Benjamin Stilton Novels & Stories

Jennifer Hudson Finally, Ken returned to Rainwood with some incredible information. But unfortunately, Benjamin had disappeared. Ryan and Ken were convinced that the key to this case lay with Benjamin. However, more than a dozen years had passed, and the police still hadn’t found him; it was as if he’d vanished.

Matteo started, he pulled out another picture from the envelope and dropped it on the table for Spade. He took it and clenched his jaw when he saw who it was "Sullivan Steel, a professional hired assassin, he runs an academy for assassins" Matteo explained but he knew Slade already knew that, Sullivan was one of the people who didn't see eye to eye with Spade, so it wouldn't surprise him if Sullivan wanted him dead, or if he was paid to kill Spade "His men did the shooting didn't they"? He asked and Matteo just nodded, he sighed out heavily

71 THEA It’s Ben. It’s really Benedict Saintclare. When you least expect to see him, that’s when I get to see him out of the blue. I stare eagerly at Benedict and he was also doing the same thing. I couldn’t move, I felt stuck on my seat even though I wanted to leave this pizza place. I’m stuck here, looking back into his alluring bluish-greenish eyes while he doesn’t say a word anymore after greeting me. Honestly?

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

The sound came from the balcony. Slowly, the heavy glass panel slid open, the cool midnight breeze rustling the curtains as Benjamin stood in the center of the dim room. His flawless charcoal suit was completely disheveled—the tie gone, the top three buttons of his white linen shirt ripped open, and his hair uncharacteristically messy. He looked wild, and thoroughly exhausted, his chest heaving in a ragged rhythm as his eyes locked onto mine through the darkness. "Benjamin..." I breathed, my hands instantly clutching the sheets. "What are you doing here? Victoria's security sensors—"

Benedict's icy glare felt like a winter storm, chilling Sabrina to her core. Her heart raced with a mix of fear and heartbreak as she faced him. He was Benedict Thompson, the only heir to the Thompson estates, a man known more for his wild ways than for his business brilliance. At a young age, he became a billionaire and led BMX Estates, a huge architectural firm. Now, he paced angrily in his family’s luxurious living room, each step echoing the thick tension in the air.

If Hunter was meeting someone there, it has to be an important business. Indeed it was. Through the man Enzo left on Hunter's tale, I unearthed that he was meeting a man I've heard quite often about. Jack Stones, a well-known investigator who made it to the headlines for solving many cases. He was the best in his work. So best that he was called a speed demon for getting cases solved ridiculously fast— just hours after taking them on.

I look up from where I'm packing my bag, and my stomach tightens. The man who walks in is not a stranger. Even though I've never met him before, I've definitely seen his face on the news. He looks to be in his early forties but very fit. He's also tall and broad-shouldered, with onyx eyes that look both cold and mesmerizing. As he steps in, he runs his hand through his black hair that has enough silver in it to make him look sophisticated. His name is Dante Vilante, CEO of Vilante's Consortium. He's also the man my family has been desperate to make a deal with for years. And right now, he's walking straight toward me.

Even without seeing Benjamin with his own eyes, Dimitri looks more shaken than Nathaniel. “Have you checked who this Benjamin Brown really is?” Dimitri asks, his voice tense. “Yes,” I nod. “He’s real. Thirty-two… thirty-three, give or take. He lived in Asia for some time and only recently returned. But there’s no real trail before that, just data.” “Oh,” Nathaniel snorts. “Typical rich guy trying to look mysterious. No social media keeps his life hidden. What’s strange is that now he’s suddenly showing himself.”

I think someone has called death upon himself. One of Alantino's men, moved toward the car. The headlights turned off and the car was a very expensive and luxurious one. Rolls Royce. The guy knocked at the window, harshly and after a moment it slid down, revealing a man in fifties...Benjamin. But he was ought to come on Saturday. It was Friday, today. What was he doing in Italy, now? Why didn't he inform me about his early arrival? Before I could say something, the guy started misbehaving with him, obviously unaware of the position of the man, whose collar he held.