Novels by Lee

Third Person POV Tucked away on the top floor of a building that didn't announce itself to the street was a beautiful and elegant restaurant. The tables were spaced far enough apart that conversations remained private. Katherine sat across from her oldest friend, Margaret Ashford, and tried to remember the last time she had felt truly at ease. Margaret was the kind of woman who had aged gracefully, with silver-streaked hair pulled back in a simple chignon and laugh lines around her eyes that spoke of a life well-lived. She wore a cream-colored silk blouse and pearl earrings that had belonged to her grandmother. "You look tired," Margaret said from observation. She lifted her glass of white wine and took a sip. "And before you say it, I know you're going to tell me you're fine. But I've known you for thirty-five years, Katherine. I know when you're lying." Katherine smiled, a practiced, careful smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm fine." "Liar." The word

Aria POV I reached Daniel's office and paused outside the door. The blinds were half-drawn, as usual. I could see him inside, leaning back in his chair, his phone pressed to his ear. He was nodding at something the person on the other end was saying. I knocked briefly. Daniel glanced up. His eyes met mine through the glass, and he held up a finger, telling me to wait. I waited. He ended the call and set his phone down on the desk, gesturing for me to come in. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. "Close the door," he said without looking up. I had already did though. I stood in front of his desk, waiting. Daniel studied me for a long moment, his eyes scanning my face. I couldn't tell if he was annoyed or impressed or just tired. "Sit," he said finally. I sat. The chair was uncomfortable, deliberately so, I suspected. Daniel had never been one for making his visitors feel at ease. "I heard you had a chat with Vanessa this morning," he said, lean

Third Person POVEthan arrived at the newsroom.Phones rang in the distance. Keyboards clattered in a rhythm that never quite synced. Ethan moved through it all unconsciously, his mind far away from there.His eyes scanned the rows of desks, searching for one face in particular. The morning coffee he had picked up on his way in was growing cold in his hand, but he didn't notice. His mind was elsewhere.But he pushed all of that aside as he approached Aria's cubicle.The space was empty.Her laptop was closed, and her chair was pushed in. He frowned, glancing around the newsroom.Maya was at her desk, typing furiously. James was nowhere to be seen. Ethan turned, about to head back to his own desk, when a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks."Ethan!"He closed his eyes briefly.Then he turned, forcing a neutral expression onto his face.Valentina was walking toward him, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Her smile was so wide.She stopped in front of him, close enoug

Aria POVThe newsroom was already buzzing when I walked through the glass doors that morning.I moved through the familiar chaos on autopilot, my bag slung over one shoulder, my mind still half-stuck on everything that had happened over the past few days.Mason's face in the park. The way his lips had felt against mine. I shook my head, forcing the thoughts away.*Focus, Aria. You're at work. You have a job to do.*I passed by Maya's desk, and she looked up from her screen, offering a small wave. I returned it with a tired smile."Morning, Bennett," she called out. "You look like you actually slept well, you are looking very pretty today.""Don't jinx it," I replied, keeping my voice light. "The universe might hear you and decide to punish me."Maya laughed, turning back to her work.I continued walking, nodding at James as he passed by with a stack of papers that looked like they were about to topple over. He grunted something that might have been a greeting, and I chuckled quietly

Mason's POVI left very early to go to a bar.This bar was the kind of place Coach Lawson loved. He loves coming here early in the morning. It was tucked away on a side street that most people wouldn't notice, it smelled like old wood and spilled whiskey. I'd been here a few times before, usually after games. My coach had brought me here multiple times , especially when I was still young and stupid and thought I knew everything. He'd told me then that this was his spot, his sanctuary, the one place where he could escape from the noise of his life.I was hoping it would be my sanctuary too.The door creaked as I pushed it open, and the bartender glanced up, recognizing me immediately. He nodded toward the back corner, where a familiar silhouette was hunched over a glass.Coach Lawson.I walked toward him, my footsteps heavy on the worn wooden floor. He didn't look up when I approached. He just sat there, staring at the amber liquid in his glass like it held all the answers."Coach,"

Third Person POVThe elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Jeffrey stepped out into the penthouse hallway.His shoulders were tight, his jaw clenched, his entire body humming with the kind of exhaustion that came from a long day of practice.His suit jacket was slung over one arm, his tie loosened, his shirt untucked.But the moment he unlocked the door and stepped inside, he knew he wasn't going to get what he wanted.The lights were on.Every single one of them.And his father was sitting in the center of the living room like a king on his throne.Senator William Kyler was a tall man, broad-shouldered and commanding, with the kind of presence that made rooms feel smaller. His silver hair was immaculately styled, his suit impeccable, his posture rigid. He didn't look up when Jeffrey walked in. He just sat there, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his eyes fixed on the city skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows."Six o'clock in the morning," his father said without turni

