Novels by Writter

Title: The Enemy Walks Into the Boardroom Clara's POV Elias’s words hit the quiet penthouse like a gunshot. Nathan Cole just walked into the Hayes board meeting with a folder full of those same photos. I grabbed my phone from his hand and stared at the screen as if the message might change. It did not actually change. Elijah was already moving. He pulled a black jacket from the chair and shrugged it on in one sharp motion. “We are going,” he said. Elias blocked the door with one arm. “The blackmailer said one step outside and the full set goes live. Video included.” “Then we do not step outside as targets,” Elijah answered. “We go as the ones holding the knife.” I looked between them. My pulse hammered in my throat. “If Nathan has the photos in that room, Ethan’s board will see everything. My face. My body. Everything.” Elias’s jaw tightened. “Nathan does not care about the merger. He cares about burning both families at once. This is his opening move.” Elijah already

Title: Locked Doors and Open WoundsClara's POV The black car stayed parked across the street until the sun started to go down. Elias never left the window. Elijah checked every lock twice and set the security system to maximum. I sat on the edge of the large white sofa with my arms wrapped around my knees and watched the city turn gold then purple then black. No one spoke for a long time. The distorted voice from the phone still echoed in my head. Ten minutes. One step outside and the full set goes live. What the heck.Elias finally pulled the heavy curtains closed. “We stay inside tonight. No risks.” Elijah nodded once and disappeared into the kitchen. He came back with three glasses of water and set them on the low table. His eyes found mine. “You need to sleep.” “I will not sleep… I mean, I can't sleep at this point in time.” “You will try.” He held out a hand. “Come on, okay.” I let him pull me up, while Elias stayed by the window even with the curtains drawn, phone i

I stared at the phone in Elias’s hand like it might burn me, while Elijah’s last words still hung in the air. Get Ethan on the phone again. “Right now.” Elias did not waste a second. He hit redial and put it on speaker. The three of us stood in the middle of the bright penthouse living room while the line rang. Once. Twice. Three times. Ethan answered on the fourth. His voice sounded scraped raw. “I told you I would call back.” “You negotiated,” I said before either twin could speak. “You asked for twelve hours to decide if my body was worth more than your deal.” Silence. Then a long exhale. “Clara, it is not that simple.” “It is exactly that simple.” My voice stayed steady even though my hands shook. “Someone filmed me naked in the house you own. They sent the proof to you. And your first move was to bargain.” Elijah stepped closer to the phone, jaw tight. “Answer her, Hayes. Did you already agree to something?” “I bought time,” Ethan said. “That is all. I need to f

The phone felt like it weighed a hundred pounds in my hand. Three photos. My body. My private moments. Moments no one was ever supposed to see. And beneath them, the demand that turned my stomach to ice. These go public in twenty-four hours unless Ethan Hayes agrees to kill the merger. Elijah’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. He had already seen enough of my face to know the message was bad. Without a word he pulled the car over to the side of the road, tires screeching slightly against the curb. Elias turned fully in his seat and took the phone from my frozen fingers. He looked at the screen. His jaw locked so hard I heard the grind of his teeth. Then he passed the phone to Elijah. The silence inside the car became something alive and dangerous. Elijah stared at the photos for a long second. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and rough. “I am going to find whoever did this. And when I do, they will not walk away.” “They want the merger dead,” I said. My ow

The air in the hallway felt too thin. Elijah stood in the doorway of my bedroom like a storm that had decided to take human form. Ethan faced him with his shoulders squared and his fists clenched at his sides. Elias remained slightly behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat of his body. Sophie hovered near the wall, eyes darting between all of us like she was waiting for blood. “You do not get to take my wife out of this house,” Ethan repeated, each word tight. Elijah’s smile did not reach his eyes. “Watch us.” I looked at the shattered pieces of the camera on the floor, then at the phone still in Elias’s hand. The message burned behind my eyes. There are more. The next photos will not stay private. My decision settled in my chest like stone. “I am leaving,” I said. Ethan turned to me so fast it was almost violent. “Clara, you are not going anywhere with them.” “I am.” My voice stayed steady even though my hands had started to shake. “Someone put a camera in

Elias did not wait for me to answer. He already had his phone to his ear as he strode toward the elevator, one hand locked around my wrist like he was afraid I might disappear if he let go. “Elijah,” he said the second the line connected. “Someone has been inside Clara’s room. There is a photo. Private. Taken three nights ago. We are heading back to the Hayes mansion now. Meet us there.” He hung up without waiting for a reply. The elevator doors closed. The silence between us felt heavy. My heart slammed against my ribs hard enough to hurt. That photo had been taken while I was alone, vulnerable, thinking the locked door meant safety. Someone had stood in the dark and watched me. “Who would do that?” I asked, my voice thinner than I wanted. Elias looked at me. His usual calm was gone. In its place was something colder and far more dangerous. “Someone who wants leverage. Or someone who wants to destroy you publicly. Either way, we are going to find out.” The drive back to