Novels by tetonbroex

The atmosphere in Harding's ransacked office was thick with a strange mix of anticipation and dread. The police had finished their initial investigation, leaving behind a scene of organized chaos: files scattered across the floor, drawers pulled open, and the lingering scent of disinfectant. May, despite the ongoing power struggle with the board, had insisted on personally overseeing the processing of Harding's belongings, hoping to unearth any remaining secrets, any hidden assets that could help salvage Lilion Corp.Alex, ever the tech wizard, was hunched over Harding's computer, meticulously sifting through the encrypted files, searching for any clues that could lead them to the missing funds, the hidden accounts, the masterminds behind the Syndicate. He had managed to recover the USB drive from Chapter 15, the one containing Harding's illicit dealings, but something was off."May," he said, his voice laced with concern. "I think we have a problem."

The Lilion Corp boardroom, now a scene of utter devastation, reeked of gunpowder and fear. The police had cleared away the bodies, the weapons, and the Syndicate operatives, but the emotional wreckage remained, hanging heavy in the air. The remaining board members, their faces pale, their clothes disheveled, their nerves frayed, slowly emerged from their hiding places, their eyes darting nervously around the room. They were a broken, demoralized group, their faith in Lilion Corp shattered, their trust in leadership decimated. May, standing tall amidst the chaos, her face resolute, her eyes filled with determination, surveyed the scene, assessing the damage, preparing to take control. She knew that the battle was far from over. The Syndicate had been defeated, Harding had been arrested, but the power vacuum remained, threatening to engulf Lilion Corp in further turmoil. She approached the board members, h

May raced down the stairwell, her lungs burning, her heart pounding, the sounds of gunfire echoing behind her. She knew that the Syndicate operatives were in pursuit, that they would stop at nothing to silence her. She had to find a way to escape, to regroup, to turn the tables on Volkov and his men. She reached the ground floor, bursting out of the stairwell into a deserted hallway. She scanned her surroundings, trying to find a safe haven, a place to hide, to plan her next move. Suddenly, she heard the screech of tires outside, followed by the blare of sirens. She rushed to the window, peering out into the darkness. A fleet of police cars surrounded the building, their lights flashing, their sirens wailing, their officers swarming the entrance. The police had arrived. May breathed a sigh of relief, her spirits lifting. Help had finally arrived. But she knew that the battle was far

The Lilion Corp boardroom, the same room where Harding had orchestrated his fraudulent merger, now served as the stage for his downfall. The board members, a collection of nervous executives and concerned shareholders, sat around the mahogany table, their faces etched with apprehension.May, standing at the head of the table, her voice calm but resolute, laid out the evidence against Harding, meticulously detailing his crimes, his deceit, and his betrayal. She presented financial records, emails, and witness statements, painting a damning picture of his corruption.Harding, sitting at the opposite end of the table, his face a mask of barely concealed rage, tried to interrupt, to deny the accusations, to deflect the blame. But May wouldn't let him. She silenced him with a steely glare, her voice unwavering."The evidence speaks for itself, Mr. Harding," she said. "You can't deny the facts. You can't hide from the truth. Your time is up."She paused, her eyes sweeping across the room, l

The morning of the emergency board meeting dawned gray and ominous, mirroring the grim mood that had settled over May and Alex. The events of the previous night, Alex’s near capture and the revelation of Harding’s murderous intentions, had heightened the tension to an almost unbearable level.As May approached the entrance to Lilion HQ, she could feel the weight of the world on her shoulders. This was it, the moment of truth. The outcome of this meeting would determine not only the fate of Lilion Corp but also her own life.She reached the security checkpoint, flashing her Acting CEO badge, expecting to be waved through. But the security guard, a burly man with a cold, unyielding expression, blocked her path."I'm sorry, Ms. Anderson," he said, his voice flat and emotionless. "Mr. Harding has instructed us not to allow you access to the building.""What?" May said, her voice incredulous. "That's ridiculous. I'm the Acting CEO of this company. I have every right to be here.""I'm just

The Lilion Corp headquarters, a gleaming skyscraper that once symbolized success and innovation, now loomed in the darkness like a silent tomb. The city lights reflected off its glass facade, creating an eerie, distorted image of its former glory.Under the cover of darkness, May and Alex, clad in black tactical gear, approached the building, their hearts pounding in their chests. They were about to infiltrate enemy territory, to plant the secondary server that would ensure the confession video reached the world, even if Harding managed to shut down the primary feed."Remember the plan," May whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'll create a diversion at the main entrance, drawing the security guards away from the loading dock. You slip in through the back, plant the server in the comms room, and get out as quickly as possible.""Got it," Alex said, his voice firm. "But be careful. Harding will be expecting us. He'll have extra security everywhere.""I know," May said, her eyes fille

