Novels by sundayselene

The room fell into a suffocating stillness.No one moved.No one dared to breathe too loudly.Everyone held their breath, waiting for what came next.Maya’s shoulders shook as she cried quietly, her fingers digging into her thighs.The guard who had whispered earlier stepped back into position, standing rigidly at the side.Marcus surveyed the room, his gaze moving from the servants huddled in the corner to Richard slumped in his chair, to Claire frozen by the table, to Maya crumpled on the floor.“Well…”Marcus’s voice cut through the silence.He swept his gaze across everyone in the room, unhurriedly.“I don’t have time for this.”He began slipping on a pair of black gloves.“Let’s end it.”A bodyguard stepped forward, carrying a box.Marcus took it from him and shoved Maya aside without a second glance.She hit the ground hard. Her cries grew louder.Marcus walked toward the servants. The bodyguard followed close behind.The women whimpered immediately, their hands clamped over the

Claire’s face lit up with relief the moment she heard Marcus’ words. “For a moment… I thought we were abandoned,” she said, letting out a shaky breath. “I couldn’t reach anyone again and I thought—”“But…”Marcus cut her off.Claire’s brows furrowed slightly, but she forced a bright smile. “But what, Mr. Marcus?” she asked quickly. “We are willing to do anything.”She glanced at Richard, still bound to the chair.“Don’t mind the atmosphere,” she added hastily. “It’s just… a little misunderstanding.”Her voice softened.“We’ve done so much for the organization. We’ve always been loyal. We’re ready to do even more to fix this.”Marcus said nothing. He only watched her.Then he walked past her and sat down comfortably in the armchair.Leaning back relaxed.“Anything?” he repeated.Claire’s smile stiffened, but she recovered quickly and stepped closer.“Yes,” she said. “Anything.”Marcus let out a low chuckle. His gaze gleamed.“Alright then.”He paused. “Suck my dick.”The room fell

Maya limped through the front door of the Hayes mansion, her clothes torn, her hair disheveled, her body screaming with every step.The passage was empty.No servants were rushing to greet her. Just silence.She took another step and pain shot up her leg. “Ahh—”She caught herself on the wall, breathing hard.“I swear… I’ll destroy that bitch…” She muttered, her voice hoarse.She made her way to the living room, expecting to find someone. But the living room was still eerily quiet.Her brows furrowed.“What is going on…?”A thought crossed her mind.Her eyes widened. “…Could what she said…be true?”Her heart skipped. “No…”Maya pushed the thought away and limped faster, every step a reminder of what she had endured in that room.A whimper broke the silence.Maya turned her head.Maids huddled in the corner near the staircase, their faces pale, their bodies trembling. They looked at her with wide, frightened eyes.Maya exhaled in relief. At least someone was still here.“What are you

Evelyn sat at the bedside table, her fingers flying across the laptop keyboard. Documents were stacked in piles around her—some on the desk, some on the chair beside her, and some threatening to slide onto the floor.Roman walked in and paused at the door, surveying the organized chaos.He had been watching her like this for days now. Busy and completely absorbed.“You’ve been working nonstop lately,” he said as he stepped further in.Evelyn didn’t look up.“I’m drafting a proposal,” she replied, her tone calm but occupied. “To acquire Hayes Corporation.”She continued typing.“I’m not waiting for the board’s approval or your brother’s interference. If we move too slowly, someone else might step in. I want everything ready before they even realize what’s happening.”She looked up briefly.“It’s a lot of work.”Roman leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.A faint, proud smile appeared on his lips."Lyn."“Hmm?” she responded, eyes already back on the screen.His eyes narrowed.“D

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT “Ahhh—!”Mary’s scream tore through the mansion.Thud.Her body hit the floor heavily.Blood seeped across the white marble, spreading fast.For a moment no one moved.“Ah—ah—ah!”Screams rippled through the mansion.Claire stood frozen.Her breath hitched as she slowly turned her gaze to her trembling hand, stained with blood.Clatter.The knife slipped from her fingers.“Claire—what have you done?!”Richard shouted, rushing forward.“Mrs. Mary!” one of the servants cried, trying to run to her.Claire snapped out of her shock.She lunged forward, picked up the knife again, and spun around, eyes wild.“No one!” she screamed, her voice breaking. “I mean no one is going to save her!”Everyone froze instantly.“Claire—”“Don’t you dare!” she snapped, pointing the knife at Richard. “Take one more step and I swear, we all die here.”Her eyes moved to the servants.They nodded frantically, trembling.Some sobbed quietly. Others couldn’t even look at the body.One ma

The conference room slowly emptied, but Marcus remained seated.His fingers tapped silently against the polished table.‘Acquire Hayes.’A faint smile tugged at his lips. Then his gaze sharpened."How did Hayes Corporation manage to get tangled in this mess?"He leaned back slightly. ‘Was this Evelyn's doing?’He scoffed quietly. “Impossible.”"Sir."His assistant stepped forward cautiously.Marcus didn't look at him. "Pull every piece of information on this leak.""Yes, sir.""And—" Marcus paused. "Trace Evelyn Sinclair's movements over the past seventy-two hours—"His phone rang.Marcus stopped.He glanced at the screen, and his expression changed instantly.Without another word, he stood and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window before answering.“Hello.”A female voice came through, cold, and direct."Do not get involved.”Marcus’s eyes narrowed slightly.“We’re cutting Hayes off.”A faint glint passed through his gaze.“What about the current project?”“It’s a failed project,