Sloane Hargreeves Novels & Stories

"I came here tonight because the public deserves to know the truth. Sloane Mercer, the newly appointed Chief Restructuring Officer, is a fraud. She spent a decade manipulating my division's data, and when I discovered her financial discrepancies, she used her romantic influence over my father, Knox Hartley, to have me terminated and stripped of my inheritance to protect her secrets—" "That is a very compelling narrative, Mr. Hartley." A smooth, slow, and terrifyingly familiar voice suddenly sliced through the studio speakers, completely overriding my sentence. My breath hitched violently in my throat. I froze, my hazel eyes widening in absolute horror as the primary studio monitor screen fla

She rushed it directly to Sloane Pierce. Sloane sat behind her desk, peering through her dark frames with eyes that held the cold calculation of a winter predator. She looked at my history—the years I’d spent away from the hunt while under Blake Turner's thumb. "It’s a pity," Sloane lied, her voice a sharp whistle of wind. "Ava Hart is a relic. She’s too many seasons past her prime to run with our yearlings. Reject her." The scout hesitated. "Shouldn't we run this by the Alpha-Luna? Xanthe seemed interested—"

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

I gestured to their battered, blood-stained clothes. "And make sure you change out of those bloody dresses as soon as we get outside." I turned back to the door, and they fell in step behind me while Kane rushed forward, hauling the heavy garage door up with a groaning shriek of metal. Sloane was standing right outside, leaning against her car. A pretty woman in her own league, with a sharpness in her eyes that could cut glass. We both have this aligned mission of having a bone to pick with old man Dhaval, and well.. who wouldn't want to work with a pretty hacker?

Sloane looked frantically at Harper for help, but Harper had already walked out the glass doors, completely terrified of being associated with the conversation. "His... his name is Mathias," Sloane whispered, her jaw trembling violently as a tear escaped her eye, the absolute power of the Sterling name crushing her spirit. "Mathias Grey. He’s... he’s a senior director at the Euro-Atlantic Clearing House." Lila stared at her for three long, agonizing seconds, burning the name Mathias Grey into her memory with indelible print. She didn't say another word. The puzzle was shifting, and the enemy was closer than they ever imagined. She turned back to Sophie, her hand anchoring tighter over her st

This meeting required patience. The door opened. A woman walked in. She was tall, with sharp features and dark hair pulled back in a severe bun. Her suit was immaculate, her heels silent on the thick carpet. She moved with the grace of a predator, her eyes scanning the room with cold, clinical efficiency. Sloane. Arthur had heard rumors about her for years. The fixer who never failed. The woman who could make problems disappear, permanently. She had no loyalty to any person, no allegiance to any cause—only to the money that filled her accounts.

No need to divulge more for Sloane's privacy. I unlock my bedroom door and lead the officer inside. Sloane is curled on the bed, her face puffy. I leave them alone, and thirty minutes later, the officer emerges. "She’s cooperative, Ms. Gregory. The special victims unit is moving in for the arrest tonight. We’ll follow up with counseling services tomorrow." "Thank you," I exhale in relief. Sloane rejects dinner, saying she just wants to shower and sleep. Nadia and I help her carry her bags to her room across the hall. The moment Sloane steps inside, she lets out a small gasp.

After the party, Laura offered Grace a job as the human resource manager at Hollando Ventures. One of her course mate was the owner of the company and so it was easy for her to have connected to Grace. It was Grace's first day at work, she had to be punctual, well dressed and at same time be prepared for the day's task. She got to the office and she met someone familiar "Hello beautiful, nice to meet you again" the young man said. Grace couldn't recall where she had met him "Good morning" she said smiling, trying hard to recall fast

She felt steady on the sidewalk, and it was such a revelation she nearly laughed out loud. On her way home she ducked into a thrift store and bought a mug with a tiny chip on the rim, a glazed pot in deep green, and a rubber-banded stack of paperback mysteries. The whole thing cost less than a bottle of wine she’d once been told to appreciate. At the corner, a television in a storefront window replayed the segment again with a new addendum. The network had found a clip of Sloane stepping out of a car last night in a dress like liquid mercury. She smiled for the cameras, chin tilted, and the caption read: “Monroe Seen at Charity Gala Amid Divorce Rumors.”