The office building’s lobby was quiet for once—most employees were in a midday meeting, leaving only a few receptionists at the front desk. Kayla was walking toward the entrance to grab lunch when three men stepped out of the elevator, blocking her path. Their faces were hard, their suits cheap and ill-fitting, and she recognized the leader immediately: the same man who’d trashed her home weeks ago.“Kayla Reeds,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “We’ve been looking for you.”Kayla took a step back, her hand moving instinctively to her phone in her pocket. “I told you—I’m working on getting the money. Give me more time.”The man laughed, a sound like grinding stone. “Time’s up. We gave you thirty days to pay what your brother-in-law owes. Now we want double—interest, plus what we spent finding you here.”“I don’t have that kind of money,” Kayla said, her voice steady despite the fear coiling in her stomach. “I’m doing everything I can—”

The morning after the gala felt like walking through fog. Kayla moved through her routine on autopilot—making coffee, checking her phone for messages she didn’t want to read, staring at the ceiling as she tried to erase the image of Mrs. Penelope standing in that dark room, phone in hand. By the time she reached the office, her hands were shaking so badly she could barely unlock her desk drawer.She’d barely sat down when Mrs. Penelope appeared at her cubicle, her small frame wrapped in a crisp gray suit, her expression unreadable. “Ms. Reeds,” she said quietly. “Could we talk? Somewhere private.”Kayla’s stomach dropped. She nodded, pushing back her chair and following Mrs. Penelope down the hallway to an empty conference room. Once the door was closed, Mrs. Penelope pulled out her phone and set it on the table between them. The video thumbnail was clear: Liam’s hand in Kayla’s hair, their faces inches apart, the moonlight casting shadows across their skin.

The gala was still roaring behind them—music swelling, laughter echoing, cameras flashing as guests fawned over Qing Lin and Jordan’s “magical moment.” But in the secluded corridor leading to the hotel’s old storage rooms, the world fell silent. The only sounds were their footsteps on the worn carpet and the distant thrum of the ballroom orchestra.Liam’s hand was wrapped around Kayla’s wrist—not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough that she couldn’t pull away even if she’d wanted to. He’d followed her out of the ballroom, pushing past guests and ignoring his father’s calls for him to return. His mind was racing, filled with images of her standing alone in the corner, of Qing Lin in Jordan’s arms, of the way Kayla had looked at him when he’d danced with his fiancée—like her heart was breaking piece by piece.“Liam, let go,” Kayla said, her voice barely above a whisper. “We can’t be seen like this.”He didn’t respond, just kept walking until he reache

The grand ballroom of the Continental Hotel gleamed like a jewel box under thousands of crystal lights. White roses cascaded from every surface, their sweet scent mixing with the perfume of The City’s elite, who moved across the polished dance floor in a sea of silk, velvet, and diamonds. This was Kang Jin Chen’s annual charity gala—though everyone knew it was less about giving back and more about displaying power, forging alliances, and reminding everyone in attendance exactly who controlled Bæbë Phi Universe.Kayla stood in the corner near the stage, her hands folded neatly in front of her as she held a cream-colored cashmere shawl belonging to Qing Lin Young. She’d been told to dress “appropriately but unobtrusively”—a dark navy dress that was nice enough not to embarrass the company, but plain enough to ensure she didn’t draw attention. Liam had tried to argue against her being assigned to Qing Lin, but Kang Jin had insisted.“Every executive needs a perso

The lobby of Bæbë Phi Universe was buzzing with morning energy—employees hurrying to their desks with coffee cups in hand, clients being escorted to conference rooms, the soft hum of conversation mixing with the click of heels on marble floors. Kayla was making her way toward the elevators, a stack of folders pressed to her chest, when she heard a voice she’d hoped never to hear again.“Kayla! Don’t you walk away from me!”She froze mid-step, her heart sinking. Tyler Morrison stood by the front doors, dressed in a rumpled suit that looked like he’d slept in it, his face flushed with anger. He’d cut his hair shorter than she remembered, but his eyes—hard, entitled, and full of the same arrogance that had ended their relationship five years ago—were exactly the same.She turned slowly, setting her folders down on a nearby table. “Tyler. What are you doing here?”He strode across the lobby, ignoring the stares of everyone around him. “You know exactl

The sun was setting over Lagos, painting the sky in shades of burnt orange and deep purple that reflected off the glass facade of the Bæbë Phi Universe building. Kayla stood near the back entrance of the parking lot, her shoulders slumped with exhaustion. She’d spent the last three hours going over contracts for the Maison Laurent partnership, and her eyes were burning from staring at screens all day. Liam had found her there, leaning against the hood of his sleek black sedan, and had insisted on walking her to her car.“You shouldn’t work this late,” he said, his voice softer than she’d heard it in days. “Even the best soldiers need to rest.”Kayla laughed, but it came out as more of a sigh. “Tell that to your father. He wants the final contracts on his desk by morning, and you know how he is when things aren’t done exactly when he says.”Liam reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from her face. The touch was gentle, intentional—nothing