Finance Novels & Stories

Cole McKnight is a disciplined, bodyguard hired by Senator Richard Irwin to protect his 23 years oldson, Ashton, after he begins receiving threats. Cole's impression of Ashton just another rich kid living off his father's money. But small moments reveal Ashton's depth and intelligence, Cole finds his professional mask slipping. When Cole is forced to move into Ashton's house for round-the-clock protection, the tension becomes unbearable. Charged conversations and stolen moments build a connection neither can deny. Cole is terrified not just of his job, but of the senator's power and what he could do to destroy Cole if he discovered his bodyguard had crossed the line. Everything changes when Marcus, Cole's contact and trusted ally, reveals the truth: the threats aren't random. Senator Irwin is involved in campaign finance fraud, embezzlement, and money laundering at the highest levels. The threats are leverage a way to keep him compliant. And Ashton is the point. Cole and Ashton flee to a safe house, their forced proximity finally breaking Cole's resolve. They become intimate, but the moment is shattered by armed attackers. Cole kills the intruders, but one injures Ashton before Cole takes him down. They ran to safe house not knowing it's compromised from the inside. The betrayal becomes clear in the final chapter: Marcus, the man Cole has trusted for years, has been working for the criminal the whole time He orchestrated every every plan, every moment of danger. When Marcus sends Ashton a photo of his father beaten in an industrial warehouse, he demands Cole bring Ashton to him—alone—or he dies. Cole's is No longer a bodyguard bound by professional ethics, he's a warrior. With Ashton's hand in his and backup secretly in place, he walks toward the warehouse, toward Marcus, toward a confrontation that will determine whether they survive

At the age of ten, Charles loses everything—his memories, his family, and his identity. Found wandering alone after a mysterious incident, he is adopted by the compassionate Chris Lynch family, who raise him as their own. Gifted with extraordinary intelligence and determination, Charles rises from humble beginnings to become one of the youngest and most successful entrepreneurs in City A. Just as he prepares to enjoy the rewards of years of hard work, his world comes crashing down. Five years later, the global business landscape is dominated by a mysterious figure known only as The Alpha, an enigmatic billionaire whose influence extends across finance, technology, shipping, energy, and international politics. His true identity is unknown even to world leaders, yet his decisions shape markets and governments. Behind this carefully guarded persona is Charles, who transformed his greatest defeat into unimaginable power during the years everyone believed he had been broken. Amid the pursuit of justice, Charles finds himself torn between two women. Evelyn, the woman who first captured his heart and never truly stopped believing in his innocence, represents the life he lost. Amelia, the courageous woman who secretly gave birth to his son while he was imprisoned, represents the family and future he never knew he had. With powerful enemies closing in, hidden identities exposed, and a decades-old conspiracy threatening everyone he loves, Charles faces the greatest challenge of his life. To clear his name, protect his family, and uncover the truth about who he really is, he must risk losing everything once again. The Phantom Alpha is an epic tale of betrayal, resilience, redemption, love, and revenge, proving that while a person's identity can be stolen, their destiny can never truly be erased.

My dad's company has gone bankrupt. Because of that, the debt collectors keep turning up on our doorstep for money. They claim that they will break one of Dad's legs if he doesn't cough up the payment in three days. I sink down to my knees and beg my ultra-rich boyfriend, Julian Luther, to lend me 500 thousand dollars for the time being just to resolve Dad's crisis. This is my first time asking for money from Julian. Julian's brows are drawn together in a frown, but in the end, he still agrees to my request. He tells me that the finance department will transfer me the money in the afternoon. My attention is glued to my phone the whole day. I keep refreshing my bank account's balance on my banking app. Just like that, I wait from morning till nightfall. But that's when Julian suddenly goes out of contact. He doesn't pick up any of my calls nor respond to any of my text messages. Anxiety floods my senses the whole time. I keep telling myself that maybe Julian has something urgent to deal with. But my need to save Dad's leg triumphs over everything else. Left without a choice, I can only take the jewelry my deceased mom has left for me to the auction house to get them auctioned away. Unexpectedly, I bump into Julian and his childhood friend, Rachel Bailey, at the auction house. Julian is quick to dump a huge sum of money just to bid for a painting Rachel wants. Ironically, the final bidding price of that painting is 500 thousand dollars. It turns out that he has never forgotten about my plight. It's just that my plight is nothing compared to his crush's love for a painting.

