Joshua Ward House Novels & Stories

The day had finally come to an end. Joshua had planned to take his father to the hospital for his appointment with the doctor, so he made sure everything was ready before escorting him to the parking lot. Once they reached the car, Natasha, who had accompanied them, handed Joshua Harthwore's medication before waving goodbye to her husband. He smiled and waved back before getting into the car.

Awkward. That was the exact word to describe the happenings in Joshua's house. After hearing from Raymond about what Julia had said to him, he had tried his best never to cross paths with her within the house. They were hardly in each other's company and Joshua had relocated into the spare room. Now that was the sudden definition of awkward "Avoiding me won't solve anything you know." her voice startled him just as he was about to walk out of the house. That was the first time they had spoken in almost a week thus ever since he found out

The two men stepped aside, giving Josh space to step out of the limousine. Josh, with a mix of curiosity and caution, stepped outside the car. His eyes widened in shock as he gazed at the grandeur before him. In the darkness, the headlights of the limousine illuminated an enormous mansion that seemed to stretch into the night. The mansion was a breathtaking sight, with towering columns and luxurious architecture. Rafael exited the car behind Josh and gestured toward the mansion. "Welcome to your new home, Josh. This is the de la Cruz family estate."

"Mister Josiah, how far did you think you could go by forcing a woman to stay by your side using your power? If I were you, I wouldn't have done something so low and barbaric." "Low? I'm guessing you haven't seen enough, have you?" Josiah still looked calm and composed. He then said to Mister Wesley, "Throw him out of the hospital and don't ever let him step foot into the hospital again." He then walked away without even looking back. "Yes, Sir," Mister Wesley responded. Zade flinched. He had forgotten that the hospital was owned by the Shelby Group. "Sir, do you want to walk out of here on your feet or should I get someone to throw you out?" Mister Wesley asked.

Joshua's incident started everything. The house where Joshua had died was a private residence. It was unknown how the client got the news that Joshua had died in his house. He was so angry that he came to ask for compensation from Haick. According to the client, someone had died in his house so he couldn't live there anymore and Haick had to buy his house according to the market price. Otherwise, he would file a lawsuit against Haick Design. In fact, I could relate to the client after all, a person had died in his new house so it was understandable he couldn't live there.

“I don’t know where Marcus is right now.” I did not react. “Right now is a convenient phrase.” “He moves,” Joshua said quickly. “He doesn’t stay still. But there’s an estate. End of the city. That’s where he goes when things get bad. When he wants to disappear.” My pulse kicked harder. “Where.” Joshua rattled off the location in a rush. “It’s fortified. Private security. Cameras everywhere. That’s all I know. I swear.” Joe leaned closer, eyes narrowing. “Swear all you want. You’re coming with us.”

“In LA, where we were the other night?” “No, near Willowvale, their property. They live there most of the time. LA is just, like, their holiday house. They only live there a few days a week and even less now that the children are at school.” “What?” I whisper. “Are you kidding me?” That mansion is a frigging holiday house. “Joshua works out of LA one day a week and then the other days from home. Adrian is his CEO.” What the hell? “So Adrian runs the company?” I frown.

Ford's earlier arrogance was completely gone, yet he still refused to give up, instinctively searching for Sonya in the crowd. "Which nurse? What did she say?" Isaiah demanded sharply. "Say it to everyone's face. Whispering behind people's backs and stirring things up is a coward's move." Isaiah's expression was terrifyingly dark. His gaze swept over the crowd like a blade before locking onto Sonya, who was trying to shrink away. "Sonya? You again?! I knew something was off earlier. Mr. Stokes, did you hear her say something to you just now?" Ford hesitated.

AUTHOR’S POV "Could you please bring some order to the court?" Lord Wallace, a member of the Werewolf Council and the second in command after Joshua, smacked his staff three times on the ground, and he also infused each strike with a little bit of energy so that it would better alert them to the fact that he was getting bored of listening to them argue with one another. After they had finished their conversation, Mr. Wallace turned his head to have a look at Joshua, who was being quiet and had his attention fixed on Harriet. Joshua was aware that he was being watched, and when he turned around, the two of them made eye contact.

He is more than Javan Roswell’s only son, but for some reason, nobody seems to get that. He spends the ride looking at the countless photos they’ve taken during the night. He doesn’t even remember taking half of them… Back home, Joshua groans at the dirty bottles, cups, and snack bags he sees. He needs to call the cleaning firm and make sure everything is tidy when Javan gets home. But first, he needs to get some aspirin for his headache and take a shower. Walking into his bedroom, Joshua’s eyes immediately fall on his sofa blocking the closed bathroom door. Why the fuck is it–