Novels by Arthea Edelweis

The ride back was silent. Not because they had nothing to say, but because words felt unnecessary.Elena sat beside Oliver in the car, her fingers resting lightly on her lap. She wasn’t shaking, wasn’t afraid anymore—but the weight of the night still pressed against her.Oliver drove with one hand on the wheel, his other resting on the console between them. His presence alone made her feel safe.After a while, Elena exhaled. “You’re too calm.”Oliver glanced at her, smirking. “Would you rather I panic?”She huffed. “I was kidnapped, Oliver.”“I noticed.”“Held hostage.”“I was there.”“Almost had my throat slit.”Oliver’s jaw tightened just slightly. “And I handled it.”Elena turned to him, studying his profile. His sharp jawline, his unwavering expression.“You always do,” she murmured.Oliver didn’t reply, but his fingers—resting between them—twitched.Elena hesitated, then slowly reached out, linking her pinky with his.Oliver’s hand stiffened for a brief moment.Then, he turned hi

"Mr. Roberts, we have a problem."Amelia’s voice was sharp over the phone. Oliver had just finished a business meeting when she called, and from the tension in her tone, he knew it wasn’t a minor issue.Oliver exhaled. "Speak."There was a brief pause before she dropped the bombshell."Elena’s been taken."Oliver stopped walking. His fingers tightened slightly around the phone. “Who?”Amelia hesitated. “A man named Vincent Moreau. French arms dealer. One of the last allies Harrington had left.”Oliver’s jaw clenched, but his voice remained calm. “His demands?”“He wants you to transfer fifty percent of Hoshier’s European assets to his name by midnight.”A mistake.Vincent Moreau had no idea who he was dealing with.Oliver inhaled slowly. “Where is she?”“We traced the call to a warehouse in the East District. It’s heavily guarded.”Oliver didn’t hesitate. “Send me the location.”“Sir, I can mobilize our team—”“No.” Oliver’s voice was sharp. “This is personal.”Amelia hesitated but ob

“You lost the moment you thought you could use her against me, Calloway.”Oliver’s voice was quiet, almost casual, yet every syllable carried the weight of an undeniable truth.Raymond struggled against Oliver’s grip, but it was useless. His body trembled—not from the physical pain, but from the realization sinking into his bones. He had never stood a chance.Oliver loosened his hold just enough for Raymond to breathe, but his next words made the man’s blood run cold.“Tell me, Calloway… how do you want this to end?”Raymond swallowed, his mind racing. He had no moves left. No allies. No escape.His last shred of arrogance faltered, replaced by raw desperation. “I—I was just following Harrington’s lead. He’s the one who—”Oliver let out a quiet exhale, cutting him off with a simple, measured sentence.“Harrington is already handled.”Raymond’s eyes widened. “What?”A soft buzzing noise filled the room. Oliver reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and tilted the screen toward

Raymond’s hands trembled as he scrolled through the endless flood of news reports, each one spelling his doom in bold, damning headlines. His phone buzzed non-stop—calls from investors, board members, and desperate executives, all demanding answers he didn’t have.His breath came in short, sharp gasps. This wasn’t just an attack. This was an execution.His gaze snapped to Elliot Mercer, who remained seated, completely unfazed. The smirk on Elliot’s face sent a wave of rage coursing through Raymond’s veins.“You think this is funny?” Raymond’s voice was hoarse, barely above a growl. “You think I’m just going to sit here and let Oliver destroy me?”Elliot exhaled, setting his drink down with a quiet clink. He leaned back, crossing his legs leisurely. “Oh, you misunderstand, Calloway. It’s not about letting him destroy you. It’s about the fact that you can’t stop him.”Raymond slammed a fist against the bar. The few patrons around them turned to glance, sensing the tension but knowing be

Raymond sat frozen in his chair, his hands clenched into fists as the weight of his downfall pressed down on him like a mountain. His empire, his power—everything he had built over the years had crumbled in mere minutes.His phone buzzed again, and with shaky fingers, he picked it up. A flood of messages from his board members, investors, and executives filled the screen. They were panicking. Some demanded explanations, others threatened to withdraw their support. His assistant sent a message—Mr. Calloway, we need immediate damage control. The media is asking questions.Raymond’s vision blurred as rage bubbled inside him. All because of one man.Oliver Roberts.The name now echoed in his head like a curse.Raymond had underestimated him, just like everyone else had. He had seen Oliver as nothing more than a quiet, unremarkable businessman, someone who got lucky in the corporate world. But now, he understood the truth.Oliver was far from ordinary.Raymond sucked in a sharp breath and

Raymond’s breath caught in his throat. His palms were damp, his fingers gripping the edge of his desk. Oliver Roberts was here. In his office.He barely had time to compose himself before the door swung open.Oliver walked in with the ease of a man who owned the building, despite the fact that it belonged to Raymond. He was calm, his dark eyes scanning the office without the slightest hint of urgency. He wasn’t here to negotiate. He was here to watch Raymond crumble.Raymond straightened in his chair, masking his nerves with arrogance. “Mr. Roberts,” he greeted coolly, though his voice wavered just enough to betray his unease.Oliver said nothing at first. He merely stepped closer, his gaze locking onto Raymond’s with the weight of something far more dangerous than anger—certainty.“You’ve been quite busy,” Oliver finally said, his tone casual.Raymond forced a smirk. “I like to stay informed about my competitors.”Oliver chuckled, the sound low and unimpressed. “Competitor?” He tilte

