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 f

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

Valeria’s breath hitched. Her hand tightened around Javier’s arm instinctively. “Replace me?”The cousin didn’t blink. “You heard me, dear cousin. The council is growing impatient. Marcellus and Hudson failed, yes—but they were never the true plan. They were merely a distraction. The real play comes now. You see, Solano isn’t meant to be ruled by a woman. Especially not one who dares marry an Everhart.”Javier’s gaze sharpened like a blade being unsheathed. “You came to take her throne.”“To restore order,” the man corrected smugly. “The bloodline should be preserved properly. You… marrying her? That’s tainting our legacy with forbidden power. With alchemy. The elders will never allow it.”“You speak as though I need their approval,” Valeria said, voice laced with fury.“No, cousin,” he replied smoothly. “You speak as though they still see you as President. But they’ve already signed the decree. Your time is over.”Javier moved—not fast, not loud. But with a calm, deliberate step that

The sky cracked like shattered glass.A brilliant arc of dark lightning burst through the clouds, slamming into the center of the Everhart estate, sending a shockwave through the enchanted grounds. Screams rang out. Shields rippled. Magic defenses activated as spells flickered over the wedding guests, shielding them from the shock.Javier didn’t move.Valeria clung to his arm as dust and energy surged around them. Her voice barely broke through the roar. “What is that?”Javier’s eyes remained fixed on Aziel. “Void magic. Forbidden. Twisted by death.”Aziel hovered above the ground now, his cloak billowing as if caught in a storm that no one else could feel. His eyes glowed with an unholy mixture of shadow and flame.“Do you see it now?” Aziel roared. “Your ancestors tried to bury me. But they never erased me. Your blood remembers me, Javier.”Javier took a single step forward. The earth beneath his feet responded—sigils spiraling outward in glowing golden ink, ancient and precise.“I

“Why are they watching us like that?” Valeria asked quietly, her eyes scanning the high walls of the Everhart estate where guards, dignitaries, and high-born guests milled about. Some whispered behind their fans. Others simply stared — not with admiration, but uncertainty. Fear.“They’re not watching us,” Javier replied calmly as he adjusted the cuff of his obsidian-black suit. “They’re watching me.”Valeria turned to face him. “Because they’re afraid of you?”Javier didn’t smile. “They should be.”The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the grand garden of the Everhart estate. The final preparations for the wedding were in motion — silk drapes fluttering in the breeze, golden lanterns floating mid-air with alchemical ease, and servants running back and forth carrying rare wines and spell-imbued roses that bloomed upon touch.It was to be the wedding of the century. The uniting of two great legacies: Valeria Solano — the reigning president of the most powerful economic

“Take them in.”Elias Vega’s voice rang with authority. Cold. Precise. Final.The agents raised their rifles. Red laser dots danced across Javier’s chest.But Javier didn’t flinch.He didn’t move, didn’t blink. His eyes — calm as ever — locked onto Elias like a storm waiting in stillness.Valeria instinctively stepped toward him. “He’s not your enemy. Cassian is. You’re making a mistake—”“I don’t make mistakes, Ms. Solano,” Elias cut her off. “You may be the President of Solano, but this man—” he nodded at Javier, “—isn’t just some ex-operative. He’s something else. Something that doesn’t belong in this world.”A smirk tugged at the corner of Javier’s lips. “You're right. I don’t belong in your world.”Elias narrowed his eyes. “What did you say?”But Javier wasn’t talking to him anymore. He raised a hand, slowly, and brushed his thumb against the ring on his middle finger — a simple black band with an old crest carved into its surface. One word in ancient Latin glimmered briefly unde

“Do you see now, Javier?” Cassian’s voice echoed again, robotic through hidden speakers. “You were never free. Every step you took was mine to control. And now… so is he.”Javier stood frozen. His pulse thundered in his ears. Valeria was silent beside him, her face pale in the flickering red light. The child’s image haunted the darkness like a ghost—his features undeniably familiar. Sharp jawline. Cold eyes. And that look—detached, calculated.Javier’s look.“No,” Javier muttered, fists clenching at his sides. “This… this isn’t possible.”Darien’s voice crackled again over comms, broken by interference. “He’s telling the truth, Javier. I didn’t want to believe it either… but the data matches. Cassian spliced your DNA with an enhanced synthetic embryo he’s been working on for years. He accelerated the aging process. That child’s not older than ten, but mentally, he’s twenty-five.”“Why?” Valeria demanded, her voice sharp. “Why go to such extremes?”“To replace me,” Javier said darkly.

Javier’s heart dropped.“Who?” he asked sharply, voice laced with tension.Darien didn’t answer immediately. His jaw clenched, his gaze flicked toward the horizon, where the sky was rapidly darkening into night. Only the low hum of the jet engines filled the silence, as if the world had stopped breathing—waiting.“Darien,” Javier barked.Finally, Darien turned back. “Your sister. Camila.”Valeria’s eyes widened. “What? She’s been in hiding since the Montreal incident. No one’s known her location for over a year.”Darien gave a hollow laugh. “You really think Cassian didn’t know? He let her stay hidden long enough for Javier to feel safe again. That’s how he works—he waits, then strikes when you’ve let your guard down.”Javier’s hands curled into fists. “How long has she been missing?”“Two days,” Darien said quietly. “He’s holding her in Zurich. Using her as leverage.”Valeria took a step forward. “Then this changes everything. We’re not just going in to stop Cassian. We’re going to b