Novels by Kester

Hana rose from her seat the moment Hans stood and reached for his jacket.“Hans, where are you going?” she asked, her voice trembling as she looked at the young man in worry.“To the place where I can find that bastard!”Hans’s right hand clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His jaw locked. His eyes burned with rage.He couldn’t wait any longer. Barron Cross had crossed the line—laying a hand on Angelina was the same as begging him to come and finish him.“Hans, you mustn’t act recklessly!” Hana cried, stepping closer.She knew all too well how dangerous the enemy they were facing was.“That man… the one we’re dealing with isn’t a good person. He’s a wicked creature beyond the devil. If you go without a plan, you might not come back.”Hans paused for a moment, turning toward the older woman. His gaze was sharp, yet filled with fear.“Hana, don’t stop me anymore. Angelina’s life is more precious than anything.”His voice cracked. There were wounds, anxieties that had been pil

For the entire day, not a single bite of food entered his stomach. The hunger seemed to vanish, replaced by a tension that tightened his chest and a panic that strangled his thoughts.Several times the servants came to offer dinner, but Hans only shook his head without looking at them. His appetite had disappeared, just like his peace of mind.How could he be calm when Angelina’s whereabouts were still unknown?For the past hour, he had only sat in front of his laptop, opening dozens of news tabs and internal reports, hoping that even a single new piece of information would appear. But the screen remained empty of answers.“Good evening, Young Master Hans.”The voice appeared suddenly, making Hans turn his chair toward the door.“Paul? What are you doing here?” he asked flatly, his gaze sharp and cold.“Young Master—”Before the sentence could be finished, Hans cut him off immediately. “If you’re not bringing information about Angelina, you’d better get out of my house.”His tone was

Axton stormed out of his office, his steps hurried and tense. His face was tight, his eyes sweeping through the corridor as if searching for something—or someone—precious. His breath came fast.“Have you seen my grandmother pass through here?” he demanded sharply at two staff members carrying stacks of documents.They exchanged a quick glance before one of them bowed slightly and answered nervously, “I’m sorry, Mr. Axton, we haven’t seen your grandmother.”Axton exhaled sharply through his nose, his jaw tightening. “Then find her! Make sure every floor is checked!” he barked, his voice echoing down the hall. The employees straightened immediately, knowing that when their boss spoke in that tone, something serious was happening.Without wasting another second, Axton strode toward the security post. “You,” he said, pointing at one of the guards. “Use the CCTV. Find Grandma Hana. I want every corner of this building checked.”“Yes, sir!” the guard replied quickly.Axton stood before the

Hans could no longer wait. His body was still weak—he had been put on an IV again, but it lasted only a few minutes before he tore it out completely. The pain in his heart was far worse than the wounds on his body. With a determined expression, Hans rose from the hospital bed, ignoring the doctor’s voice calling after him.“Master Hans! Your wounds haven’t healed yet, please get back to bed!” the doctor cried out in panic.But Hans only glanced at him briefly. “I don’t have time for that. I have to find Angelina.”His five personal bodyguards, who had been waiting outside, immediately approached the moment they saw Hans leaving the room. “We’re going to Almero’s office,” Hans ordered swiftly. “Search every room there. I’m sure there’s something that can lead us to a clue.”Without wasting another second, they sped toward the Almero building. The road felt endlessly long for Hans, while his thoughts kept racing through the worst possibilities. Every passing second without any news from

That morning, the atmosphere in the Almero family dining room appeared warm, yet beneath that warmth lingered a subtle air of rivalry. Everyone had gathered, enjoying breakfast together. Moreen busied herself moving back and forth, serving food and pouring warm unsweetened tea into Hana’s cup. Her smile was sweet, but her gaze was full of calculation.“Please, Grandma,” Moreen said softly, offering a neatly arranged plate of bread and fruit.Hana gave a faint smile—neither refusing nor showing enthusiasm. She merely looked at her granddaughter-in-law with an unreadable expression.Across the table, Evelyn watched the scene with sharp eyes. She raised her brow, holding back the urge to comment on Moreen’s behavior, which she found revolting. That woman thinks Grandma will like her? Of course not! Evelyn sneered inwardly. I’ll be the one to expose your true colors, Moreen.Meanwhile, Axton remained silent, eating the breakfast prepared by his wife without saying much. He appeared calm,

Hans sat on the edge of the hospital bed, staring blankly at the door. The clock’s hands pointed to ten at night, yet there was still no sign of Angelina. Every passing second felt slow and suffocating. He had tried to calm himself, but the longer he waited, the more restless he became.With trembling hands, Hans grabbed his phone and pressed Paul’s contact. A moment later, the man’s deep voice came through the receiver.“Hello, good evening, Young Master Hans. Paul speaking,” he said casually.“Paul, deploy all your men to search for Angelina’s whereabouts!” Hans ordered, his tone firm yet quivering with panic.Paul paused for a second, then chuckled lightly. “Looking for Miss Angelina? Where did she go, Young Master? Did you two have a fight?” he teased, thinking it was just a trivial matter.“Paul! I’m serious! Angelina’s been missing since this afternoon. Her phone’s off, and she’s not in her apartment!” Hans’s voice rose sharply, loud enough for a few nurses outside the room to g

