Novels by D.N odunukwe

The morning air was thick with silence. It wasn’t the peaceful kind that came with dawn it was the kind that warned of an approaching storm. Liam stood at the balcony of his study, overlooking the sprawling grounds of the Carlyle estate. In his hand was Marcus’s journal, the pages now worn from sleepless nights spent poring over secrets that could ruin everything.The old ledger they’d uncovered was now locked in a hidden compartment beneath the floorboards of his study. But even as he tried to move forward, Liam couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was already ten steps ahead.Behind him, the door creaked open.Lily stepped in, barefoot, her silk robe brushing the hardwood floor. “You haven’t slept,” she said softly, walking to his side.He didn’t look at her at first, but when he did, there was something in his eyes something she hadn’t seen in a long time. Vulnerability.“I thought finding the truth would bring peace,” Liam said. “But it’s like opening one door only reveals five

The old Carlyle family graveyard sat in the farthest corner of the estate forgotten by time, swallowed by ivy, and seldom visited. The air was colder there, as though the earth itself held its breath beneath ancient stones and buried secrets.Liam stood at the edge of a crumbling headstone, a lantern in one hand and Marcus’s decoded journal page in the other. The words still echoed in his mind: The truth lies buried beneath our oldest grave.Beside him, Damien scanned the names etched into the moss-covered stones. “This one,” he said finally, pointing to a weathered grave that read: Edward Carlyle – 1792 to 1853. “He’s the first of the line. The one who started the empire.”Liam dropped to one knee, brushing away dirt and vines. “If Marcus left us this clue, it has to be here.”They worked in silence, digging with tools Damien had brought. Minutes stretched into an hour. Then thud. Damien’s spade struck something solid.Liam knelt down, clearing the soil. A rusted metal box, sealed sh

The fallout from Zoe’s exposure echoed far beyond the Carlyle estate. News outlets retracted stories, public opinion shifted, and Carlyle Enterprises’ stock which had dipped following Zoe’s fake exposé began to recover. But within the estate walls, not all wounds healed as swiftly as headlines faded.Lily sat alone in the rose garden, the scent of blooming petals swirling with the memory of secrets unearthed. The sun filtered through the vines overhead, casting lace-like shadows on her lap. Her fingers traced a flower’s soft edge, but her mind was far from serene.Elias approached quietly, not wanting to startle her. She sensed him before he spoke.“You didn’t come to breakfast,” he said gently.Lily looked up, offering a small, tired smile. “I wasn’t hungry.”He sat beside her, careful to give her space. “You’ve been quiet since the press conference.”“I just needed to breathe,” she murmured. “It’s been too much. Too fast.”Elias nodded, his voice low. “I owe you an apology.”“For wh

Rain lashed against the windows of the Carlyle estate as the family gathered once again in the grand study. Tension clung to the air like a second skin. The fire crackled in the hearth, but no one felt its warmth.Elias stood near the shelves, staring blankly at the swirling storm outside. Inside him, a different storm raged of betrayal, identity, and the weight of every decision he was about to make.“So what now?” he asked without turning. “Do we expose her?”Liam folded his arms, his posture rigid. “Not yet. If Zoe’s planning to go public with your name as the heir, then we let her. We let her think she’s won.”“But won’t that mean you lose everything?” Elias turned, eyes searching Liam’s. “The company, the shares your position as CEO?”Liam gave a half-smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I built this empire with my blood, not my last name. And I don’t intend to lose it. Zoe underestimates how deep this family goes.”Damien nodded in agreement. “If she wants to play dirty, we give h

The wind howled through the corridors of the Carlyle estate like a restless spirit, echoing the storm brewing within its walls. The chandelier in the main hall swayed gently as Liam paced across the study, his phone clutched tightly in his hand.“Is she safe?” he asked Damien, who stood just a few steps away.“We’re not sure yet,” Damien replied. “Declan and two men from my security team are en route to the facility now. We need to move fast before Zoe catches wind.”Liam’s jaw clenched. He didn’t like feeling powerless—especially not when it came to Emily, a woman whose betrayal had once fractured him, but whose safety still stirred something in the locked chambers of his heart.“She was trying to protect something,” Liam muttered, almost to himself. “Maybe even me.”Damien gave a subtle nod. “And she may have just become our strongest piece in this game.”Meanwhile, in the secured facility Zoe had chosen for secrecy, Emily struggled against the ropes digging into her wrists. Her bod

The private jet coasted across the Atlantic, leaving the stormy skies of London behind. Liam sat by the window, his eyes unfocused as the clouds drifted below. Across from him, Elias sat in silence, earbuds in, pretending to be engrossed in the music on his phone. But Liam could feel the tension thick and undeniable settling between them like an invisible wall.It was one thing to discover a long-lost half-brother. It was another entirely to trust him.Liam had grown up in a world where loyalty was transactional and trust, a weapon that could turn into a blade. Elias, on the other hand, had lived a life stripped of luxury but anchored in truth or so he thought. Now both stood at a crossroads, each unsure whether they were about to gain an ally or invite in another enemy.“You ever been to New York before?” Liam finally asked.Elias glanced up, removed one earbud, and shook his head. “No. Just seen it in movies. Looks… loud.”A dry chuckle escaped Liam. “That’s one word for it.”There