Novels by Aghedo Victory

The night air was thick with tension, winding itself around Wellington Holdings like an invisible noose. Ronald Wellington sat in his private office, a glass of whiskey in his hand, staring out at the city lights winking in the distance. His sharp, chiseled profile in the glass was as enigmatic as ever, but the pressure weighing on his mind was more than normal.Behind him, Catherine was lounging on the leather couch, legs elegantly crossed, her own drink untouched on the table before her. Her perfectly manicured fingers tapped gently against the armrest, a rhythm of impatience."We need to talk about Axel," she said at last, shattering the silence.Ronald did not turn around. He sipped his drink slowly, letting the liquor burn its way down his throat before he spoke. "What about him?Catherine's lips tightened. She had expected that response. Unemotional. Detached. Cold. As always."You know perfectly well what about." Her voice acquired a slight edge. "He's coming of age, Ronald. An

Amelia lay back on the darkened hotel suite, exhaustion settling on her shoulders like a ton of bricks. The battles of the day had been a string—entering Wellington Holdings, stunning her enemies, and having her place at the table. But for all that she did, there was one thing that could properly heal her heart.Her son.She drew a deep breath, grasping for her phone, and dialing the sole number that had provided her any warmth in this icy war.It rang only twice before there was a small, bubbly voice calling out in her ear."Mommy!"A soft smile smoothed Amelia's lips, the rough exterior of her face giving way to a vulnerability she rarely exhibited."Jake, baby. How was your day?""Good! Nanny Melissa took me to the park, and I swung on the swings! But I wished you were here, Mommy."Her chest ached at the longing in his voice. "I missed you too, sweetie. So much. I'll be home soon, okay?""Really?" His voice was full of hope."Really," she lied, striving to keep her own voice even.

The executive level of Wellington Holdings was empty at this late hour. The soft murmur of the city beyond the glass windows was the only accompaniment to the tension that existed between Ronald and Amelia.The office dinner arranged with Ronald had lost its warmth by now, yet neither of them had touched the food on his plate. The subject of their conversation had deviated from office matters, lost halfway between the past and the present, between space and something unsaid.Ronald leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming lightly against the polished wood of his desk. His sharp blue eyes never left Amelia, watching, calculating. She had changed—become a woman of fire and steel—but he wasn’t sure whether that fire would warm him or burn everything in its path."You’ve certainly made an entrance," he mused, a smirk ghosting over his lips.Amelia's eyebrow rose, and she picked up the glass of wine that had not been touched. "Did you think I'd stay in the shadows, then?""No." His voice

The mood in Wellington Holdings had altered. The tension from Amelia's coup persisted, but fixed as that tempest was, there was something else simmering beneath the surface—tangible but undeniable.Ronald Wellington sat in his office, tapping his fingers lightly against the glass surface of the table. His mind should have been on the firm, on the new battle Amelia had initiated against him. And yet, his mind had failed him. Again.Her voice.Her eyes.The way she stood before the board, unwavering.Four years had gone by, but it was as if she had never left.And here she was now—his opponent, his equal. And for the first time in his entire life, Ronald felt something foreign. Something dangerous.A chink in his armor.A flaw he should not possess.His jaw flexed as he released the breath, dispersing the illusion. He was master of every emotion, every impulse, every weakness. Amelia would not be the one to break that.Not again.Not ever.The rap on the door snapped him back to conscio

The corridors of Wellington Holdings buzzed with tension. News of Amelia's return had already spread like wildfire within the company. Employees grumbled under their breath, directors scrambled to make adjustments, and even the most seasoned board members were left dazed.Amelia sat in Jake's vintage grand office, her fingers running along the rim of the desk in a soft caress. The air was heavy with the scent of expensive wood polish and leathered wear, a bitter reminder of the heritage she now possessed.This room yelled Jake Wellington.But it belonged to her now.She took a deep breath, letting reality seep in. Jake never questioned her, not even when no one else did. He left her this kingdom, not out of charity, but as a provocation."Make them beg, Amelia. Make them regret the day they underestimated you."His voice lingered with her, a past echo.A. rap at the door broke into her daydream. She didn't have to ask who it was."Care to come in?" she suggested.Marson did, his usual

The room was thick with air, stifling under the enormity of Amelia's declaration."I went back to reclaim what is mine."The conference room remained mired in heavy, stifling silence. The weight of Amelia's statement continued to hang heavy in the air, immobile and dense. Faces once so certain of their rightness now twisted with outrage, shock, and disbelief.Ronald Wellington didn't budge, his scorching blue eyes locked onto Amelia. His stance was rigid, but there was a menacing piercingness to his look—a warning, a threat. In front of him, Catherine's rage was contained by a thread, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white.Beatrice, however, was the first to get her words out. She leaned forward, her immaculately manicured nails tapping on the table, her face deliberately composed despite the rage simmering beneath the surface."This is absurd," she said slowly, her voice restrained but laced with venom. "There is no way Jake would leave all his money to. to you."Am