The director’s office felt eerily calm, yet beneath that stillness lingered an invisible tension. Behind a large desk with an elegant design, Vicktor Caldwell sat with an aura of complete control. Meanwhile, Amora stood beside him, her eyes fixed on the desk in front of them.Vicktor lifted his phone and dialed his secretary’s number.“Please bring the scheduled documents to my office immediately,” he said shortly, his tone firm and without preamble.“Yes, Mr. Vicktor.”The call ended.Beside him, Amora could no longer hide her restlessness. Her fingers intertwined, occasionally tapping softly against the surface of the desk. Her gaze was filled with both hope and ambition.“Impatient?” Vicktor asked, glancing at her briefly with a faint smile.Amora lifted her chin slightly. “Of course. I’ve been waiting for this moment for far too long.”Before Vicktor could respond, a knock sounded at the door.“Come in.”The door opened slowly. A woman in formal attire stepped inside with confiden

That morning came as a shock to Amora.Her eyes opened slowly, but within seconds, her body stiffened. She jolted, her heart pounding rapidly as her awareness returned in full. Something was wrong. Very wrong.Her breath caught in her throat.Beside her, a man was sleeping soundly.Vicktor.His body was still wrapped in a thick blanket, his face calm, as if last night had been nothing more than an ordinary night that meant nothing at all. A stark contrast to Amora, who was now overwhelmed by confusion and panic.“What happened last night?” she whispered softly, her voice trembling.Her hand moved reflexively, pulling the blanket—and that was when her eyes widened. She stared at her own body, bare of any clothing.“Damn…!” she hissed under her breath.A cold chill ran down her spine. Fragments of last night returned in blurred pieces—drinks, dizziness, her body going weak… then darkness.“Did he enjoy my body last night?” she muttered, this time with a tone full of anger and vengeance.

The romantic dinner was supposed to end on a sweet note, yet the night drifted on without anyone realizing. The dim lights, the clinking of glasses, and the soft melody of the music created an atmosphere that felt warm—too warm, to the point that Amora began to lose control.The girl let out a soft laugh, her cheeks flushed. The glass of wine in her hand lifted again without hesitation.“Amora, that’s enough,” Vicktor’s voice came out firmer than before.But Amora only shook her head lightly, her eyes beginning to droop. “One more… just one more, Vick,” she murmured softly.Vicktor let out a long sigh. He knew Amora had gone too far. Without waiting any longer, he took the glass from her hand.“No. We’re going home now.”Amora didn’t resist. Her body was already too weak to even protest. Her head drooped slowly, nearly touching the table.Vicktor immediately stood up, settling the bill quickly. After that, he wrapped an arm around Amora and carefully guided her out of the restaurant.

The room suddenly felt cramped, as if the air itself was holding its breath along with them. Only Vicktor and Amora remained, standing there with emotions that had yet to recover from the shock of Lucy suddenly collapsing.Amora lowered her head, her fingers tightly clasped together, as if she were truly overwhelmed with guilt.“Forgive me, Vick. I got carried away by my emotions,” she said softly, her voice deliberately made as fragile as possible.Behind her sorrowful expression, a faint sense of satisfaction was carefully hidden—something she would never allow him to see. Everything had to look perfect. She had to remain the gentle woman in Vicktor’s eyes.Vicktor stepped closer, lifting his hand to gently stroke Amora’s head.“It’s alright, sweetheart. This isn’t your fault,” he said calmly, full of certainty.Amora slowly raised her face, her eyes glistening.“But Lucy fainted…” she continued, her voice trembling.“Maybe Lucy has been under a lot of pressure,” Vicktor replied, tr

It turned out that Vicktor brought Amora to a place she had never once imagined before.The police station.The car they were in came to a stop right in front of the building. The lights had begun to turn on, signaling that the evening was slowly slipping into night. The atmosphere felt cold, making Amora stare out the window with mixed emotions.Before getting out, Vicktor turned off the engine.Amora turned to him, her brows furrowing. “Vick, why are we at the police station?” she asked in confusion. “Didn’t you say you wanted to give me a surprise?”Vicktor did not answer immediately. He turned his head slowly, looking at Amora with a serious expression he rarely showed.“The police want to take your statement, El. To investigate the kidnapping case,” he explained calmly. “Are you willing?”Amora fell silent for a moment.The kidnapping case.Those words instantly pulled her memories back to the horrifying incident that had nearly taken her life. Her heart began to beat a little fa

After a long moment of silence, Amora sat on the edge of the bed. Her hand slowly reached into her bag, pulling out her phone. Her fingers trembled slightly as she searched for the one contact she needed the most right now—her mother. Without hesitation, she immediately pressed the call button.Once… twice… and then again, over and over.But the answer remained the same. That cold operator’s voice echoed once more, informing her that the number she was trying to reach was not active.Amora slowly lowered her phone, her gaze empty.“What is really going on? Why would Mommy suddenly leave?” she whispered softly, almost inaudible.Her mind felt completely stuck. Not a single possibility made sense. Her mother was not the type of person who would disappear without a word. Since she was a child, that woman had always been there. Always the place she returned to. Always the one she leaned on when the world felt too heavy for Amora.But now…Gone just like that.As if hiding. As if avoiding