Novels by Enny's pen

Chapter 76: The Last MessageMy father's phone was sitting on the table, and suddenly it felt more dangerous than a weapon.“They want this?” I asked.Thomas nodded.“They know you have it.”Ethan's face was hard. “How?”Thomas shook his head “I don't know.”“Someone followed us.” “No.”Thomas looked at him. “They were already watching me.”The room went silent instantly.I stared at the old phone more than necessary with fear.My father's last connection to the truth was now being used against us.And Lily was being used as the threat.Ethan stepped toward me. “They won't get it.”My eyes met his without intending to.“What if they hurt her?” “They won't.”“You don't know that.” “I know we won't hand them the phone.”Thomas interrupted quietly.“You shouldn't make that decision yet.”Ethan turned toward him.“What?”“If they are willing to threaten your daughter for that phone, then whatever is inside it is worth killing for.”“That doesn't mean we give it to them.”“No,” Thomas said

Chapter 75: Thomas ReedThe location on my phone was not an invitation. It was a warning.BLACKWOOD GROUP HEADQUARTERS.I stared at the message until the letters blurred.“Whoever sent this wants us there,” I said.Ethan took the phone from my hand. “Which means we are not going.”Thomas Reed, who had been sitting silently across the room, suddenly stood.“You have to go.” Ethan looked at him.“No.” Thomas shook his head.“You don't understand.”“Then explain.”Thomas walked toward the window and pulled the curtain slightly.The black car was still across the street.“They want you to believe the danger is outside,” he said. I frowned.“What do you mean?” Thomas turned toward us.“The real danger is already inside Blackwood.”A cold feeling ran through me.“Who?”. “I don't know.”“You must know something.”Thomas hesitated.“I know enough to know that Gerald was right to be afraid.” Ethan stepped closer.“What did my father know?” Thomas looked at him for a long moment.“Your father

Chapter 74 — Someone Is WatchingThe knocking came again.Three hard knocks shook the apartment door.Thomas Reed stood frozen beside the table, his face drained of color.Ethan moved in front of me immediately.“Stay behind me.”I didn't argue.For the first time since this investigation began, I was truly afraid.Someone had followed us here.Thomas looked toward the door.“They know I'm here.”Ethan glanced at Elena.“Is there another exit?”Thomas nodded quickly.“The kitchen leads to the back stairs.”“Then we're leaving.” “No.”Thomas grabbed Ethan's arm.“If you leave through the back, they'll see you.” “Then what do you suggest?”Thomas looked terrified. “Wait.”Another knock came.This time, nobody spoke.Ethan moved toward the door but stopped before reaching it.He looked through the peephole.His expression changed.“What do you see?” I whispered.“A man.” “Do you know him?”“No.”Thomas rushed forward. “Don't open it.”Ethan turned to him. “Who is he?”“I don't know.”“Th

Chapter 73 — The Man Who LeftThe name Thomas Reed had become impossible to ignore.It followed us everywhere.It was in my father's old documents, in the Blackwood records, and now in the anonymous warning someone had sent to my phone.Most frightening of all, Thomas Reed was alive.And he was somewhere in London.Ethan sat across from me in Elena's office while she placed several old documents on the desk.“This is everything I could find,” she said.I looked at the first page.THOMAS REED — SENIOR FINANCIAL OFFICER.Below his name was a photograph.A man in his late forties with dark hair, a serious face, and tired eyes.“This is him?” I asked.Elena nodded.“He worked for Blackwood Group for almost twelve years.”Ethan picked up another document.“He reported directly to my father.”“Yes.” “What happened to him?”Elena leaned back.“Officially, he resigned.”“Officially?” Ethan asked.She gave him a look.“You know what that usually means.”Ethan scanned the page.“There are no de

Chapter 72 — The Missing FacesThe photograph was proof that someone had gone to great lengths to erase the truth.I stared at it on the table, afraid to touch it again.My father stood in the center of the picture, younger than I remembered him from his final days. His expression was serious, and his eyes were fixed on something outside the frame.But he wasn't alone.Two people stood beside him.Their faces had been removed so carefully that only small pieces of their shoulders remained.“Who would do this?” I asked.Ethan leaned over the table.“Someone who didn't want us to know who they were.”I looked at him.“That doesn't answer the question.”“I know.”He picked up the photograph and examined it under the light.“This wasn't done recently.”“How can you tell?”“The edges of the cuts. Look.”I moved closer.He pointed to the damaged areas.“Whoever removed the faces used something sharp. They didn't tear the picture. They carefully cut away the parts they wanted gone.”I felt a

Chapter 71: Project ThompsonThe words PROJECT THOMPSON — CONFIDENTIAL stared back at me like a warning.For several seconds, I could not move.The old file lay open on the table between Ethan and me, its brown cover faded with age. The room around us suddenly felt too quiet. Even the sound of traffic outside seemed far away.My father's name was printed across the first page.GERALD THOMPSON.My fingers tightened around the edge of the table.“He knew,” I whispered.Ethan stood beside me, his eyes fixed on the file.“We don't know that yet.”I looked at him.“His name is here, Ethan. Two weeks before he died.”“I know.”“And your father had this file.”His jaw tightened.“I know that too.”That was the problem.For years, I had believed the worst part of my father's death was the uncertainty surrounding it. I had spent so long wondering what really happened to him, who had lied, and why so many people seemed determined to bury the truth.Now I was beginning to realize that the truth

