Novels by ehizoclemtrust

Elena stood frozen in the center of the suite, her phone clutched so tightly her knuckles ached. Mr. Godfrey's reply had come almost instantly earlier. "Tomorrow, 2 p.m. The Meridian Club, private lounge. I’ll have a table reserved."But then, the rules of the Velvet Exchange were ironclad. No leaving the premises until the thirty nights ended. No contact with the outside world except through approved channels.She’d signed the contract in her own hands. And breaking it meant forfeiture, exposure, and maybe worse.She paced to the door, and tried to push it open, but unfortunately it wouldn't budge.She walked back to the room, and at the same time her eyes landed on the sleek black telephone mounted discreetly beside the bed."Emergency only," they’d said.Elena snatched it up, and pressed the single button. It rang once, then a calm female voice answered. “Yes, Miss Quinn?”“I need to leave now. It’s urgent.”“I’m afraid that’s not possible. The terms are clear. Thirty consecutiv

The conference room on the forty-seventh floor of Vale Technologies smelled of fresh coffee, and expensive cologne of powerful men, but Soren Vale barely noticed.He sat at the head of the obsidian table, fingers steepled, his expression locked in the detached authority that had made seasoned investors sweat during earnings calls.One of the investors was droning on about quarterly projections, gesturing at the projected slide like it held the secrets of the universe.“…and with the new AI integration, we project a thirty-two percent uptick in user retention by Q3, assuming—”Unfortunately, Soren’s mind wasn’t in the room. It was back in the burgundy suite. Back to the moment she had obeyed.The image slammed into him without warning. The delicate pink folds already swollen and slick just from the act of confessing.Her breath had hitched when he’d ordered her to spread wider. Her clit had pulsed visibly under his stare like it was begging for the touch he refused to give.He pictured

Elena paced about the room restlessly, her arms wrapped tightly around her middle as though she could hold herself together that way.The thin robe they’d left for her, slipped off one shoulder with every sharp turn she made, but she didn’t bother to fix it.His voice looped in her skull, calm and merciless.“I record everything. It’s how I remember who owes me.”What did that even mean?Was the recording insurance? Blackmail? Leverage for some long, calculated revenge she hadn’t yet understood?Or worse, would he leak it? Sell it? Release it anonymously and let it spread like wildfire until the world saw the fearless investigative journalist who once exposed corruption, now whimpering her darkest fantasies to the man she’d destroyed?Her stomach churned as she stopped in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection.Her mascara was smudged under her eyes, lips swollen from biting them, hair wild from running frantic fingers through it. Elena looked hunted.She couldn’t sleep. She

Her heart sank instantly as she glanced at the wall across from her, where a single framed article hung crookedly, the one she'd written ten years ago. The headline was faded now, but she could still read it even in her sleep."Tech Prodigy's Empire Crumbles: Insider Claims Fraud."She'd been twenty-five then, hungry, and unstoppable. The subject had been a twenty-something startup founder named Soren Vale. She'd torn him apart in print, and he'd vanished after that, ruined, forgotten, and hopeless. Or so she'd thought.But now? Here he was right in front of her, staring at her with a sly smile that sent shivers down her spine.Soren removed his nose mask, and clapped his hands.For years, he'd been searching for ways to get to her. For years, he'd been looking for the woman who made him become heartless. And now, fate had finally brought her to his side.What was better than that?"Hello, Elena." Her mouth went dry as soon as she heard his voice, and she raised her trembling hand

"Find the monster, and expose him as usual. You can do the job, Elena. Don't be afraid."That was her boss's order before she left the office three days ago. An order she wished she could refuse, but couldn’t. This was her life. Her job. And everyone believed she could handle it.But this man...She'd been told he's mysterious. A cunning, cold-hearted billionaire who spared no one that crosses his part.It's rumored that a few who sneaked in to have a look at him, were found either on the hospital bed, or dead in their humble homes. That's why they called him the monster. A fearless tiger, and a man with a dark heart.Her heart sank instantly as she thought about the whole thing. What would her own fate be in this situation?Will she end up dead like the others? Or broken in ways no surgeon could fix?Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the thin black lace strap of the dress she'd been instructed to wear. It wasn't hers. Nothing about tonight felt like hers, but she had no cho