Novels by Karty Perry

"What’s that?" Olive asked, her voice quiet but steady as she stared at the phone. Her eyes weren’t puffy like before, and though her mood was far from cheerful, the tears had mostly stopped. There was still an ache in her chest, but the storm had passed—at least for now.Raymond didn’t answer immediately. He just handed her the phone, his expression unreadable.Curious, Olive took it from him and looked at the screen. Her breath hitched.It was a photo gallery.Photos of a house. Not just any house, but a breathtaking one. Modern yet warm. Big glass windows. A wrap-around porch. White walls with soft grey stone accents. A flower garden with bright tulips and roses. It looked like something out of a dream.She blinked slowly, her fingers swiping through the photos as if her mind needed help believing what her eyes were seeing.“It’s beautiful,” she managed to say, voice hoarse but honest.Raymond gave a faint nod. “I had it built for you.”Olive looked up, startled. “For me?”He smile

"You say you want to heal... what about me?" Raymond asked, his voice low and raw. His eyes were red, not from anger but from pain. "Don’t I need healing too?"Olive stood a few feet from him, clutching her luggage like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. Her lips quivered, but she said nothing."Dear, you need to listen to me," Raymond pleaded.More tears slipped down Olive's cheeks, her chest rising and falling with every shallow breath. Her eyes looked empty, lost in a world full of pain. Raymond stepped forward, his voice softer now."Or did I do something wrong too?" he asked.She shook her head gently, not trusting her voice to hold. Slowly, she dragged her luggage closer to herself."You can’t tell me it’s nothing, Olive," Raymond said, walking to where she stood by the door. The desperation in his tone made her lips tremble. "Why? Please, just tell me why."He reached out and gently took her hands in his. Her skin was cold. She was trembling, but she didn’t pull away.

"You can go look for her in the prison."Those words hit his grandfather like a slap."Prison?"The old man’s eyes widened, his face twisting in disbelief. His lips trembled as he pointed a shaky finger at Raymond."You took Mia to prison? On what grounds? Are you mad? You... you unfilial son!"Raymond didn’t flinch. His jaw tightened as he stood straight, chest rising with anger."You foolish grandson! You’re no different from your father!" the old man shouted, his voice echoing through the house.Raymond’s voice rose with pain. "Do you even care what Olive and I suffered because of Mia? Do you know what we’ve been through?""You think I care?" the old man scoffed."You’ve never cared about this family. All you care about is your company—profit, power, prestige. Huh? Answer me!"Raymond stepped forward, eyes blazing."I’m not surprised you don’t care. You’ve always been blind to everything but control. But don’t you ever compare my father to me. Respect the dead, old man.""Raymond,

“Okay, we’ll be there in a few minutes.”Raymond ended the call and slipped the phone into his pocket. His sharp eyes turned to Mr. Stones, who stood quietly in the corner, head low, avoiding his gaze.“You can leave now,” Raymond said, his voice calm but firm.Mr. Stones didn’t speak. He simply nodded slightly, turned around, and walked out. His footsteps were slow. He now regretted not telling Raymond earlier what he had been going through at the hands of Mia. He thought he could handle it himself, but he was wrong. By the time he realized nothing could be done, his daughter was already dead.Daniel, who had been standing silently all this while, stepped forward. His face was emotionless, but a part of him felt sorry for Mr. Stones.“Sir… what do we do now?” he asked, his voice low and uncertain.Raymond didn’t look at him at first. He stared ahead, his jaw clenched. Then he finally spoke, his tone cold and steady.“We’re taking them to prison.”“But sir… we shouldn’t have taken the

"Who's that?" Raymond asked, eyes narrowing as he stared at Daniel up and down.His assistant shifted uneasily. "Sir... it's Mr. Stones. He’s been working closely with Mia. We just found out—Mia had his family held hostage all this while. She used them to control him."Raymond’s breath caught in his throat."Last year..." the assistant continued, voice low, "his only child died. A six-year-old girl. She didn’t get proper food or care. They starved her, sir. And now, his wife… she’s not the same. The assistant went on, “his wife broke down. Mentally, emotionally—she hasn’t recovered. She hasn’t spoken a full sentence in months. She screams at night. Wanders the house in her daughter’s clothes. It’s bad, sir.”Raymond turned away and gripped the edge of the desk, grounding himself. His knuckles turned white. “Why didn’t Me stones say anything?”His initial thoughts were to have him jailed but now he's having a change of mind."After the girl died, Mr. Stones tried to resign," the assist

“No, Kain! You can’t do this to me!” Mia screamed, her voice shrill with panic. You could hear the fear in her tone, like someone whose hand was about to be placed on a burning flame.Kain was still crouched on the ground, his hand gripping the gun tightly. His face—twisted with pain and rage—was soaked with sweat. His finger trembled slightly on the trigger as he stared up at her. He felt no remorse for what he was about to do.“I never loved you,” he spat bitterly, his voice low and hollow. “All I ever wanted was your money… and the documents—just like my sister said. But you never gave me anything. Seems you were bad luck after all.”Mia’s face twisted even more as she shook her head. “No… no, Kain, you’re confused. You’re letting them manipulate you. We had something real—”Kain laughed. A broken, cold laugh that echoed with bitterness.“Real? You call that real? I traced Olive from the day she arrived in New York. Remember that? You made sure she had no home. You blocked every ap