Novels by Anthony

It had been three days since Cassian Blackthorne was officially dethroned.Three days since Liam had watched Nova walk out of that villa, head high, spine steel, heart untamed.But peace, Liam knew, was never permanent.Especially not when you were holding an empire that used to belong to a monster.And monsters didn’t die quietly.They whispered from the ashes.The Blackthorne estate in Croatia was quiet, too quiet.Liam stood on the balcony outside the study, his shirt half-buttoned, scotch in hand, eyes trained on the horizon like a soldier waiting for the next attack.Below, Nova walked the garden with Cassia in her arms, the toddler giggling as she reached for fireflies.It was one of those moments that shouldn’t be possible after everything they’d endured.But then the phone in his pocket buzzed.A single message from Leila.“We have a breach. Someone leaked the safehouse locations. Internal.”Liam’s heart froze mid-beat.Not because he was surprised.But because betrayal was al

The private jet cut through the clouds like a secret no one was supposed to hear.Nova sat by the window, eyes unmoving, her thoughts far away from the Italian sky. Her fingers clutched a worn piece of paper, Hayes' message, hastily scribbled and scanned.“Cassian has involved Irena Volkov. He’s using your daughter as leverage.”She had read it ten times since takeoff, but the words still felt foreign. Cassian. Her father. Willing to use Cassia as a pawn.Beside her, Liam sat in stillness, his jaw set, his silence dangerous.He hadn’t spoken much since they left their villa in Venice, not after Nova showed him the message.When she finally turned to him, his hands were clasped together on his lap, but his knuckles were white.“He crossed the line,” Liam said without looking at her.Nova swallowed. “He erased the line.”“We should’ve killed him when we had the chance.”“We would’ve become him.”“Then maybe that’s what it takes.”She reached over and touched his hand.“No,” she said sof

The sea outside Dubrovnik was silent. A turquoise hush that stretched for miles.Cassian Blackthorne stood on the balcony of his marble villa, fingers wrapped around a glass of aged bourbon, his eyes fixed on the water.Not because it calmed him.But because it reminded him of Nova’s eyes.Storm and depth. Memory and consequence.He hated that.He hated her.Not because she defied him.But because she survived him.And because every time she showed her face on the news, every time she spoke in interviews or walked beside Liam Cavendish like she owned the empire she was born to burn, Cassian felt a crack inside the throne he had spent decades building.Now, that crack was a chasm.The world had turned.And he was no longer the king.He was the villain in exile.Hayes approached from behind, stiff in his tailored blazer.“We intercepted another press interview,” he said, tossing a folder on the table beside Cassian. “She’s calling us out indirectly again. Using words like corruption, fa

The world began to stir.Not because of the rising sun or the hum of city traffic, but because of a single scheduled post.At exactly 8:00 AM, every major news outlet, financial blog, and independent whistleblower platform received the same encrypted file.Subject line: “The Blackthorne-Leclerc Empire: Truth Unsealed.”Sender: E.V.Within moments, the media exploded.Nova sat beside Liam in their private media room, watching live broadcasts roll across the screen.“we’re seeing hundreds of leaked documents implicating billionaire Cassian Blackthorne and former industrialist Hugo Leclerc in a network of corruption, off-shore laundering, and political manipulation”“Elira Vaughn, the heiress-turned-investigator, has come forward with a full report…”“multiple arrests already underway in Geneva and Abu Dhabi”Liam muted the volume.Cassia giggled from her playpen, oblivious to the storm her parents had helped unleash.Nova didn’t blink.“We just set fire to a kingdom,” she whispered.Lia

Liam didn’t speak right away.He simply wrapped his arms tighter around Nova and waited.The words she had just spoken, She’s alive, hung heavy in the air between them, like ash from a slow-burning fire.They sat together in the quiet of the penthouse living room, the soft hum of the city bleeding through the glass walls. Cassia slept upstairs, oblivious to the shift in her mother’s world.Finally, Nova pulled back.“She was locked away, Liam. For years.”“Where?”“Vaughn Institute. Elira's own facility. She claims she helped her disappear... again.”Liam’s brows furrowed. “Disappeared from what? Who was chasing her?”Nova let out a breath. “My father. And possibly yours.”The weight of that landed hard.Liam stood and ran a hand through his hair, pacing.“Cassian didn’t mention her in the video.”“No. But he knew. I felt it, Liam. The way he looked at me when I asked. The guilt. He knew she wasn’t dead. He just chose not to say it.”Liam stopped pacing. “So what now? Do you believe E

The video haunted Liam all night.He didn’t sleep. He couldn’t.Nova curled beside him, peaceful in the afterglow of a war they thought they’d survived. But Liam knew better now. That video changed everything.It wasn’t just about what Cassian had done.It was about what he let happen.The man Liam had called brother. Mentor. Father figure.And the man who stood still while a woman screamed for her life.At dawn, Liam slipped from bed and walked barefoot to the kitchen.Coffee brewed in silence.His thoughts screamed louder than boiling water.Cassian had made no mention of the video in the boardroom. No explanation. Just silence. A loaded file dropped into Liam’s inbox like a grenade.Was it a confession?A warning?Or a dare?He didn’t know.But one thing was clear: the past wasn’t buried.It was alive. And it was coming for them all.Later that morning, Nova sat across from him at the breakfast bar.Cassia played on a blanket between them, babbling nonsense, chewing on a wooden gir