Novels by Divine John

CHAPTER 9Fred Lyons glared at his son, the fury in his eyes matched only by the disappointment in his voice. “Peter, I’ve warned you time and again about your arrogance. You’ve disgraced this family for the last time!”Peter wiped the blood from his lip, his defiant glare meeting his father’s. “Dad, I didn’t do anything wrong! He’s nobody, just some loser trying to act tough. Why are you siding with him over me?”Fred’s hand struck out, the sound of the slap echoing through the lobby. “You insolent fool! Do you think this is about taking sides? You have no idea who you’ve insulted tonight!”Peter staggered, clutching his cheek, his eyes wide with shock. “But Dad—”“No buts!” Fred roared, his voice trembling with barely suppressed rage. “I’ve always told you to be humble, to respect people no matter who they are. And what have you done? You’ve acted like a spoiled brat, flaunting your wealth and power as if it makes you untouchable.”Peter straightened, his defiance still flickering.

CHAPTER 8Avery stumbled back, clutching his jaw, his face twisted with pain and fury. “You’ll pay for this, you maniac!” he spat, pointing a shaking finger at Harry. “You think you can just attack me and get away with it?”Harry stood his ground, his eyes cold and unyielding. “You got what you deserved, Avery. I warned you to stop harassing Lily.”Avery straightened up, his arrogance returning in full force. “I’ll have you thrown out of here. You don’t know who you’re messing with. I’m a regular here, and you’re just a nobody. Riley, get him out of here!”Riley Hilton, the lobby manager, stepped forward, her expression calm but stern. “Mr. Thornhill, I saw what happened. You provoked Harry, and he was defending himself and Lily.”Avery’s face contorted in disbelief. “What? Are you serious? You’re taking his side? He assaulted me!”Riley’s eyes narrowed. “I saw everything, Avery. You were the one causing trouble. And I won’t tolerate harassment of any kind in this establishment, no ma

CHAPTER 7Harry walked down the dimly lit corridor, his mind preoccupied with the events of the evening. The opulence of the Sea Pavilion felt surreal, a stark contrast to the life he had known until recently. As he rounded a corner, he heard a familiar voice.“Harry? Is that you?”He turned to see Lily standing a few steps away, her eyes wide with surprise and her smile warm. “Lily? What are you doing here?” he asked, unable to hide his delight at seeing her.“I work here,” she replied, holding up a tray. “What about you? I didn’t expect to see you in a place like this.”Harry shrugged, his smile fading a little. “Just... dinner with some people.”Lily’s brow furrowed slightly as she studied him. “Are you okay? You look... different.”Harry laughed softly. “A lot has happened. I’m managing.”“You don’t have to pretend with me, you know,” she said gently, her eyes filled with concern. “I heard about your foster mother. Is she doing okay?”“She’s stable for now,” Harry replied, his voi

Harry stepped out of the sleek black Mercedes, his posture calm yet commanding. The Sea Pavilion, with its grand facade and glittering lights, loomed before him, exuding an aura of exclusivity. As he walked through the entrance with Richard by his side, the staff's reactions were immediate and palpable. Whispers spread among the guests and employees, their eyes widening in surprise as they observed the deference with which Richard treated him.The lobby manager, a sharp-eyed woman in her forties, hurried forward. “Good evening, Mr. Winstone, Mr. Dalton,” she greeted, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and respect.“Evening,” Richard replied curtly, nodding in acknowledgment. “We’re here for the dinner in the presidential dining room.”“Of course, sir. Everything has been prepared to your specifications,” she said, casting a subtle glance at Harry, clearly trying to piece together his identity. “If you would follow me, please.”As they made their way through the opulent halls, he

Adam Morland leaned casually against the bonnet of his sleek sports car, a smug smile plastered on his face. He glanced at Harry and his bodyguards, barely able to contain his laughter. “You really think you can bring down Cloud Logistics? Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?”Harry stood a few feet away, his face unreadable. “I know exactly who I’m dealing with, Adam. And I’m not here to play games.”Amelia, standing beside Adam, let out a mocking laugh. “This is pathetic, Harry. You can barely manage your own life, let alone bankrupt a company worth over twenty million pounds.”Adam smirked, straightening up. “That’s right. You don’t have the power to touch us. You’re just a nobody pretending to be someone important.” He turned to his girlfriend, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Honestly, Amelia, I’m starting to feel bad for him. This delusion must be tough to keep up.”Harry’s eyes narrowed, but he kept his composure. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, n

The sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided to a halt in front of the Sea Pavilion, its polished surface reflecting the warm lights from the grand entrance. Harry, still weary from the emotional turmoil of the past few days, stepped out with Richard following closely behind. The weight of his new responsibilities as the Winstone heir settled heavily on his shoulders, yet he stood tall, his resolve unshaken."Mr. Winstone, everything is set for tonight," Richard began, his voice steady. "All the key affiliates of the Winstone family are here to show their respect. It's important you make a good impression."Harry nodded absently, his thoughts still lingering on Celia, who lay recovering in the hospital. "I know, Richard. I’ll do what’s necessary."As they made their way towards the entrance, Harry’s attention was abruptly drawn to a familiar voice, dripping with disdain.“Well, well, if it isn’t the infamous Harry Winstone!” Amelia's voice rang out, sharp and mocking.Harry’s steps fa