I am born lucky. One can say I'm a money magnet. I'd even win a car when buying a can of soda. The company relies on the numbers I pick to win bids. We go from the brink of bankruptcy to the third-largest company in the city. Then, during a business trip, I casually buy a lottery ticket and win 3,000 dollars. The newly hired finance manager, Owen Pearson, immediately demands that I turn over the entire prize. When I explain that I bought the ticket with my own money, he flies into a rage. "Any profit generated during working hours belongs to the company! Who do you think you are? How dare you refuse to follow company policy? If you win three million dollars after work, that's your business. But if you win three dollars during work hours, that's company property!" I can't be bothered to argue with him, so I call the CEO's fiancée, Macy Sanford. To my surprise, she agrees with him. "He has a point. If the company hadn't paid for your business trip, you wouldn't have had the opportunity to win the lottery in the first place." Owen is even more smug as he orders, "Just hand over the money. The 3,000 dollars will be deducted from your paycheck, and we'll deduct another 30 thousand dollars as a penalty for embezzling company funds. That should teach you a lesson." I tighten my grip on the lottery ticket and say nothing more. One week later, the company participates in the biggest bidding project of the year. Everyone turns to look at me, expecting me to provide the winning numbers. I simply smile and say, "Sorry. I've already resigned. I have no obligation to fill out the bid proposal anymore."

After half a month of nonstop overtime, I secured a contract worth over ten million, pulling the company back from the brink of collapse. My boss, Richard Gray, was overjoyed. At the celebration party, he called me the pillar of the company and announced that he would reward me with a bonus. However, when the end of the month came, and I opened my payslip, I froze. Negative 250 dollars. A negative commission? I actually owed the company 250 dollars? I immediately called the finance department, asking if there was a mistake on my payslip. They replied, "No mistake. This is the cost calculation formula that Mr. Gray personally instructed us to use. He said you'd understand once you saw it." I went straight to Richard for an explanation. He laughed. "The contract that you signed, after factoring in the concessions, upfront resources, and hidden expenses, left the company with a net loss of 150 thousand. Since the loss was due to your personal decisions, you're responsible for five percent. That totals to 7500. "Considering how hard you worked, we deducted it from your base salary first. But your salary wasn't enough, so you still owe the company 250. Don't worry. The company treats its employees well. We'll write that off." Soon after, he awarded 100 thousand dollars to the newly arrived intern. I watched the newcomer, probably connected to Richard, cheerfully treat the entire company to dinner with her bonus, and something inside me just snapped. From that day onward, I did the bare minimum. I clocked in. I clocked out. Nothing more. Later, when a critical project went catastrophically wrong and the company faced a colossal compensation demand, Richard came begging me to fix it. I just smiled and said, "Sorry, Mr. Gray. I've already resigned. If there are any problems, you can ask the intern who got the 100 thousand dollar bonus to handle it."

I gave up on my inheritance right during the time my love for Matteo Rossini ran the deepest. When I was about to leave, Papa looked at me before saying lightly, "I bet that you'll come home in three years." Back then, I didn't take his words to heart. After spending three years overcoming life's hurdles with Matteo, he finally becomes the Don of his family. On the day the inheritance party is to be held, I decide to wear a dress that I've treasured for a very long time but never had the heart to wear. But the moment I walk into the banquet hall, I see Matteo holding hands with a radiant young woman. She's Isabella Ginevra, a popular socialite in the elite society. Isabella flits among the guests charismatically, as though she were the lady of the house. She's capable of engaging in any conversational topic, be it finance strategies or channels to obtain firearms. I try to participate in a conversation, only for Isabella to cut me off with a titter. "I thought you've been spending the past few years being cooped up indoors. It turns out that you know a thing or two about these topics, huh?" Everyone around us falls silent for a brief moment. My expression freezes on my face. Then, I turn to look at Matteo subconsciously. But he doesn't even bother looking my way. Instead, he merely says softly, "We're talking business here, Bianca. You should sit with the other ladies." I clench my fists instantly. But in the end, I opt to not say anything and just walk away. Through the throngs of the guests, I can see Matteo and Isabella chatting animatedly with each other in low tones. For once, Matteo looks relaxed and at ease—an expression that I haven't seen for a long time. Suddenly, I hear a guest remarking, "If someone like Ms. Ginevra were to become the Donna, she'd be of great help to the Don." A chorus of agreements ring out around him. Matteo just smiles in return, though he doesn't deny that remark. In fact, he even toasts to Isabella and drinks to her in front of everyone. That's when I draw to my feet and walk over to snatch the glass out of his hand. "I think so too. In that case, she can have the position as the Donna, then."