Harwin Strong Death Novels & Stories

I murmured, my eyes fixed on him, “Bianca said something to me once, that you’d do anything to protect what’s yours. Even kill for it.” He chuckled. “You talk like her now. She always had a wild imagination.” I leaned forward. “Is that what you call what happened to Harold? Her imagination?” The color drained slightly from his face. “What do you mean?” “Oh come now, Nathan. You don’t strike me as a fool. You were Harold’s right-hand man, the next in line to take over by marriage. Then suddenly, he gets sick, very sick, and within months, he’s gone.

Harvey had always been ambitious but pessimistic, he would always complain about the future of Fontaine Global and I was willing to risk everything to make it flourish. When the company finally got its foot on track, I got tossed aside for my best friend. Pathetic. "Oli? Olivia? Olivia!” I flinched when Warren hijacked me from my thoughts. I turned to him with my eyes widened, my lips pressed in a thin line. "If we want to destroy Harvey, we need evidence and the most concrete one is the CCTV footage of how you were pushed to your death,” Warren said as my lips slowly parted. He knew I was pushed. I didn't have to tell him and he knew already?

“Let your mind be at rest. I will take it from here.” Harwin set his leather bag on the side table and opened it. He had come prepared with a will. It had been drafted a long time ago in case of any emergency. This time was different though. After his wedding to Roxanne,he had the will updated. But the final clause was not there. “As you are aware, everything you own will go to your wife, Roxanne Sebastien in the event of your death. That includes some controlling shares in Curl, CurTech, Bellamy Couture holdings, and all trusts and properties which are listed and not listed.” Harwin said softly.

What if her mother had really been suffering all these years? Harvey didn't say anything more after that. Claiming he was a little tired, he asked Jenny to go out and call all the Spade family members in. Jenny did as she was told and sat on a long bench outside the ward, watching all the Spade family members enter the room. Soon after, she heard crying coming from inside the room. Regardless of how genuine the cries were, Jenny knew one thing: Harvey had passed away. When she raised her head, she saw Christopher walking out of the room, calmly making arrangements. He seemed out of place among the other grieving family members.

Before I can help myself, I free one hand from under Reha and grab his chin the way Luke always used to do to me. “Tate…” I say, my voice serious. “I’m only telling you this because I know what he meant to you. But Harlow, he wasn’t a good man even though you hold him up high. Honestly his days were numbered, it was just a matter of who got to him first. I’d just gotten word not long before the charity ball. He’s dead, Angel confirmed it,” he says, his eyes nervous. My jaw falls, and I stare at him in complete disbelief.

Harvey never expected that it was Elara who had arranged for Dawn to meet her that night. That same night, Elara had been with him, being warm and affectionate. The comfort of her embrace had dulled his senses. By the time he came to his senses, he had already missed Dawn's call. The wealthy young man responsible for her death had been linked to multiple violent crimes. Many had died at his hands. He was then executed last year due to pressure from the Fisher family. A life for a life. But Dawn was never coming back. Harvey clenched the old phone tightly in his hand and dialed his assistant.

“Harold Calhoun.” _Silence. Doorway. 6:25 PM._ Calhoun. _Thump-thump. Thump-thump._ 104 BPM. “Reese’s Dad,” Harold said. Before Adrian could speak. Before I could stand. “I know. I know what he did. I know what you did. I’m not here for trouble.” _Silence._ “I’m here because he died,” Harold said. “3 days ago. December 22nd. Infection. From the… from prison. He never woke up. Not really. Not after July.”

She was indeed beautiful. "Earlier hours of this morning at exactly 2:30 am, a shocking report was made from the hospital. The murder of Mr. Winston Harvey owner of the Swinda AgroChem Abode Ltd." She paused for a bit, then continued. "He was reported to have been admitted and confined to a hospital bed due to the injuries and fractures he sustained during the incidence of thugs attack at the inauguration of the new Lady Winston's brige." April said. "His death leaves us breathless as the doctors confirmed that he was on his way to getting meliorate.

He did not realize that Harvey had constantly been disrespecting the Indians and Joseph since he arrived in Flutwell. It was only natural for the John family to be at a disadvantage going against him. After all, the outsider, Harvey, was quite an enigmatic man. Right as Gavin was scheming with more plans, Elliot John walked in with a thin and long cigar in his mouth. He seemed pretty delighted at that moment. “We did it! “We did it, Father! Elliot was utterly excited. “We just got word! Freddy Garcia’s dead! That b*stard, Harvey, killed him!