Slade Wilson Novels & Stories

My eyes were fixed on him, unwavering. “What exactly was that performance you just put on?” I asked, my voice low but laced with warning. I was sure he could see the danger in my eyes. “I’m only looking out for you, dear nephew.” Slade said. But now that we were alone, the arrogance in his tone returned without shame. “Is that so?” I said, tilting my head slightly. “I didn’t know you’d suddenly become so… considerate.” “You know what it means if the killings continue,” he replied. “You can’t hide something like this from the people for long.”

Maya spat, her face reddening with anger as she pointed a finger at me, but I didn't even blink. ​"The man in the limousine is my brother, Cassian Sterling, and the only reason you were allowed to live in that house for the last three years is because I wanted to see how much deeper you could dig your own grave," I countered, looking at Slade as he frantically flipped through the documents, his hands shaking so much that he nearly tore the pages. "I believe you owe me three years of back pay for the coding work I did for Wilder Tech, Slade, along with the interest on the loans I’m foreclosing on today, and since you can't pay the cash, I'll be taking the company and the house instead."

"Slade is clearly going through some things right now. He's confused, vulnerable, making poor decisions. That's why he's fallen for this girl. He's not thinking clearly." "So what do we do?" "We remind him who he really is." Arabella stood up and walked to the window, her heels clicking against the marble floor. "Slade comes from a powerful family. His father is one of the wealthiest men in the state. He has a reputation to uphold, a future to protect. He can't afford to be involved with some random girl who's dragging him into scandal." "But he loves her," Shelly said, her voice cracking. "He actually loves her."