Novels by Andy William

EVERLY'S POVI had never felt this dangerous in a dress.It was pitch black. It fit me like a second skin, showing off every curve I’d spent three years hiding under kitchen aprons and oversized sweaters. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror of the Chandler Estate. My hair was swept up in a tight, high bun, and my neck was bare. No necklaces, no distractions. Just the ruby ring on my finger. That was the only statement I needed to make tonight."The car is waiting," Steve’s voice came from the doorway.I turned. He was wearing a tuxedo that probably cost more than a suburban house. Steve didn't tell me I looked beautiful. He wasn't the type for cheap compliments. He just looked me up and down with dark, heavy eyes and gave a single, sharp nod."Don't shake on stage," he said quietly. "I don’t like partners who hesitate.""I’m not shaking because I’m scared, Steve," I said, walking past him. "I’m shaking because I can’t wait to see Spencer’s face."The Apex Gala was held at the

EVERLY'S POVSpencer looked like total trash from up here.I stood on the balcony, my fingers white from gripping the cold stone railing. Below me, that orange Lamborghini he used to show off to everyone looked like a cheap plastic toy parked in the wrong driveway. It didn't smell like success anymore; it smelled like burnt rubber from him slamming the brakes on my marble tiles."He’s got balls, I’ll give him that," Steve’s voice came from behind.I didn't turn around. I could feel him standing right next to me, the heat from his body soaking through the thin fabric of my dress. Steve didn't waste time with poetic descriptions; he just stood there, watching the gate like he was waiting for a late delivery, not my frantic ex-husband."He’s down there screaming about his 'legal rights,'" Steve snorted. He sounded genuinely amused. "You want me to have the guards break his nose now, or do you want to watch him crawl for a bit?""Open the gate," I said flatly. "I want him to see exactly w

SPENCER'S POVThe morning started with a silence that tasted like copper.I sat in my penthouse, staring at the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Chicago loop. Usually, this view felt like a conquest—a grid of glass and steel that I had mastered. But today, the city looked cold. Indifferent. I reached for my phone to call Sarah, my secretary, to demand why the morning briefings hadn’t been sent to my private email. The line didn't even ring. Account Suspended.I threw the phone against the leather sofa. "Technical glitch," I muttered to the empty room, my voice sounding hollow even to my own ears. "Just a goddamn glitch."I dressed in my most expensive charcoal-gray suit, the one I saved for closing billion-dollar deals. I needed to feel the weight of the fabric, the sharp lines of the shoulders. I needed to remind myself who I was: Spencer Knox, the man who turned a small-time real estate firm into a predatory empire. I grabbed my keys and headed to the office, ignoring the wa

EVERLY's POVSteve’s car smelled like the kind of money Spencer had spent his whole life pretending to have. Heavy, expensive, and suffocating. I leaned my head against the leather, watching the Chicago skyline blur into a messy smear of neon. Behind us, the Sterling Estate was shrinking, along with whatever was left of Spencer’s dignity."You’re quiet," Steve said.He didn't look at me. He kept one hand on the wheel, looking as bored as if he’d just finished a routine meeting instead of a declaration of war. That was the difference between him and my ex-husband. Spencer needed to scream to feel powerful. Steve just needed to exist."I’m waiting for him to snap," I replied. "Spencer is a cockroach. He’ll find a way to crawl back into the walls. He won't give up that merger without trying to take someone down with him.""Let him try." Steve pulled the car over at a dark overlook facing the lake. He killed the engine, and the silence that rushed in was thick enough to taste. "In fact, I

SPENCER’S POVThe rusted key sat in the middle of my sea bass like a jagged piece of shrapnel. I stared at it, the iron-scent of the metal mixing with the expensive aroma of the dining room until I felt like I was going to choke."Everly?" My voice sounded like it belonged to a stranger. It was thin, reedy, stripped of the bravado I had spent the last decade building."You’re trespassing, Everly," Hailey shrieked, her face contorting into a mask of pure venom. She looked at her father, her chest heaving. "Dad, tell her! Tell the guards to throw this... this gold-digger out!"But her father, Thomas Sterling, didn't move. He wasn't looking at me. He wasn't even looking at Everly. He was looking at Steve, his eldest son—the man who had walked away from the Sterling name and built a shadow empire that now eclipsed his own."Steve," Thomas said, his voice raspy. "You brought her here? You brought a Knox into this house?""She’s not a Knox, Father," Steve said, his tone bored, as if he were

EVERLY’S POVThe fitting was scheduled for 6:00 AM.I didn't expect Steve Sterling to be there. I expected a team of silent, efficient tailors. But when I stepped into the dressing suite of the Chandler Estate, Steve was already there, leaning against a mahogany wardrobe with a cup of black coffee in his hand. He looked like he hadn't slept, yet he radiated a terrifyingly calm energy."You’re three minutes late," he said, his gray eyes tracking me from the doorway to the center of the room."I’m the one paying for the dress, Steve. I can be as late as I want," I replied, shedding my silk robe to reveal the simple slip underneath.I expected him to look away. He didn't. He watched with the clinical detachment of a man inspecting a weapon."You’re not paying for this one," he said, nodding toward the mannequin in the center of the room.The dress was a masterpiece of architectural malice. It was black—so deep it seemed to swallow the light—with a structured bodice that looked like armor