Chapter 12: Blood and BetrayalElara's POV"Victor!"I screamed at the top of my voice as I sprinted across the foyer, my bare feet slapping against the cold marble as his knees buckled. The stench of blood hit me like a wall—it was so thick.Marcus moved faster than I thought possible, catching Victor under the arms just before his head cracked against the floor. Damien’s voice cut through the chaos like a whip.“Call Dr. Harris. Now!”“You don't have to,” I said, my voice steady despite what was going on in my chest. I dropped to my knees beside Victor, years of medical training snapping into place immediately.The panic receded. The mother in me—the one who had been screaming for her son every waking second—stepped aside. The doctor took over.“Bring me my medical kit. Clean towel and saline. Now!”Guards scattered in every direction. I barely noticed them.Victor’s face was pale, slick with sweat and smeared blood.His pulse fluttered weakly under my fingers, his breathing shallo

Chapter 11 Cracks in the IceElara's povElara’s hands trembled as she held her phone close to her chest, Jordan’s small, shaky voice still echoing in her ears. She desperately wants her baby boy back home.“Jordan…” she whispered, her voice cracking. And suddenly, she broke down into tears. She has been strong for too long. Jordan was all she had. She slid down the wall of the estate’s security room, her knees buckling as weeks of sleepless nights crashed over her. She played the message again, and again, each time Jordan’s frightened words slicing deeper. Victor pretended… tricked me… I’m scared but I’m trying to be brave…“Jordan! My sweet boy,” she cried, rocking forward. Her shoulders shook without control. The phone slipped from her fingers onto the cold floor. She didn’t care. All the strength she had forced herself to hold onto for his sake shattered completely. She was breaking, right there in front of Marcus and the security team.Strong arms wrapped around her before sh

Chapter 10 – Little HeroThe bright headlights of the car came closer. His small legs wanted to run, but he was too tired. The car stopped. A door opened.A tall man stepped out. “Hey, kid? Are you okay?” The man’s voice sounded kind and calm. He smiled gently and bent down so he would not scare the little boy.Jordan hid his face behind his hands. He did not know if this man was good or bad. He thought about Madam Mabel and her mean guards. His heart beat fast. He turned to run into the bushes again.“Wait, Jordan! Don’t run,” the man called. “My name is Victor. Your mummy sent me. She is very worried about you. She asked me to find you and bring you home safe.”Jordan stopped. He looked back slowly. “You know my mummy?”Victor took out his phone and showed a picture. It was Jordan’s mummy smiling and holding him when he was a baby. “See? This is your mum, Dr. Elara Voss. She is my good friend. She told me to look for you. Come, little one. Let me carry you. You are safe now.”Jorda

Chapter 9 – The Woman from HellDamien's povI stood in the safe room at my estate, staring at the reports on the table. My hands shook with anger and a mix of unbelief. Victor’s phone. The attack on Elara. Everything pointed to betrayal. But something wasn't right. “Boss,” Marcus said as he walked in. “We have a problem.”“Another one?” I asked.He placed a new folder in front of me. “The woman who took Jordan. We got a clear photo from a street camera near the drop point.”I opened the folder. The moment I saw her face, my blood turned cold. Long dark hair. Sharp eyes. That elegant smile I remembered from my childhood.It was her.My stepmother. Mabel Blackthorne.She was supposed to be dead. Killed in a car explosion ten years ago. We buried an empty coffin because the body was too burned to identify. My father had mourned her. Or at least pretended to.“She survived,” I whispered.Marcus looked shocked. “You know her?”“She was my stepmother. Everyone thought she died.” I sat d

Chapter 8 – The Enemy WithinElara’s povaThe screech of tires shattered the silence of the empty street, slicing through the night.I lost my grip on the steering wheel.“What the hell is happening?” I screened in fear, pulse hammering in my ears.A massive black SUV cut sharply in front of me. I slammed on the brakes, tires trying to resist. Before I could even shift into reverse, another vehicle boxed me in from behind.I got trapped. The SUV’s doors burst open. Three men charged toward my car, moving with so much speed. One raised his arm—metal glinting under the streetlights.A gun.Fear flooded my veins. I tried to reach for my phone, my fingers trembling, but headlights suddenly flooded the scene from the opposite direction. Several dark vehicles roared in at high speed.Gunfire erupted.The attackers froze mid-stride. Figures in tactical black poured from the new arrivals—Damien’s security team. The kidnappers opened fire first, turning the quiet street into a battlefield.I

Chapter 7 – Enemies Forced TogetherDamien's pov I've built an empire, made a name for myself, and have men under my control. But right now, nothing of that matters . The only heir I have has been taken by someone and every attempt to find him is failing. My son disappeared without leaving a single trace.The thought alone made it hard to breathe.I stood in the middle of my office while everyone waited for my next order."There is no limit," I said coldly. "Use every resource we have."Marcus nodded."Yes, boss.""I don't care how much it costs.""I want every private security company working for me.""They've already been contacted.""The police?""They're searching.""The FBI?""I've spoken to two contacts. They're joining the investigation."I looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window.New York stretched before me, bright and alive.Somewhere in that city...Someone had my son.The fear in me had increased especially because the person hadn't called to request for a ransom."