Novels by TBoy

Scott’s POV I sat on the edge of my bed staring at two messages on my phone. Victor Lang’s offer: exhibition + $200,000 for quiet information on Zenex. My landlord’s threat: Rent due in 5 days. No stories this time. The numbers blurred. Debts from my mother’s cancer treatment still sat on my shoulders like concrete. The engagement announcement still sat in my chest like a knife. I didn’t know which one hurt more. A hard knock on the door made me jump. I opened it and froze. Elliot stood there, in the black tuxedo like he was coming from a party drunk, his tie was loosened, eyes dark and wild. He didn’t wait for an invitation. He stepped inside, shut the door, and locked it. “Scott…” “Get out.” He didn’t. He crowded me against the wall, hands on one side of my head, breathing hard. “You left. You walked out and you won’t answer my texts.” “You’re engaged,” I shot back. “You stood on a stage and told the whole world you’re marrying someone else. What the fuck do you want from

Elliot’s POV I saw Scott walk out of the ballroom and I suddenly became uncomfortable. He didn’t look back. Not once. His shoulders were tight, head high, but I knew that walk. I’ve seen it every time I pushed him away. The same proud, stubborn line of his back that always made me want to drag him back and fuck the fight out of him This time it felt different. I know he his hurting Isabella stepped up beside me, with a champagne glass in her hand, and a smile perfect for the cameras. Under her breath she said, “Breathe. People are watching.” I forced myself to act normal as we posed, smiled and accepted congratulations. The second we were alone in a private sitting room, I dropped to a couch. Isabella closed the door and turned to me. “I know you love him. I’m not your enemy, Elliot.” I stared at her. “Did you see his face?” “I did. And I also saw yours.” She sat on the edge of the couch, smoothing her dress. “Our arrangement still stands. I will protect your secrets. While y

Scott’s POVThe invitation to the most anticipated party in Brooklyn arrived in a thick black envelope with gold lettering.I almost threw it straight into the trash. Travis Family Engagement Announcement. My stomach turned the second I read the words. Elliot. Engaged. To some high-profile woman.This man isn’t in anyway attracted to women, I pity the woman he’s engaged to and the emotional torture she’ll go through in his hands.I stared at the card for a long time. My hands shook. Part of me wanted to rip it into pieces. The other part, the stupid, addicted part.. wanted to see his face when he stood next to her.So I attended the party. The ballroom was already packed when I arrived. Chandeliers. Champagne. People in expensive suits and dresses laughing like they owned the world.I stayed near the back, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.Then the lights dimmed. A man on stage cleared his throat.“Ladies and gentlemen, it is our great honor to announce the engage

Elliot’s POVThe news came at 9:20 AM.Laurent publicly announced he was withdrawing all claims against Scott.“Art Critic Laurent Beaumont Withdraws All Claims Against Rising Artist Scott McAllen. For personal reasons best known to him.”I read it three times, my thumb kept hovering over my iPad screen, like I didn’t trust what my eyes was seeing. Scott’s face flashed in my mind, he must be feeling relieved right now after seeing this news.“He deserves to be happy.” I was talking to myself. Then Jayden burst into my office, and that smile died fast.“Sir, I sense something fishy here,” he said, dropping into the chair across from my desk without waiting for permission. “Look Jayden, Laurent backed off. And he did that publicly.. That’s what we wanted, right?”“Laurent doesn’t look like a man who’d do such. Something is wrong.” He shook his head, i have never seen a friendship so genuine like that of Jayden and Scott. “For a man as deadly as Laurent?” “…nah, something is not clea

Scott’s POVMy phone rang over and over but I was too tired to pick it up. Then a message came at 2:17 AM.I dragged my phone with sleepy eyes, to know what the message was all about. Unknown: You have 48 hours left. Leave Zenex and Elliot. Or you won’t be able to show your face in the whole of Brooklyn.My chest tightened so fast I had to sit up and breathe through it as I stared at those words. Sleep disappeared from my eyes, the worst part is I can’t call anyone at such an ungodly hour. So I kept tossing myself in bed until early in the morning.Immediately I saw the sun rise, I called Jayden. “I got another threat message,” I said the second he picked up. “48 hours, Jayden. I’m running out of time.”“Good thing we’re not running out of plans then.” His voice had confidence in it. “Come to my place, before you go to work. We’ll end this today.”By the time I got to Jayden’s apartment, he had a whole wall covered in sticky notes and printouts, looking like a detective from some

Elliot’s POV“Sir, you need to see this. Right now.”Jayden walked into my office without knocking, holding a folder clutched to his arm. My assistant trailed behind him, apologizing frantically, but I waved her off.“This better be important,” I said, standing from my desk.“It’s about the rival company's photos. The ones that supposedly showed Scott meeting with our competitors.” He dropped the folder on my desk and spun it toward me. “They’re fake. Completely fake.”“Someone photoshopped them.”I stared at the evidence. My stomach dropped. “How? They look real to me.”Deep down I wanted the photos to be real because if it wasn’t, this would be the second or third time I accused Scott wrongly without trusting him. Without giving him a chance to explain. “Sir, the location data shows those photos nowhere near the restaurant they claimed…. “ He walked to my couch and sat down. “I also checked the security footage from the building and guess what ?” “Scott was never there that night.