ISLA'S POV"Stay here, Isla. My guards will handle this."Caleb’s voice was calm, but his eyes were fixed on the security monitors in his study. He looked like a general preparing for a slaughter. On the screen, a fleet of black SUVs had pulled up to the massive iron gates.And there, standing in front of the lead car, was the man who had ripped my soul out only hours ago.Noah.He looked exactly like the man I’d loved for ten years—expensive suit, perfectly styled hair, and that arrogant tilt of his chin. But seeing him now, through the lens of Caleb’s security cameras, he looked... small. Like a child throwing a tantrum at the gates of a fortress."I can't just hide, Caleb," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. "He’s calling for me. If I don't go down there, he’ll think I’m still the girl who’s afraid of his shadow. He’ll think he still owns me."Caleb turned to me, his gaze softening for a fraction of a second before hardening into ice. "You don't owe him a single breath, Isla. Bu

Noah’s POVThe silence in the Alpha’s suite was louder than the screams I’d left behind in the pack square.I sat at my mahogany desk, a glass of neat bourbon trembling slightly in my hand. On the surface, I had everything. I had the Green Diamond Pack under my thumb. I had the fame, the supermodel contracts, and the women who would crawl over glass just for a glance from me.But the bank accounts were frozen. The Montgomery Trust—the only reason I had tolerated that girl for years—was locked tight."Damn it!" I roared, slamming the glass onto the desk. The amber liquid splashed over a photograph of Isla. Her face looked back at me, wide-eyed and submissive. The way she always looked."Alpha Noah?"Elder Ken stood at the doorway, his face the color of sour milk."What now? If you’re here to tell me the lawyers failed again, I’ll have your tongue," I hissed, leaning back and lighting a cigarette."It’s not the lawyers, Alpha. It’s the border patrol," Ken stammered, clutching a tablet.

ISLA'S POVThe silk of the nightgown felt like a mockery against my skin. It was too soft, too expensive, and far too kind for a body that had been ridiculed and discarded only hours before. I stood behind the double oak doors of the grand dining hall, my breath coming in jagged hitches.Inside that room, I could hear the clinking of crystal and the low, rumbling hum of powerful men. The Ravencurse Pack. They weren't just werewolves; they were the elite. And I was a girl who had been kicked out into the mud in a piece of torn fabric."You’re shaking, Isla."Caleb’s voice was right at my ear. I hadn't even heard him move. He stood behind me, his presence a towering wall of heat that seemed to shield me from the cold draft of the hallway."I don't belong here, Alpha," I whispered, my eyes fixed on my shaking hands. "Your people... they expect a Luna who looks like a goddess. I’m just... I’m the girl Noah laughed at. I’m the 'pig' the Green Diamond pack jeered at."Caleb stepped around t

Isla’s POVI’ve been walking for 30 minutes. Our pack is located at the foot of the hill, and climbing up is exhausting.My destination now is the river inside the forest area of the pack.I have nowhere else to go—I need to end everything that has happened.My tears have dried up from how painful and chaotic everything has become.I still remember clearly when Noah came to me when I was sixteen—exactly one week before my parents died.Noah said that the Elder of his pack had a vision that I was his fated mate.My parents were, of course, overjoyed because Noah was a very famous and powerful man.My parents were renowned entrepreneurs who had close ties with the city elites, so many men tried to become my mate. Some were even willing to defy the Moon Goddess just to gain my parents’ wealth.My parents always thought I was weak and wouldn’t be able to carry on their legacy, so they gave all their wealth and assets in the name of my fated mate.The sound of the river’s gentle flow stopp

Isla’s POVLaughter filled the entire room. I was completely stunned when the lights suddenly turned on and I found almost every pack member staring at me.“Oh my god, her body looks like a pig!”“Is this really the kind of girl Alpha Noah chose as his Mate?!”Cruel remarks came even from the female members. My heart shattered—what I thought would be a beautiful first night turned into the most horrifying and traumatic experience of my life.“Put on some clothes, stupid!”A large piece of fabric was thrown at me. I had nothing on—not a single thread covered my body.I hurriedly grabbed the cloth and wrapped it around myself.“Come with me. Now.”Suddenly, Noah grabbed my hand, yanking me forward. He was grinning with a sinister expression, his eyes filled with nothing but hatred.What was happening? Wasn’t he all smiles and love during the wedding ceremony earlier today?“Ow!” I cried out in pain from his harsh grip.He dragged me like some discarded pet. People jeered at me, and in t