Novel-novel oleh A. Sholyn

"You are not booking that flight, Riley. End of story." Lucien’s voice hit the dining room like a heavy door slamming shut. I stopped right in the middle of picking up my crystal glass, my hand freezing in mid-air while staring at him in absolute disbelief. "What did you just say, Lucien?” I asked. “No, you don’t mean that.” "You heard me," Lucien said, his jaw tight as he set his silver fork down onto his plate with a sharp clack. "You are not going back to America. You are not stepping one foot inside that city, and you are definitely not going anywhere near Christian Blackthorne." "Lucien, a man is dying!" I raised my voice slightly, my chest heaving under my silk blouse. "They offered a hundred million dollars! That hospital—" "I don't care if they offer a billion dollars!" Lucien snapped, his eyes flashing with a rare, terrifying anger I hadn't seen in five whole years. "We don't need their blood money! You have your own hospitals and everything you could ever want ri

"You are not booking that flight, Riley. End of story." Lucien’s voice hit the dining room like a heavy door slamming shut. I stopped right in the middle of picking up my crystal glass, my hand freezing in mid-air while staring at him in absolute disbelief. "What did you just say, Lucien?” I asked. “No, you don’t mean that.” "You heard me," Lucien said, his jaw tight as he set his silver fork down onto his plate with a sharp clack. "You are not going back to America. You are not stepping one foot inside that city, and you are definitely not going anywhere near Christian Blackthorne." "Lucien, a man is dying!" I raised my voice slightly, my chest heaving under my silk blouse. "They offered a hundred million dollars! That hospital—" "I don't care if they offer a billion dollars!" Lucien snapped, his eyes flashing with a rare, terrifying anger I hadn't seen in five whole years. "We don't need their blood money! You have your own hospitals and everything you could ever want ri

"You are not booking that flight, Riley. End of story." Lucien’s voice hit the dining room like a heavy door slamming shut. I stopped right in the middle of picking up my crystal glass, my hand freezing in mid-air while staring at him in absolute disbelief. "What did you just say, Lucien?” I asked. “No, you don’t mean that.” "You heard me," Lucien said, his jaw tight as he set his silver fork down onto his plate with a sharp clack. "You are not going back to America. You are not stepping one foot inside that city, and you are definitely not going anywhere near Christian Blackthorne." "Lucien, a man is dying!" I raised my voice slightly, my chest heaving under my silk blouse. "They offered a hundred million dollars! That hospital—" "I don't care if they offer a billion dollars!" Lucien snapped, his eyes flashing with a rare, terrifying anger I hadn't seen in five whole years. "We don't need their blood money! You have your own hospitals and everything you could ever want ri

Natalia POV Christian stood completely frozen in the middle of the room, his face turning as white as a sheet. He kept staring at Lucien as if he was looking at a dead man walking. In his head, Lucien was supposed to be somewhere in the dirt, starving, broken, and begging for bread. He wasn't supposed to be standing here in a custom suit, looking so tall, calm, and dangerously powerful. Lucien took a slow step forward and reached out his hand. "Nice to see you again, brother.” Smack! Christian swung his hand hard, slapping Lucien’s arm away. Lucien didn't even flinch. He just lowered his hand slowly, a quiet smirk playing on his lips. "What's the matter, Christian?" Lucien asked, his voice dropping into a low rumble. "Are you too shocked to speak? Well, I expected you to go quiet. Men like you usually hide when real power walks into the room." Christian’s jaw worked furiously. He let out a harsh, nasty laugh, stepping right into Lucien's face. “Real power?" He sneered, his e

"You are not booking that flight, Riley. End of story." Lucien’s voice hit the dining room like a heavy door slamming shut. I stopped right in the middle of picking up my crystal glass, my hand freezing in mid-air while staring at him in absolute disbelief. "What did you just say, Lucien?” I asked. “No, you don’t mean that.” "You heard me," Lucien said, his jaw tight as he set his silver fork down onto his plate with a sharp clack. "You are not going back to America. You are not stepping one foot inside that city, and you are definitely not going anywhere near Christian Blackthorne." "Lucien, a man is dying!" I raised my voice slightly, my chest heaving under my silk blouse. "They offered a hundred million dollars! That hospital—" "I don't care if they offer a billion dollars!" Lucien snapped, his eyes flashing with a rare, terrifying anger I hadn't seen in five whole years. "We don't need their blood money! You have your own hospitals and everything you could ever want ri

Natalia POV Christian stood completely frozen in the middle of the room, his face turning as white as a sheet. He kept staring at Lucien as if he was looking at a dead man walking. In his head, Lucien was supposed to be somewhere in the dirt, starving, broken, and begging for bread. He wasn't supposed to be standing here in a custom suit, looking so tall, calm, and dangerously powerful. Lucien took a slow step forward and reached out his hand. "Nice to see you again, brother.” Smack! Christian swung his hand hard, slapping Lucien’s arm away. Lucien didn't even flinch. He just lowered his hand slowly, a quiet smirk playing on his lips. "What's the matter, Christian?" Lucien asked, his voice dropping into a low rumble. "Are you too shocked to speak? Well, I expected you to go quiet. Men like you usually hide when real power walks into the room." Christian’s jaw worked furiously. He let out a harsh, nasty laugh, stepping right into Lucien's face. “Real power?" He sneered, his ey