Novels by MYSTIC PEN

New York – The Party Palace The golden light of crystal chandeliers reflected off the champagne flute Isabella held with trembling hands. She felt the weight of Leonard’s gaze from across the hall, sharp as a blade cutting through the party’s noise. Richard, standing beside her, leaned in to whisper mockingly: "Looks like your guard dog is losing his composure." She didn’t answer. Her eyes locked with Leonard’s, burning with silent fury. With slow, deliberate steps, he began approaching them, each movement a drumbeat heralding a storm. Richard didn’t retreat. Instead, he placed a hand on Isabella’s back in a gesture that seemed innocent to onlookers but was deliberately provocative. "Don’t you find it tedious? A man chasing you like a shadow everywhere you go?" Before she could reply, Leonard was there, his strong hand gripping Richard’s wrist and yanking him away violently. "We weren’t finished on the balcony." The room seemed to hold its breath. Isabel

New York – The Party PalaceThe golden light of crystal chandeliers reflected off the champagne flute Isabella held with trembling hands. She felt the weight of Leonard’s gaze from across the hall, sharp as a blade cutting through the party’s noise. Richard, standing beside her, leaned in to whisper mockingly: "Looks like your guard dog is losing his composure." She didn’t answer. Her eyes locked with Leonard’s, burning with silent fury. With slow, deliberate steps, he began approaching them, each movement a drumbeat heralding a storm. Richard didn’t retreat. Instead, he placed a hand on Isabella’s back in a gesture that seemed innocent to onlookers but was deliberately provocative. "Don’t you find it tedious? A man chasing you like a shadow everywhere you go?" Before she could reply, Leonard was there, his strong hand gripping Richard’s wrist and yanking him away violently. "We weren’t finished on the balcony." The room seemed to hold its breath. Isabella caught the dis

The party was still at its peak, with the mixed sounds of women’s laughter and businessmen’s chatter competing with the classical music played by the live orchestra. But amid all this noise, there was an invisible tension rising between Leonard and Richard, as if the entire venue had turned into a battlefield between them, even if the war was waged only through their eyes and unspoken words.Isabella felt this tension in every fiber of her being. She couldn’t ignore how Leonard seemed on edge every time Richard got close to her. It wasn’t just excessive concern or a protective instinct, it was something deeper, like barely restrained anger, jealousy lurking beneath a mask of forced composure.Leonard grasped her wrist gently but firmly enough for her to sense his seriousness. “Come with me.”She looked at him for a moment, then at Richard, who simply watched them with an amused smirk. Deciding to follow Leonard, even if she didn’t fully understand what was happening, she allowed h

Leonard stood beside Isabella, exuding an aura of dominance and protection, while the party was at its peak. The lights of the grand chandeliers reflected off crystal glasses, and classical music flowed smoothly through the hall. Isabella tried to remain composed, but she couldn’t ignore the scrutinizing gazes of the women present, as if they were evaluating her, or perhaps trying to decipher her relationship with the man standing beside her. The atmosphere was thick with alcohol, hidden desires masked by forced smiles, and secrets whispered behind closed doors. As she tried to make sense of everything around her, a woman confidently made her way through the crowd. She wore an elegant red dress, tight enough to accentuate her alluring curves, and her long brown hair was styled meticulously, revealing a slender neck adorned with a diamond necklace. But the one thing Isabella couldn’t ignore was her eyes, icy blue, filled with authority, as if she was accustomed to getting

Leonard stood before the mirror in his luxurious suite, adjusting the collar of his black shirt beneath his elegant tuxedo. Tonight’s party was one of the most significant events in the world of the elite, where businessmen, politicians, and celebrities gathered in an atmosphere drenched in luxury, alcohol, and intrigue.But he wasn’t thinking about the party as much as he was thinking about Isabella.Ever since he had told her she would accompany him, he had been anticipating the moment he would see her in her dress. And when the door to the room finally opened, he felt as if his breath had caught in his throat.Isabella stood there, as if she had stepped out of a painting crafted by an artist obsessed with beauty.The long black dress clung to her figure delicately, accentuating her curves without being vulgar. Her bare shoulders added to her allure, while her dark locks cascaded freely down her back. But it was her eyes that captivated him the most, shining under the soft lights

Leonard’s words still echoed in Isabella’s ears, his voice dripping with confidence as if he had already claimed her, as if she was just another possession in his luxurious collection.“Don’t pretend you have a choice, Isabella.”She stood there, her honey colored eyes burning with anger, while he looked at her with that same arrogant smirk that never failed to provoke her.She wanted to scream, to prove him wrong, but deep down, she knew one thing, her life had ceased to be her own the moment she stepped into this mansion.Turning abruptly, she stormed up the stairs, ignoring his voice calling after her. She entered the room he had given her and slammed the door shut, leaning against it as she tried to steady her breathing.“I can’t stay here…” she murmured, her heart pounding in her chest.Her mind worked fast. She didn’t have many options, but surrender was not one of them. She had to find a way out… and soon.About an hour later, when the mansion had finally settled into silence,