Novels by mirianxina

Marcus Carter sat at his desk, surrounded by stacks of documents and photos. His fingers traced the edge of an old photograph of his sister, Theressa Evelyn Carter. This picture was taken long before she had to live in a hospital room.Years of sickness had stolen her vitality, but they had never broken her spirit. Even from her hospital bed, Theressa remained a beacon of strength. That was why her unexpected passing troubled Marcus deeply, leaving him with a sense of doubt.She had been improving—or so the doctors claimed. Then, without warning, she was gone.Marcus's jaw clenched as he flipped through the pages of his journal. For years, he had watched Robert Williams, Evelyn's husband, tighten his grip on XY Corps while his sister's health mysteriously declined. There were too many unanswered questions, too many convenient coincidences.Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Sarah walked in, carrying a folder. "I spoke to some of the hospital staff," she said, setting the folder down

Bella guided James toward the bathroom, her hand steady on his arm. Despite his weakened state, his presence remained indomitable—his heat, his scent, everything about him screamed raw masculinity. Her gaze flickered down without thinking, and her eyes widened slightly."Wow," she blurted out before she could stop herself, her cheeks burning. "You're, uh, big."James's brows shot up despite the haze clouding his mind. "Bella," he drawled, his voice rough but teasing, "If you keep looking at me like that, I might take you up on that ride idea."What? At this point, he might tell Bella to tie both his hands and his mouth until the drug effect wears off. Her head snapped up, eyes wide. "I was just....oh, shut up!" she sputtered, pushing him toward the bathtub. "Stop being so cocky."He arched a brow as he leaned back against the edge of the tub for support. A minute passed, and then five minutes went by as they engaged in a staring contest. Finally, James spoke, "Trying to sneak a peak

James leaned heavily against the door, struggling against the effects of the drug coursing through his system. His mind felt clouded, his body buzzing with a heat he didn’t want. But amid the haze, his anger was sharp, cutting through the fog. He moved to the table and got rid of the incense. Lilian’s voice penetrated through the door, sweet and coaxing.“James… please, I know you're hurting. Let me help you. I can make you feel better, I can help you cum... It’ll make it all go away. Just let me in.”Her words were like poison and despite the dizziness, his fists clenched. “You really think I’m that pathetic?” he spat, his voice low but laced with contempt. “That I’d fall for this again? You think I’m that weak?”“James, please…” Lilian's voice quivered, desperate. “You don’t understand. You need this. I can make it stop… I can make you feel good. Let me help you release. Please. Don’t push me away.”James took a slow, deliberate breath, the anger inside him boiling as he straighten

James sat silently in the back of his black SUV, his jaw clenched as he stared out the tinted window. The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and white as the car sped through the streets. He couldn't shake the anger bubbling beneath the surface. How had he let Marcus plant seeds of doubt in his mind? His father, Robert, had loved Evelyn deeply—James was certain of that.Jordan’s investigation had confirmed it. Evelyn’s death was due to cancer. Her medical records were clear. There was no foul play, no hidden conspiracy. The guilt weighed heavily on James, and now he had to face Marcus again, knowing the man had manipulated him.By the time the SUV pulled up to the restaurant, James was seething. He adjusted his hood and sunglasses, stepping out with the air of someone who meant business. The restaurant was modest but elegant, its warm, ambient lighting casting shadows on the walls. Marcus was already seated at a corner table, his face lighting up with a hopeful smile when James

There was silence for a very long time then James broke the silence, his voice firm. "Have you tried explaining things to him? Telling him your side of the story?"Robert sighed, leaning back in his chair and pressing a hand to his forehead. "I’ve tried, James. Many times. After your mother eloped with me, I reached out to Marcus. I wrote him letters, called him, even showed up at his doorstep numerous times. But he only got mad and wouldn’t listen. At this point, there’s nothing I can say to change his mind."Robert sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping as he continued. "He believes Evelyn didn’t die of natural causes. That someone—maybe even me—hastened her death."The words hung in the air like a cloud, heavy and suffocating.James’s voice dropped, cold and steady. "Why would he think that?"Robert looked away, his gaze distant. "Your mother’s decline was... sudden. Too sudden for some to accept. Marcus always suspected foul play, but he never had any proof. And now, after her pass

Mrs. Celestia turned towards her daughter with a thoughtful expression on her face, "Lilian, I’ve been thinking… Your grandfather. He must’ve known about James’s real identity."Lilian looked up sharply, confusion etched on her face, "What? How would he know? We had no idea James was connected to the Williams empire. He was nothing but a poor nobody when we met."Mrs. Celestia leaned forward, "Exactly. But think about it — your grandfather was always a shrewd man, always thinking five steps ahead. Do you really believe he would’ve allowed you to marry a broke nobody like James without a reason? He must’ve known something we didn’t."Lilian’s mind raced, trying to piece it all together. "He probably knew who James really was — Robert Williams’s son. That’s why he pushed for the marriage. It was never about love or alliances. It was about securing our family’s future through James." Mrs. Celestia paused after saying that, allowing her words to sink into Lilian's mind.Lilian shook her