Novels by Elcarim Mimi

The tension in the air was suffocating. Pamela sat in her living room, her heart pounding as she stared at the extra security team James had stationed around their home. Emily sat beside her, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing outside.James had left early that morning, his face grim but determined. Pamela could still hear his parting words echoing in her mind.“Stay inside. Don’t go anywhere unless I call you. Trust me, Pamela. I’ll handle this.”But she couldn’t shake the feeling that things were spiraling out of control. Brandon’s desperation made him unpredictable, and the idea of him targeting her or Emily filled her with dread.As the hours dragged on, Pamela tried to distract herself, but her mind kept wandering to James. How much longer could he carry this burden? How far would Brandon go to take him down?Meanwhile, at Holt Industries, chaos reigned. Brandon paced his office, his phone pressed to his ear as he shouted into the receiver.“You said you had a plan! Where ar

James leaned back in his office chair, his gaze fixed on the glowing monitor before him. The file Victor had delivered earlier contained irrefutable evidence proof of Brandon’s direct involvement in money laundering, tax evasion, and even bribery of government officials. It was the final nail in the coffin, a comprehensive report that would destroy Brandon’s already crumbling alliances.Pamela entered the room quietly, setting a cup of coffee on his desk. “You’ve been in here all night,” she said softly.James looked up, exhaustion evident in his eyes. “It’s almost over,” he said, his voice steady. “By tomorrow, Brandon’s empire will be nothing but a memory.”Pamela sat beside him, watching as he meticulously prepared the next move. “How do you feel about it?” she asked after a pause.James hesitated, then admitted, “Relieved. But it’s not just about me anymore. It’s about protecting everything we’ve built everything we stand for.”The next day, James released the evidence strategical

Brandon Holt sat in the dimly lit confines of his office, the flicker of city lights casting long shadows across the room. The once-booming headquarters of Holt Enterprises had grown eerily silent, its staff reduced to whispers of discontent.He leaned forward in his chair, glaring at the screen of his tablet. The latest news headline burned into his vision:“Insider Trading Allegations Rock Holt Enterprises – Brandon Holt Under Fire.”Brandon’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of his desk. His phone vibrated with incoming calls—shareholders, journalists, even former allies—but he ignored them all. His empire was crumbling, and he was running out of time.“Get me Derrick Lane,” Brandon barked into his intercom.“Mr. Lane resigned this morning,” his assistant replied, her voice trembling.“What?” Brandon stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the hardwood floor. “Why wasn’t I told?”“I… I sent you the memo, sir,” she stammered.Brandon froze, realization dawning. His allies

James sat in his private office, the room dimly lit except for the soft glow of his computer screen. In front of him lay a folder Victor had delivered earlier that day. Inside was the key to Brandon’s downfall: irrefutable evidence of his involvement in fraud, bribery, and embezzlement.Victor leaned against the desk, arms crossed. “This is enough to bury him, James. But it’s not just about exposing him—it’s about how you play this. We need to dismantle his network piece by piece.”James nodded, his mind already racing with possibilities. “Brandon built his empire on alliances and fear. If we expose him strategically, his own people will turn on him.”Over the next few days, James and Victor crafted their plan. Each piece of evidence was tied to one of Brandon’s key allies—business partners, government officials, and financial backers. The goal was simple: make them realize Brandon was no longer an asset but a liability.The first blow came through an anonymous leak to a prominent fin

James leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the city skyline through the wide windows of his office. The last few weeks had been relentless—every piece of Brandon Holt’s empire was crumbling, and James had made sure of it. Yet, he knew the battle wasn’t over. Garth, Brandon’s ruthless ally, was still operating in the shadows, waiting for his moment to strike.Pamela walked into the room, holding a cup of coffee for him. She placed it on the desk and hesitated for a moment. James glanced up, his expression softening when he saw her.“Still working?” she asked quietly, her tone carrying a mix of concern and admiration.“There’s just one last thing to handle,” James replied, leaning forward. “Brandon’s done for, but Garth… he’s a different kind of problem. I have to finish this.”Pamela nodded, taking the seat across from him. “Whatever it takes, James. I trust you.”Her words struck him. It wasn’t long ago that Pamela doubted his capabilities, pressured by her family’s constant cr

James stood on the balcony of his office, his sharp gaze fixed on the city skyline. The weight of the past few weeks had been immense, but the resolve in his heart was unshakable. His plan to dismantle Brandon’s crumbling empire was in full swing, but his thoughts were elsewhere—on Pamela.In their home, Pamela sat in her study, replaying the moments of James’s recent sacrifices in her mind. Despite Helen’s constant urging to leave him, Pamela couldn’t ignore the truth. James was no longer the man she had once doubted. He had become a fortress, standing strong against every storm.The MeetingLater that evening, James and Pamela found themselves in the living room, the air between them charged with unspoken emotions.“James,” Pamela began, her voice soft but firm, “I’ve been thinking… about everything.”James turned to her, his usual calm replaced with a flicker of vulnerability. “What is it, Pamela?”“I see it now,” she said, taking a step closer. “The sacrifices you’ve made, the bat