Third Person's POV The evening air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers from the nearby park. Streetlights flickered along the cobblestone path as Ethan and Zara walked side by side, the laughter and warmth from the dinner fading into a comfortable silence.Zara kicked a small pebble absentmindedly, her mind still buzzing from the events of the day. The glow of the streetlights reflected off her hair, making it look like molten gold, and Ethan couldn’t take his eyes off her. He’d been holding his feelings in for so long, always patient, always waiting for the right moment. And tonight… maybe tonight was it.Ethan cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady, though his heart pounded like a drum. “Zara… I… I wanted to tell you something,” he began, his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his jacket.Zara glanced at him, her eyes curious, soft, and patient. “Yes?” she asked gently, slowing her pace to match his.He swallowed hard, the words catching in h

Nicole's POV Seven months… Seven whole months of carrying this little life inside me, and here I was, about to finally graduate. My stomach was undeniably big now, a constant reminder of the tiny person growing inside, and every little kick made me smile and squirm in my seat. I looked down at it and laughed quietly, feeling Adrian’s hand slide across my lap, resting just above the curve of my belly. His touch was gentle, protective, and warm, the kind of touch that reminded me, even after everything we’d been through, that love could be calm and safe too.Leo and Liam died, Marianna and Mr Hargreaves was arrested, Marianna committed suicide after two months of imprisonment. The James company faced backlash for being a fraudster. While Adrian slowly rebuilt his own company.“Nicole! You’re staring at that belly like it’s about to sprout wings and fly away!” Zara laughed from across the table, her bright energy filling the room. She waved a forkful of salad around, pretending to

Adrian’s POV.The moment Liam fell, the warehouse seemed to freeze.Marianna’s scream cut through the lingering gunfire like a blade. She ran to him, her heels clattering against the concrete, her hands shaking violently as she cradled his body. Blood gushed out faster than she could comprehend, soaking her hands, dripping down her arms.“Liam! No! My baby! My son!” she wailed, her voice ragged and hoarse. She pressed her face to his chest, desperate for a response, but his body lay limp, jerking faintly with the last remnants of life.“You shot your son.* Marianna cried out looking at Leo.Leo froze across the room, disbelief etched into every line of his face. “No… no, it’s not true,” he said, shaking his head violently. “It… it can’t be—”Frank’s cold voice cut through the tension like ice. “He’s your son, Leo,” he said, still in hiding.Leo’s face was drained of color. His manic grin faltered, his eyes widening as the truth hit him. He’d been deceived, and the revelation seemed

The moment Loeo got distracted by one of his guards, I immediately sent the signal.We heard gun shots from outside and before anyone could say anything, bullets cracked through the air, ricocheting off metal beams and crates and the sharp stench of gunpowder burned my nostrils. I lunged toward Nicole, ignoring the pain in my ribs from the accident.. Each step was agonizing, every heartbeat hammering in my ears, but I couldn’t let her stay there helpless and exposed. My hands shook as I fumbled with the ropes cutting across her wrists. She flinched as another bullet hit the floor near us, making the concrete crack and splinter.“Adrian! Be careful!” Nicole hissed, her voice tight with fear, Frank was already in motion, he was able to pick up a gun for one of the people that got shot. He corked the gun, moving like a predator to cover us. I saw him shoot, duck, shoot again, all the while keeping an eye on the corners of the warehouse. He had this way of moving, calculating, keeping

Adrian's POV “Here they come.” Leo screamed the moment we came.I stayed perfectly, eyes scanning every inch of the warehouse. Nicole was tied up, trembling slightly, but her defiance shone through her fear. My heart ached seeing her like this, but I had to remain calm. If I moved too soon, everything could explode—literally.Frank was next to me, eyes sharp, silently observing. Every twitch, every breath of Leo, Liam, and Marianna was noted. They had no idea we were analyzing, planning. That gave us an edge.Leo was pacing, voice sharp, commanding. “Frank… I want answers. You’ve been working with them all along? You, of all people?” His eyes were furious, wild, and I could feel the malice radiating from him.Frank’s voice was steady. “I don’t work for you. I never did. You killed my grandfather, Leo. You killed my mother indirectly. Do you know what that did to me? To my life? I will never forgive you.”Leo’s laugh was sharp, manic. “Your mother? She was collateral damage! You th

Third Person's POV Leo leaned against the cold brick wall of the warehouse, his eyes sharp, scanning everywhere.His men lingered nearby, silent and alert, but he waved one forward, signaling him away from the others. He needed this conversation private,.Liam and Marianna couldn’t hear a word.“Closer,” he hissed under his breath, and the man obeyed, stepping toward him, careful to stay unseen.“Listen carefully,” Leo said, his voice low and dangerous. “No one goes back alive. You hear me? No mistakes. No one escapes this. Not Liam, not Marianna, not anyone else who dares stand against me.”The man swallowed hard, nodding quickly. “Yes, boss. I understand. But… are we going to wait for them to make a move first?”Leo’s eyes narrowed, a shadow of fury crossing his face. “No. We act on my orders. You wait for my signal, and then you move. You follow me, you do exactly what I say, or you’ll be next.”His words carried the weight of steel. The man’s hands trembled slightly, but he manag