Edgar's Relentless Pursuit Novels & Stories

Something far mor striking than anything. ‘this is it.’ I thought, doing my best to relax. Calm my mind. ‘This is it, Alina.’ Things were finally getting serious and real. To distract myself, “Ms. Vega,” I faced her, “I will...i will definitely follow your advice, Ms. Vega.” I said to her, smiling. Ish. “I’ll be careful, selective, free and- "Eden??" I paused right there. Staring at where she had brought me. The elevator doors open.

Alpha wrote letters to Hugo regularly, though he knew that he not living nor dead anymore, but he still wanted him to know what he was going through, where Hugo would impatiently wait for it, for the only day that was given to him fortnightly, just to kill him again, to make him endure the pain, even more, he would wait for Alpha's response eagerly, where he was fine with the death that comes after it. Alpha found Edward soon, who had become a co-merchant in that time, and was working hard to earn a living.

“And if I say yes, Chassie? What then?” “I’m totally thinkin’ we have a gunfight in the street to determine who’s tough enough to win Trevor’s affections,” she said lightly. That brought a slight smile. “You are a smartass.” “And you are avoidin’ the question, amigo.” “Jesus, do you know how hard it is to look at you and answer that question?” “No harder than it is to look you in the eye and ask it.” “Touché.” Edgard picked at the label. “Do I love him? That’s what I came here to figure out. Or if I’d given so much importance to the memory of him—to the memory of us—that I wasn’t able to move on.”

I jerked my eyes up at him, staring at his tall figure with my head raised high while I struggled to keep my voice from cracking due to the great heat I felt eating up my skin. I needed to sound firm. If that's what it takes to keep him away from the trouble looming around with his law-breaking motive. However, Edgar seems not to be backing down. I bet the man before me has never given in to an argument in his entire life, judging by the firm look plastered over his face. “Exactly,” he breathed out, a visible frown clinging to his face. Sensing my agility failing me as Edgar's figure stood over my shadow, I gulped an invisible lump down my throat. Can I possibly win against this determined f

Edgar was a powerful man, so calling the police was not an option. As her panic escalated, the door suddenly swung open. Edgar strode in, his presence commanding and menacing. He had dismissed Declan, leaving Shelia at his mercy. Edgar approached her slowly, his voice a low growl. "I never thought you'd still dare to betray me," he said, grabbing her hair and forcing her down to the floor. She cried out in pain and fear. "Mr. Odom, I'm sorry. Please, spare me." "You should never, ever have tried to find Juan," Edgar snapped, pressing Shelia's face against the cold, hard floor.

He swore to take revenge on Gaetano for insulting his wife. He sauntered toward her with his long strides. His jaw locked as he looked down at her. Slipping his arms under her body, he took her close to him. He glanced down at her. He was imagining her to celebrate with her friend at the thought of getting rid of him. Her tears caught him off guard. She didn't allow him to consummate the wedding. He wanted to strangle his father. He was compelled to do this engagement. "The helicopter is reaching in two minutes," Romero said, shoving his hand in his pocket.

But for Lilia, none of that mattered. Her eyes were fixed on the painting—the last item of the night. "Horizon’s Lament," a masterpiece by Elian Devereux, the last work from the renowned artist before his untimely death. She had spent months studying it—memorizing every brushstroke, tracing the artist's intentions in catalog prints, and immersing herself in its history. This was more than just a painting. It was her last connection to something pure, something untouchable. And tonight, she was determined to win it.

The urge to care for the boy, to protect him, was becoming impossible to ignore. Liam sat there for a long time, his chest trembling violently. He knew Evanka would hide the child from him. It was obvious in the fear she showed every time they met. And that realization only convinced him further. Evanka was hiding something. Liam slowly clenched his fists. “If you think I’ll back down, you’re wrong.” His voice hardened with determination. “I’ll find you, Evanka Collins. No matter what it takes.” He started the engine again, fully determined not to return to Canterbury before uncovering the truth.

Eden completely snapped, his entire body going rigid as though struck by lightning. Only then did he finally realize that I could hear his thoughts. I knew he was a transmigrator. I knew about the system. “Y-You…” The final trace of disguise shattered in his eyes, revealing the twisted monster underneath. “You bitch! You fucking bitch!” Despair and madness devoured the last shred of his sanity. “If you know everything already, then you can die with me!” Eden lunged up from the snow, trying to drag me toward the small chapel nearby and force the ceremony to happen through sheer violence.

She froze staring with both widened eyes “You again?” The man raised his head, he removed his face cap as his eyes met Celine's “Runaway debtor.” He roared. The delivery guy was Erickson, he loves doing part-time jobs just to avoid home. Erickson forces himself in and took a seat. “Wow, you own this empire yet you refused to pay me?” Celine shuts her mouth “Why do you keep stalking me? First, you were a taxi driver. Later on, an actor and now a delivery guy. Like seriously? What's your aim, mister?”