Edgar Valden Novels & Stories

“I-I’m sorry, Master Almeida, I don’t know what you-” “Who…are you?” he asked again. “It is a simple question.” “I…am Valene, a vassal of the Alpha, Alastair Wade, and-” “No,” he took yet another step closer. I started to take a step back when I remembered the last time I took a step away from an Inhuman. It nearly cost me my life. “I want to know…who you really are, vassal.” “Well, I am afraid I do not have an answer for you, Master Almeida,” I confessed. “As I am not even sure of my own origin.”

Debra said. She was not making up things. It was something she picked up from a tabloid in her past life. Initially, due to the tragic love story between Edgar and Jade, Edgar's image as a deeply loving man gained significant popularity. However, some tabloids dug into his past and exposed the existence of Oscar. She had the chance to read that article, which was written very convincingly. It detailed how Edgar caused Kolton's death to secure his position, including testimonies and physical evidence.

Her pictures when she was on the beach, drinking a whole bottle of champagne flashed on the screen. “—Valentine Valencia–Fajardo, the CEO William Fajardo’s wife, met her long-lost brother last night. A huge background story hid between the two siblings, whatever it was, it had caused a scene during her wedding reception. Our team contacted her brother, Vaughn Valencia, who insisted only to speak through the call.”

Bernard raged, “You piece of shit! You signed your own death warrant. Guards! Throw him into the river and drown him!” Everyone was frightened. Edgar felt a shiver run down his spine. He hurriedly said, “Wait! I am the CEO of Pegasus International, Edgar Shepherd. I’m associated with Lord Lex Gunther of Thousand Miles Conglomerate. You can’t do this to me!” As he finished his words, Bernard slapped his face. Slap! “Do you think that Lord Gunther will bother to help you? Drown him!” said Bernard. Edgar panicked and he dropped on both knees pleading, “No, please! I was wrong, I apologize! Let me compensate you, Mr. Bernard. Master... Master Alex, please just give me a chance, I’d owe you a big

"Grandfather Edgar, I'll get you your favorite tea. Lylah, fetch it for me." Lylah's eyes flashed with resentment, but she knew better than to defy Roselyn now. She forced a nod and left the room, her anger festering. Grandfather Edgar Valtor's arrival radiated warmth, his eyes shining with affection as he gazed at Roselyn. "My dear, lovely Roselyn, granddaughter of my dear late friend, Michael Carson." He ignored Malicia and Lylah, his focus solely on Roselyn. "I've missed you so much, Roselyn," Edgar Vallor said, embracing her warmly. "I've come to ensure you're well."

Felipe approached and extended his hand to Edgar, serious yet cordial. “The dead do rise eventually,” he said. “Edgar, how have you been?” Edgar shook the older man’s hand respectfully. “Very well, Mr. Felipe.” Felipe kept his eyes fixed on him, taking in every detail. “So the fighting between you two never ended, even as adults, apparently,” he commented with a hint of irony. “But tell me, Edgar... how are you really? Did you manage to graduate?” Edgar straightened his posture. “Yes, sir. I’m a cardiologist.”