Novels by Saint Angelo

As Elisabeth continued explaining what she had overheard and seen in the file, she suddenly stopped mid-sentence.Ethan turned his head toward her, puzzled. “What?” he asked, his gaze meeting hers.Elisabeth was smiling, her eyes fixed on him.“Hmm… nothing,” she replied with a teasing smile, then turned to stare out the window.“How much was the meal?” she asked after a brief pause, her tone neutral, though her expression was unreadable.Ethan hesitated, clearing his throat before responding. “Uh… yeah, about that. It was $5,000,” he said awkwardly, avoiding her gaze.“Okay,” Elisabeth replied, her lips curling into a sly grin. “I won’t ask how you managed to pay that, especially since you act like a poor guy,” she added, laughing softly.Ethan opened his mouth to defend himself, but his phone buzzed before he could speak. It was a call from Mr. Caldwell.“Hello, sir,” Ethan answered politely.“Hey, Ethan. I’m home now,” Mr. Caldwell said, his voice still slightly weak but much impro

“What are you thinking?” Elisabeth’s voice snapped Ethan out of his thoughts.“Why do you insist on bringing me here?” Ethan asked, his tone serious as his gaze remained fixed on Paul, seated alone a few tables away.“Just to apologize for the way I treated you yesterday,” she replied, her expression soft.Ethan’s eyes darted back to Paul, his brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?” Elisabeth asked, curiosity etched on her face.“Oh, it’s nothing. Don’t worry,” Ethan replied quickly, lowering his head as the waiter arrived with their order.The waiter placed the dishes gently on the table, and Elisabeth flashed a grin. “Mmm… you’ve got good taste.”“Haha… it was just a random pick,” Ethan said, attempting to ease the tension. His thoughts raced as he glanced toward Paul. At least he can’t see my face from where he’s sitting.“Let’s eat, then,” Elisabeth said, lifting a spoon. She leaned forward, offering it to Ethan.He hesitated, wanting to refuse, but the laughter from nearby tables made hi

Graham’s voice was light and deliberate. “The street monkeys are known as thugs and bad guys. But the truth is, they’re more pure than the politicians themselves.” He paused, his gaze sweeping over the group.“The reason the police are always after the street monkeys isn’t because they’ve done bad things. Sure, some members do bad things on their own, but when the leader finds out, those people are dealt with. They don’t take bribes or stoop to corruption. They’re just a group of people who choose a free life.”He leaned forward slightly, his voice lower but firm. “Politicians, on the other hand, try to pay them off to do their dirty work. But when the street monkeys reject their offers and expose them, that’s when the politicians turn against them.”“So what’s the point now?” June interrupted, their expression skeptical.Graham paused briefly before continuing. “If you’re suspecting they’re working for someone, it means they might’ve taken a bribe. That’s something we can use against

After waiting for more than an hour, a doctor finally approached Ethan, who was still seated, hoping to continue his conversation with Mr. Caldwell.“Sir, you can go for now. Mr. Caldwell needs to rest. He should be better by tomorrow and may even be discharged then,” the doctor said in a clear, professional tone.“Okay, thank you very much,” Ethan replied as he stood and left the hospital.Returning to the hotel, Ethan walked directly to his room, avoiding any unnecessary conversations. He only responded to greetings with a curt nod, as most people in the hotel tended to look down on him. His appearance was even worse than some of the cleaners working there, but Ethan didn’t care. He was no longer the hopeless man he once was. Knowing his true identity—that he was the son of one of the wealthiest men—gave him quiet confidence. Instead of letting insults bother him, Ethan would just smile and move on.As he approached his room, he felt someone grab his attention from behind.“Hey, did

David went to call the doctor. “The patient is awake now,” David informed him. The doctor quickly stood up and followed him to the room.As he entered, he approached Mr. Caldwell. “Good morning, sir. How are you feeling now?” he asked calmly.Reluctantly, Mr. Caldwell replied, “I’m just feeling a headache and a bit weak.”“Alright, you should just relax. They’ll get you something to eat. For now, you need more rest than ever before. Your life is what matters most now,” the doctor said.A moment later, Ethan walked into the hospital. He approached the nurse and asked, “I’m here to see Mr. Caldwell.”The nurse called to confirm if he should be allowed in. David picked up the call and said, “He can come in.”The nurse directed Ethan to the room where Mr. Caldwell was.As Ethan entered, his face shifted to one of concern. “What’s going on?” he asked curiously.David stared at Ethan with disgust. “So this is the person you think can manage your company for you?” David said with a scornful

The Next MorningSophia and Elena woke up early, the dim light of dawn casting long shadows across their modest shop. Today felt different—not just because of their bustling workload, but because they were taking a big step forward in managing their growing business. A rented truck now stood outside, ready to handle the increasing demand that had surpassed what they could manage on their bicycles.“Sophia,” Elena began, her voice breaking the silence as they loaded packages into the truck. Her tone was heartfelt, and her words came with a mix of gratitude and awe. “I just want to say… thank you for everything you’ve done for me and my family. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to repay your kindness.”Sophia paused momentarily but didn’t look up, allowing Elena to continue. “When I checked the sales account last night, I could hardly believe my eyes. We made more yesterday than we’ve earned in six months combined. That’s because of you—your dedication, your genius ideas, and your hard