Charlotte’s POV Sebastian told me we had to stop, no more hotels, or any form of risks at all because someone was following him. I nodded… and then texted him a dirty photo two hours later. He had pulled me into the garage after Mom went upstairs. His voice was low and tight. “There’s a private investigator trailing me. I can feel it. I noticed a particular car always following me, the same guy at the coffee shop near the office. We have to cool off. So that nothing can be used against us.” I agreed. Mom already found my diary. She was watching us like a hawk. One more mistake and everything would blow. Two hours later I was in my room horny with my legs spread, phone in hand, sending him a picture of my fingers inside myself. Caption: I can’t stop thinking about you. He called instead of texting back. “Charlotte. What did I just say?” “I know. I’m sorry. I just… I need you.” Silence on the line. Then a rough exhale. “One time. Just this one after that we stop until th

Stacy’s POV A package arrived at my doorstep without a name attached to it and when I opened it, I saw photos of my husband and daughter leaving a hotel together. I was sitting at the kitchen island with a glass of wine when my phone buzzed, I checked it and saw a message notification requesting that I go pick up the surprise waiting for me at my doorstep. At first I asked our security if he saw anyone come in and he said no. The first photo showed Sebastian’s hand resting on Charlotte’s back as they walked out of a hotel lobby. The second caught them near a car, with her face turned up toward him in a way no stepdaughter should look at her mother’s husband. All the photos had timestamps and different dates My hands started shaking. The wine glass tipped and spilled across the counter. I didn’t clean it up. My free hand curled into a fist so tight, I wanted to throw the phone. I wanted to drive to wherever they were and scream until my voice gave out. Then it dawned on me

Sebastian’s POVDaniel thought he could protect Charlotte from me. He learned otherwise in a quiet parking lot.I waited by his car until he finished his late shift at the campus library. When he saw me he stopped short, keys still in his hand.“We need to talk,” I said.He tried to look brave. “About Charlotte? She’s my friend. If something’s wrong…”“She’s not your concern.” I kept my voice even. “Because you saw us outside the hotel. It doesn’t mean you should start making silly assumptions.”Daniel swallowed. “I just don’t want her hurt.”I stepped closer. “Then stay away from her. Don’t try to play smart with me. If I hear you’ve spoken to her again, I’ll make sure your life at that school becomes very difficult. Understood?”He nodded once, face pale. I left him standing there under the streetlight, and drove off. Only for me to drive back to solidify my threat.“Hey kid, Incase you don’t know. I have pictures of you working at a club as a stripper against your mom’s wish. You d

Charlotte's POV My friend Daniel cornered me at school and told me he knew something was wrong with me and my stepfather and that he was going to “save” me whether I wanted it or not. He waited by my car after the last class. His face was tight. “I saw you,” he said without preamble. “Leaving that hotel with him. Your stepfather. I knew you were hiding so I waited for you to come out.” “I…I… why would I hide? I went to get something.” I stuttered trying to defend myself. “The way your step father touched you. How you looked at him. You know it’s not normal, Charlotte.” My stomach dropped. “You don’t know what you saw.” “I’m not dumb.” He stepped closer. “You’re into your old man. It’s either he’s using you. Or you’re both in too deep. I’m telling your mom if you don’t get out of it. Or I’ll confront him myself.” Panic mixed with anger. “Stay out of it, Dan. You have no idea what you’re talking about.” “I’m trying to help you.” “I don’t need your help.” I left him standing t

Charlotte’s POV A woman pulled me aside in the hotel hallway as I was going to our room, she introduced herself as someone who used to love Sebastian and still carried the scars. I had stepped out to change my outfit to something more comfortable. She was waiting near the reception. Dark hair. Calm eyes. She looked at me like she already knew everything. “I see you’re his new girl,” she said quietly. “I’m Elena. I used to be where you are.” My stomach dropped. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She gave a small, tired smile. “I’m talking about Sebastian. His love is fierce. The way he makes you feel like the only person who can give him what he needs. I know the feeling. I used to be in your position.” I tried to step past her. She didn’t block me, she just spoke softer. “He destroys the women who get close. Not with fists though. With need and control… With the way he makes you addicted to being the only one who can satisfy the dark parts of him. When he’s done… you’ll

Sebastian’s POV We rented a private apartment for the weekend so we could finally stop looking over our shoulders after Mr Lang gave us quite a scare, then a last-minute problem forced us into a hotel instead, and I felt eyes on us the moment we walked in. Stacy’s last-minute conference gave us the opportunity we needed. She left Thursday night. Friday afternoon I drove Charlotte to the short-term apartment I’d booked under a different name. We drove in excited to have some fun outside the house since Stacy wouldn’t be around for the weekend. I was about to step out of my car when my phone buzzed. The building’s management number. “Mr. Hale? This is the front desk regarding your reservation.” I stepped away from Charlotte. “What’s the problem?” “There’s been a scheduling error. Your booking was entered for Saturday and Sunday, not Friday and Saturday. I’m very sorry. The unit is currently occupied until tomorrow afternoon.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “You’re telling me