Javier sat across from Sylas and Douglas, his expression composed as he stirred his coffee.The meeting had gone better than expected—Sylas had not only shown his support but had also persuaded Douglas to adjust his demanding schedule to attend Valeria’s birthday banquet.It was a rare show of flexibility from the usually rigid man.“I appreciate your support, Mr. Sylas,” Javier said, setting his cup down. “And Mr, Rodrigo, I understand your schedule is tight. Your presence at the banquet means a lot.”Douglas leaned back, studying Javier with an unreadable expression.How great Javier was even made Sylas submit and the impact flowed to him as well.“I wouldn’t have agreed if not for Sylas’s insistence.”Sylas chuckled. “Consider it my honor to assist you, Javier.”Javier inclined his head. “Even so, I won’t take it for granted.”Valeria, who had been quietly observing, realized she might have underestimated Javier’s influence.How had he secured their support so effortlessly?And why

In the grand living room of the Rodrigo mansion, the head of the Rodrigo family, Douglas, was hosting a distinguished elderly man.The old man exuded an aura of authority and command, and Douglas treated him with utmost reverence, assuring him that the Rodrigo family would absolutely comply with his orders.The old man, with a stern yet wise expression, reminded Douglas, "While making money is important, there are things more valuable than wealth. We must not tarnish the Rodrigo family's reputation for the sake of profit."At that moment, a security guard, having interrupted the conversation between Douglas and the old man.“Mr. Rodrigo...”Douglas was immediately furious and yelled at the security guard, “Get the fuck out!”“Get out, didn't you see I'm with Mr. Sylas?Don't bother me with anything, no matter how important!"The security guard was so scared that he didn't dare to say a word and turned around to run.He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he ran into the yard.He cur

She was about to step forward when the car pulled up and stopped right in front of them. Shane Rowen went out from the car.Valeria was shocked in disbelief as she stared at Shane Rowen.It was really Shane Rowen. Could it be that what Javier had said was true?Did Shane Rowen drive Javier here?As she stood there in shock, Shane Rowen walked to the back door of the car, opened it, and blocked the top of the door with one hand.With a respectful gesture, he said, "Please, Miss Valeria, get in the car." Valeria felt as if she were dreaming. Shane Rowen's behavior was that of a chauffeur.Now he was acting as a driver for Javier. Her mind went completely blank, and she was utterly stunned.Javier smiled and said, "Shane, I'm not leaving. My girlfriend heard that you were driving for me and came over to say hello.""Oh," Shane Rowen quickly stepped forward to shake hands with Valeria, completely different from being a jerk hours ago."Miss, what happened at my house today was all a misu

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the grand entrance of the Rodrigo residence.The air was thick with tension as two figures stood at the gate, their intentions as clear as their animosity towards each other.Valeria, with her sharp eyes and stern expression, stood resolutely, her mind racing with the weight of the day's importance.She didn’t want Javier to come here, because she couldn’t stand to lose the support of the Rodrigo family.Beside her, Hudson lounged nonchalantly, a smirk playing on his lips as he casually leaned against the ornate iron gate.But now, as the shadows lengthened and the evening grew darker, her confidence began to waver. She couldn't afford to fail. If she didn't meet Rodrigo today, everything she had worked for could crumble.Her birthday banquet, meant to be a celebration of her achievements, would become a laughingstock.And with it, the family business, which had been in her family for generations, might spiral into decline."

Everyone who was there fell silent. Especially Shane."Father, you must be mistaken!"Shane scoffed, crossing his arms as he glanced at Javier with a look of utter disdain."This man? Lord Everhart’s son? You need to get your eyesight checked."Dalton Rowen, a man of sharp instincts and an even sharper gaze, studied Javier with an intensity that made Shane shift uncomfortably."No," Dalton murmured.He stepped forward, his brows furrowing.The more Dalton looked at Javier, the more he saw King Everhart.They bore such an obvious resemblance that with just one look, he knew instantly that Javier was his son.And she never expected to see such an important person in her mansion."The resemblance is undeniable. He is Lord Everhart’s son.""I see you have a good memory, Mr. Rowen," Javier responded coolly, his face unreadable. "Unlike your son, who, just moments ago, was eager to throw me out."Shane’s face twisted in disbelief."You—!"He pointed a trembling finger at Javier, his express

"Do you need my help now, Valeria?"Javier asked, his voice as calm as ever. The faintest glint of amusement flickered in his dark eyes as he watched Valeria fume in frustration.Valeria clenched her jaw, crossing her arms as she glared at the mansion’s massive iron gates."I don't need your help, Javier. Don't make trouble."The words were clipped, filled with irritation, but the way she bit her lower lip betrayed her uncertainty.Valeria, as the president of the family group, wanted to get the support of Rowen's family, but couldn't even get in, realising that her idea was naive. The guards had just refused her entry, stating that the patriarch of the Rowen family, Dalton Rowen, was only seeing Hudson today.It was an obvious power play, one designed to humiliate her.But Valeria was not one to back down—unfortunately, brute force was not an option, and she knew it.Javier sighed, rubbing his temple as if dealing with a stubborn child."I might be able to help," he said simply, his