, who leaned back on the couch with an air of practiced ease, sipping what appeared to be whiskey from an expensive-looking glass.“Hey, guys. What's going on here?” Jonathan asked, his gaze shifting between his cousins and the man who had made himself at home in their house.Ryan barely spared him a glance, his expression unreadable, while Pe

A wave of applause echoed through the grand hall of the Moxley estate as guests arrived for the Consortium’s exclusive gathering. The most powerful families in Westland were present, each eager to witness what was being hailed as a historic event—the unveiling of the Moxley heir.Grandfather Moxley had just been laid to rest and everyone was looking forward to meeting his supposed “heir” as Dean and other members of the Moxley’s empire had been claiming.Among those in attendance were Oliver and William Robertson, seated confidently at the center of the hall, Hailey Riven beside them, poised and elegant. Across the room, the rest of the Riven family occupied their reserved seats, their expressions unreadable.Whispers filled the air. The speculation had reached its peak. Was the message about Moxley’s heir true? Or was it an elaborate deception?A waiter approached William with a tray of champagne, but he waved him away impatiently. His focus was on the entrance, waiting for Dean."Yo

A somber silence hung over the private Moxley estate as the last of the mourners departed, leaving behind only those closest to the family. The funeral had been grand, befitting a man of Grandfather Moxley’s stature. The four other families of the Consortium had attended, their expressions filled with feigned grief, their condolences empty.“The old man has finally been laid to rest,” Oliver Robertson began, “I believe we can see the grandson that is meant to take over the Empire now,”“Of course,” Dean replied. “I’ll make arrangements for that as soon as possible,” He assured them before leaving to join Harry who watched from the top floor as Dean had told him it wasn’t yet time to show himself.”“I wish I was there to pay my last respect to him,” Harry said, the moment Dean walked in.“It’s fine. Your grandfather understands.” Dean replied as he placed a firm hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Come with me. It’s time you knew everything.”“Everything? What do you mean?” Harry asked surprise

The conference room of the Consortium’s private estate was filled with an air of tension. The members of the Consortium—men and women who controlled the wealth and power of Westland—sat around an elongated mahogany table, their expressions unreadable but their minds sharp with speculation.Each of them had received the same message earlier that morning.“The heir to the Moxley Empire is alive.”It was a statement that shook the very foundation of the Consortium—the message that neither of them had seen coming.The old patriarch, Moxley, had always been perceived as the last of his bloodline, after the death of his only son Elijah Moxley years ago. His death meant a free-for-all over his empire, and the Robertson family had already positioned themselves to take control. But now, this message threatened everything.“I think it’s a hoax,” Victor Lancaster finally broke the silence, adjusting his cufflinks. “Someone is playing a dangerous game, and they want us rattled.”“I agree,” Sylvia

The drive to the Royal Grand Hotel was anything but smooth for William. His mind was in turmoil, replaying the officer’s words over and over."Mr. Harry Parker has been granted bail."It wasn’t supposed to happen. Harry was meant to rot in that cell until the transition was complete. Yet, someone had pulled him out, and he couldn’t help but wonder who that someone could be.The car pulled up to the hotel entrance. William stepped out, straightening his suit and adjusting his composure. He needed to be in control. Whatever Hailey wanted to discuss, it had better be worth his time.Inside, the receptionist immediately recognized him and gestured toward the elevator. “Miss Riven is expecting you in Suite 907.”William didn’t respond, simply making his way toward the elevator, his mind still racing.The moment he stepped into the suite, Hailey greeted him with a slow, seductive smile. Without a word, she closed the distance between them and pulled him into a deep, lingering kiss.For a mo

The morning sun cast a golden hue over the estate as Dean adjusted his cufflinks in front of the mirror. Today was meant to be a pivotal moment for Harry, the day he would be introduced to the rest of the Consortium’s members. It was supposed to mark the beginning of a new chapter, a moment of power and recognition.The members of the consortium would be having the monthly business summit, and this would be the best time to inform them that he had found the heir to the Moxley’s empire, and should anything happen to the patriarch Moxley, he would have a successor to take over everything.But while all of that was going on his mind, the unexpected news reached Dean.The Patriarch of the Moxley Empire was dead. He had died of cardiac arrest.Dean sat down, his mind racing. The news had come in from the doctor who was put in charge to save the Patriarch’s life. The initial report claimed it was a natural death, but Dean wasn’t convinced.He had visited the Patriarch the previous day after

“Is this the man who assaulted Mr. Robertson?” The Chief of police asked, as two other officers brought Harry before him for interrogation.“Yes sir!” the senior officer affirmed, throwing a salute.Mr. Robertson had given the orders to have Harry locked up and not been given a chance to say anything or to reveal to the public what had transpired between him and Hailey fearing what negative impact it might have on his reputation.With the grand patriarch of the Moxley’s Empire at the verge of death, it wouldn’t be long before all that belongs to the Moxley’s is passed on to the hands of the Robertson’s and the three other families who had planned everything to take down the Moxley’s Empire.Being involved in any form of scandal could make him lose the chance of becoming the youngest trillioniare in the entire country, and Harry had the power by law to prevent that from happening. The only way to ensure that Harry doesn’t reveal that to the public until Mr. Moxley was dead, and his ric