Novels by Enhui

"Security," Vivian commanded, a cruel, victorious smirk stretching across her face. "Escort my son's extortionist out of our building. And if she resists... call the police."The two heavy-set security guards standing by the mahogany doors took a step forward.They didn't make it to the second step.Raphael moved faster than anyone anticipated. He stepped squarely in front of Claire, his broad shoulders completely shielding her from the rest of the room. The dark, murderous energy rolling off him was absolutely suffocating."Take one more step toward my wife," Raphael’s voice was a low, lethal vibration, "and I will personally make sure you never find work in this city again."The guards froze instantly. They looked nervously at Mr. Davis, completely unwilling to test the billionaire's threat.Claire didn't cower. She didn't hide behind her husband.She took a deep breath, silencing the frantic panic in her chest, and stepped out from behind Raphael's arm. She lifted her chin and look

The glass doors of Kingston Corporation parted perfectly as Raphael and Claire walked into the towering lobby.They looked like a corporate power couple straight out of a magazine. Raphael wore a sharp, custom-tailored black suit, his injured arm finally out of its sling, though he still moved it carefully. Claire walked right beside him, radiating confidence in a sleek, navy-blue blazer and matching trousers.Every head in the lobby turned. Whispers followed them all the way to the executive elevator."They are definitely staring," Claire muttered, keeping her eyes forward."Let them stare," Raphael said smoothly. He reached out and laced his fingers through hers. "They are looking at the woman who owns my heart, and halfway owns this company."Claire smiled, squeezing his hand. Last night in the cabin had changed everything. The fear was gone. They were a united front.The elevator doors opened on the top floor.Ethan was waiting for them. But instead of his usual lazy smirk, the yo

Claire zipped her small travel bag shut with a sharp, decisive pull.She turned around, placing her hands on her hips. "Are you going to stare at me the entire time I pack, or are you actually going to put your own clothes in a bag?"Raphael was leaning against the bedroom doorframe, a cup of coffee in his good hand. He was wearing his dark sweatpants and a simple black t-shirt, looking entirely too relaxed for a man who was supposed to be preparing for corporate warfare."I am packing," Raphael said, taking a slow sip of his coffee. "I'm packing mentally.""That is not a thing," Claire laughed, walking over to him. She took the coffee mug out of his hand and took a sip for herself. "You just threw a pair of socks into an empty duffel bag and called it a day.""I’m the CEO, sweetheart. I delegate," Raphael smirked, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement. "Besides, I like watching you walk around the room. You look happy."Claire paused, the coffee mug hovering near her lips.She reali

The next morning, the heavy California rain had completely washed the sky clean.Claire woke up to the smell of burning toast.She blinked, rolling over in the massive king-sized bed. Raphael wasn’t beside her. The sounds of clattering pans echoed from the small kitchen down the hall.Claire couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped her. The ruthless billionaire CEO was currently losing a battle with a toaster.She threw the thick duvet off her legs, grabbed her robe, and walked out of the bedroom.Raphael was standing in the kitchen, aggressively scraping a piece of blackened sourdough toast with a butter knife. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt, his hair sticking up in every direction."You know," Claire said, leaning against the doorframe, "you can just throw that piece away. We have an entire loaf."Raphael jumped slightly, dropping the butter knife into the sink with a loud clatter. He turned around, looking entirely caught."It's salvageable," Raphael grum

Sunlight peeked through the gaps in the heavy curtains, casting a warm glow across the king-sized bed.Claire woke up slowly. For the first time in an entire week, there was no immediate spike of adrenaline. There was no frantic mental check of her lies. The heavy, suffocating weight that had been sitting on her chest was completely gone.She rolled over.The right side of the mattress was empty. The sheets were cool to the touch.Claire sat up, rubbing her eyes. She grabbed her thick robe and walked out of the bedroom.The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the cabin. Raphael was standing in the kitchen, leaning against the marble counter. He was wearing dark sweatpants and a simple gray t-shirt. His sling was resting on the stool next to him.He had a phone pressed to his ear, his voice dropping into the low, commanding tone of the Kingston CEO."I don't care what the board thinks, Ethan," Raphael said coldly. "Strip her security clearance to the top floor. Change the vault codes

Claire stopped breathing. The crackle of the fireplace suddenly sounded deafening in the dead silence of the cabin.She stared into Raphael’s dark, intense eyes. She looked for the confusion. She looked for the blank, terrified stare of a man whose reality had just been violently shattered.But it wasn't there. His gaze was completely steady."You..." Claire’s voice was barely a squeak. She pulled her face out of his hands, scrambling backward on the rug until she hit the edge of the coffee table. "What did you just say?"Raphael let out a heavy, ragged sigh. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, ignoring the sharp flare of pain in his chest. He looked at her with absolute, unfiltered honesty."I know about the divorce, Claire," Raphael said quietly. "I know about the fight. I know you packed your bags."Claire’s brain entirely misfired. The room started to spin."But the doctor," Claire stammered, her hands gripping the edge of the table so hard her knuckles turned whit