Derek Cromwell Novels & Stories

I take a croquette from the bowl held by a maid and turn to him saying, "I will be there shortly. Thank you for letting me know." He bows and I raise my right hand to signal that he has been dismissed. He leaves as soon as my hand goes down and I take a bit on the croquette I picked. The salty and creamy cheese in it melts in my mouth and I savored its flavor up to the last bite. I wipe my mouth off its crumbs and start walking towards the banquet hall.

I didn't want to take money from my brothers or my children but they are stubborn and won't take no for an answer. I was sitting in my office, looking over some papers when the door opened and in walked Mr. Dechart and his men. I immediately stood up out of my chair and tried to find some sort of confidence to stand up and come out with what I have to say. Mr. Dechart sat down in the chair in front of my desk and pointed to my chair which I took. His men stood around him, staring at me with cold emotionless faces. "Where's my money Mr. Romani?" His voice was void of any emotion. The confidence that I somehow conjured up, soon went away as I came to the realization that I was gonna be in big

Abraham asked demandingly. "It was under my order, Abraham." replied Derek. "Really, Mr. Derek? I found it too coincidental that your decision to withdraw my funding was right after my son here was kicked out of a small store in the Diamond Sands... by some insignificant pissant like that piece of trash Oliver Reed." said Abraham. 'I knew it. My perceived reputation preceeds me. No wonder they were so smug walking in.' thought Oliver. "Mr. Derek, Don Charles, I'm sure you are aware that piece of trash Oliver Reed is the same bastard who cheated on his wife and was exiled from the Connors." added Barry.

Derek's words trailed off. My heart skipped a beat. "He really was among the graduands five years ago," Derek said. I sighed, I had really thought he did not study in England, that it was all made up, but... "Miss Leah, there is something you should know," Derek called out to me. "What is it?" I asked. "Chairman Joel was once a professor at Country H University of Business," Derek said. I looked at Derek, "What do you mean? He was once President Axel's professor, and they were very close," Derek confirmed. My grip on the glass tightened. Chairman Joel was once Axel's professor?

Chris asked. Derek exhaled slowly. “Retired CFO. Seventy-two. Lives in Surrey now. He hasn’t been inside Hale Tower in six years.” “And?” “And he asked if we could keep it… discreet.” Derek finally turned, one corner of his mouth lifting without humor. “He said he doesn’t want his name dragged into ‘whatever this is.’” Chris nodded. He stared down at the list on his screen. Names. Percentages. Fractions of ownership that once felt insignificant.

He was a rising force in the North, known for his sharp mind, fearless leadership, and steady growth of his pack’s influence. And yet… I couldn’t place him. Derek took a step closer and smiled gently. “St. Mary’s Elementary. You used to sit behind me in class. You always brought two sets of colored pencils—one for yourself and one for the kid who always forgot his. That kid was me.” My eyes widened. “Oh my Goddess… Derek Miller? The one who cried when we lost the spelling bee because you forgot how to spell ‘caterpillar’?” He laughed again, shaking his head. “I still can’t spell that word without double-checking.”

"I always suspected that you were up to something! How can you betray our cause after all these years?" Lamented Eric. He was disappointed. "Now that you have known my real colour, can you hand over the witch to me? I promise you, we burn her with diligence and ensure that not even one particle of her ash will escape. We will ensure that she is burned down to earth," Derek scorned. He and an army of Revolutionists began advancing slowly, towards where we stood to witness the ugly scenes that were unfolding. No doubt, Derek has revealed his through colour and who he was working for undercover.

Derek knowing full well that Mara was still alive kept acting strange and was angry that after all he did and tried, None of his deeds were able to stop Deon from achieving his selfish goal. Deon celebrated with his men as he made his speech. "You all have done well, you did a very good job and you shall all be rewarded for your good deeds. And as for Evidence, we will talk about him later." He said. "Thank you, boss." They all happily replied and poured a drink into their cups as they all made a toast to their success. "Derek didn't want to be the odd one, he didn't want to be noticed so he had no other choice but to join the celebration. He also poured some drink into his cup and made a to

Gritting his teeth, he said, “I promise. Now tell the name.” “Will you believe if I tell you that your most trusted man Derek planned all this?” His lips curled up with a sly smile. Daniel Brooke’s expression froze, his eyebrows furrowed. He looked away from him and stared at the empty space ahead. ‘Why?’ This was the only thing he wanted to know. Albert was moving towards the chair slowly when he saw Daniel Brooke not paying attention to him. “Are you wondering why Derek did that? I will tell you… He is only following his master’s order. And do you know who his master is?” Albert chuckled mockingly.

"Give me this list. You don't need to return it, right? Is there anything else you want?" Derek looked up, faced her, and spoke frankly. "I want an assistant.” Just as simple as that? Bertha asked. "Who?" "Liam.” Liam? This name sounds very familiar. "What relation does he have to Cadell?" Derek didn't hide it from her. "They are all my subordinates." Bertha's chin was in her hand, her elbow was on her knee, and she tilted her head to watch him. This look of hers is extremely beautiful, her lovely and close features appear before Derek's eyes.