Doctor Jonathan Crane Novels & Stories

Rain still trickled down the windows, soft and rhythmic, as if mocking the chaos that refused to settle inside him. Juliette stood by the window in his office, arms folded, watching the streets below. The city was awake again, unaware of the firestorm ripping through the Thorne empire. The locket now sat in a sealed bag, awaiting further investigation, but the implications of what they had found were already sinking in like a knife between ribs. The door opened. Victor Crane — Damon’s longtime attorney and confidant stepped in with his usual calm demeanor. Silver-haired and sharp-eyed, he had been with Damon since the early days of his father’s reign. He was the one person Damon had never qu

"Hey! That is cold, even for you, Knight! Don't ruin my reputation in front of your wife!" The elegant man set down the teapot and offered a graceful smile. "Alexander. Mrs. Knight." His voice matched his demeanor—smooth, refined, and perfectly modulated. Alexander rested his arm naturally across the back of my chair. "Soren Crane. He is a surgeon." "Dr. Crane," I greeted him with a polite nod. The eldest son of the Crane family—a medical dynasty that had reigned for over a century. They were the titans of the healthcare world. No wonder he carried himself with such effortless authority.

“What about your relationship with Lydia Crane? Did you know she was committing fraud?” He stops. Turns. The camera zooms in on his face. “Ms. Crane’s actions are her own.” His voice is flat. Professional. “Sterling Holdings conducted proper due diligence. We’re cooperating fully with authorities.” He looks directly at the camera for a moment. Something flashes in his eyes. Pain, maybe. Or guilt. Then he’s gone. Disappearing into a black SUV. I close my laptop. The apartment is too quiet. Harper’s asleep in her room. Everyone’s asleep except me.