Jason Rothenberg Novels & Stories

Jason, with tired eyes and a guarded demeanor, welcomed her inside with a brief nod and a hint of a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Once they were alone in one of the penthouse’s quiet sitting areas, Jason leaned in and said, “I just want to get out tonight—to forget everything and have some fun.” His voice was low, and there was an unmistakable edge of desperation beneath his calm exterior. Rosa looked at him, her gaze softening with empathy. She knew that his words carried the weight of more than just a simple desire to party; they were a plea for escape from the turmoil that had overtaken his life. Sensing that his heart was still heavy with unresolved pain, she agreed to join him

~~PEYTON~~ So here we are, the place around the corner that "doesn't taste like burnt rubber." It’s actually nice. Not "Thorne Tower penthouse" nice, but real nice. The air smells like roasted beans and rain. It’s cozy. It’s safe. I sit with my back to the wall, facing the door. Old habits don't die just because I moved zip codes. Jason weaves through the crowded room, balancing two oversized mugs and a plate of biscotti. He’s wearing a flannel shirt rolled up to his elbows and some cool-looking jeans. He looks like a catalog model for "Hometown Boy Next Door."

William Chen, actively waving at me. When the crowd had thinned, he walked forward and we shook hands. "That was beautiful, dear. Congratulations," he said with a smile. "Thank you so much, sir. You should meet my husband." I gestured to Dorian, and they both shook hands, almost as if they had already known each other. From across the room, Jason hadn’t stopped or buried himself in shame. Instead, the shameless man went about pitching nonsense to people individually. I could tell their irritation from the way they looked at him. All he did was speak ill of Rothschild, hoping he would get some validation. I heard him say to one of the businessmen, "He isn't smart enough, he had to call on his

“The irony.” Jake’s gaze sharpened. “The real gold digger here is Jason. He takes things—good things—things that belong to other people. And he still does it. Look at what he’s doing with the media right now. He can’t stand to see anyone else happy unless he’s the one pulling the strings.” Jake shook his head in disgust. “He’s a damn control freak.”

One early morning. Jason sat at the counter, gazing into the amber liquid in his glass. He looked like a man with nowhere to be, dressed plainly and enveloped by quietness. The bar had no patrons, empty, with just him and the bartender wiping down glasses, and the faint sound of a TV playing last night’s news. His eyes drifted to the screen. The anchor was talking about market shifts, corporate deals, etcetera. A headline crawled across the bottom: Smith Royale in Financial Trouble.

“Jason, you’re already here. Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve been waiting for you.” That single word, “son,” stunned the entire hall. Wendy’s face turned pale. Her lips began to tremble. “Mr. Gaber, who did you say he was?” Calvin looked at her coldly. “Jason is my son and the CEO of Longwind Corp. Is there a problem?” “No way!” Wendy shouted. “Mr. Gaber, everyone in River City knows you have no children. How could he be your son?” The guests whispered again.

she said with shaky hands, but there are tones of reporter's blaring outside of this building. “Mmmm I hate you already” Jason continued, he stood up and walked towards her as if making an attempt to place his hands on her shoulder. “I should have tipped you at the door while coming shouldn't I? “What did you do Jason?! I asked with anger written all over my face. “I might have tipped the reporter's on “ONE OF ROGERS DESCENDANTS WHO VIOLATED OTHERS RIGHT USING HIS POWER” he laughed for a bit and then paused. “Nice caption there isn't it? I'm a witness, oh I'm sorry I meant victim” he continued as he laughed some more.

“I need your help.” That made Calvin raise a brow, “for?” And then I began explaining. How Jason is manipulating Ariana, making her elope with him, leaving the cause out of it. “So, you think with that man being his boss, you'll get the Jason of a guy?” “There has to be a way, shouldn't there?” “Of course.” Calvin clicked his tongue. “It'll work only if Jason has some things up his sleeve.” “Huh?” “Be smart. Robinson is involved in drugs and I'm sure Jason will be..you said he had no job, right?”