Novels by Yumeno Lucrecia

A heavy steel door creaked open, followed by the slow sound of wheels rolling across the floor.The dim bulb overhead the room flickered. Harry Snow wheeled himself inside, his expression void of emotion.At the center of the room sat Tracey Wilson, tied securely to a chair, her wrists and ankles bound tightly.Her once high-class clothes were crumpled, her hair tangled, and her face was marked with dried tears.The moment she saw Harry, muffled groans came from her throat as she chewed against the restraints over her mouth. Her body trembled. Harry watched her struggle. Then, without a word, he leaned forward and yanked the gag loose."Help! Help me! Something please, you have to help me! "Her scream echoed in the small room, filled with desperation.Harry didn’t even flinch. Instead, he calmly raised a gun, pointing the barrel straight at her forehead. His voice was low, almost as if he was bored."If you keep screaming like a mad dog, then I’ll put you down like one"Tracey

Elizabeth's loud voice rang out as she threw accusations in William’s direction.“You still refuse to admit it, don’t you?!” she spat out disdainfully, her eyes red with fury, “What did you do to my daughter, William? Where is my Tracey?”Natalie stood beside her, shaking, “I knew it! You're good for nothing trash picking Bastard; you're a monster! First my lovely niece, Anna, now Tracey! Are you so twisted that you’d hurt the women in our family just because we don't want to give you money?”Peter took a threatening step forward but was still scared of William, “You better hurry up and start talking before we make you talk!”The Wilsons all appeared to have their own versions of what had happened, none of them appear to even be considering that William himself was still piecing the truth together.But William. He wasn’t interested in their nonsense.His mind was working through the facts, trying to understand what Harry was up to.Harry Snow was after something. He always had been.

William Miller stepped out of his car and faced the grand entrance of the Wilson residence. The towering gates, the stone pathway, and the excess decorations all remained the same, but everything about this place now felt distant, like a chapter he had closed. As he stood there, something unexpected stirred within him. Memories flooded back to the early days of his marriage when Tracey had treated him with at least some warmth. Anna, too, had once been kind, often sneaking him food when her mother and aunt deliberately starved him. But those days had vanished, replaced by ridicule, humiliation, and, ultimately, betrayal. Tracey had chosen another man over him; a man who obviously didn’t love her but merely sought to use her. Yet, she was too blinded by wealth to see it. William exhaled sharply, his gaze turning cold. Pushing open the doors, he walked in. The moment Elizabeth Wilson laid eyes on him, her expression twisted into one of disgust. Sitting on a luxurious couc

Amelia stepped out of her sleek Rolls-royce Phantom and took in the grand sight of the Sinclair Mansion. It had not been a while since she’d come home, but tonight, the place seemed more alive than usual. The warm glow of the chandeliers illuminated the entrance, and as she made her way inside, she was immediately greeted by the familiar voice of her sister . "You're finally back!" Anna rushed forward, excitement in her eyes. Without wasting a second, she grinned mischievously "Did you come to tell me about brother-in-law? Dad told me already"Amelia's steps faltered, and she shot her younger sister a glare, "Anna, how many times do I have to tell you? Stop calling him that""But why?" Anna crossed her arms stubbornly "Aren’t you going to marry him in the future?"Amelia opened her mouth to respond but found herself at a loss for words. Marry William? She had never really put thought into it. What started as a pretend relationship to keep her family off her back had somehow shi

Harry Snow sat motionless in his wheelchair, his fingers trembling against his phone screen, scrolling through his contact list. He had to be wrong. There had to be a way out of this. Someone had to help him.His first call went to an old family connection, someone his father had worked with in the past. The line rang twice before a familiar voice answered."Harry? How are you—""I need your help," Harry cut in, his voice low but firm. "My family… they’re gone. Something happened, and I need—""Stop right there." The man's tone turned sharp. "Don't ever call me again. Do you have any idea what kind of force wiped out your family? If I even speak to you for too long, my own family could be next"Harry’s stomach twisted, "You—You can’t be serious. You—""Forget that I exist, Harry"The call ended.Harry gritted his teeth, anger pushing past his fear. He dialed another number, a man even more powerful, one who had shared drinks with his father at lavish parties.This time, the momen

A sharp pain went through Harry Snow’s head as he slowly opened his eyes. His head throbbed, and when he tried to move, a tight bandage around his forehead reminded him of his injuries.He turned his head slightly, only to see Tracey Wilson seated beside the bed, her expression filled with worrisome concern. She noticed his movement and leaned forward in excitement. "You're awake," Her voice was soft with a hint of relief, "What happened to you? I found you unconscious in my study. There was no one around to help me take you to the hospital, so I did what I could"Harry barely acknowledged her words. His mind was still sluggish, but one thought clawed its way through the fog of his mind, his family. Ignoring the dizziness that came with his sudden movement, he reached for his phone on the nightstand and quickly dialed his father’s number.No response.He redialed. The call rang and rang before switching to voicemail.Frowning, he tried his mother next.Same result. Then his unc