Sylvia Case Novels & Stories

When Sylvia woke again, several people stood gathered around her bed. All of them were interns under Victor, with Rachel among them. Sylvia pushed herself upright and braced her hands against the mattress. "What are you all doing here?" A plain-looking girl spoke with hesitation. "Dr. Rothwell said to use you as a case study, so he told us to come first—" Before she could finish, someone elbowed her. "Why explain so much to her? Someone who lives off a favor like that doesn't deserve politeness."

The special emergency room wasn't too crowded, at first Liam and Henris' group was stopped at the door, but when the caretaker saw Henris's doctor's card, no one dared to stop him. Sylvia lay on a white bed, surrounded by dense transmission lines. The blood is being filtered continuously to eliminate toxins in the body. But Sylvia has fallen into a deep coma, most likely won't wake up again. “Who dares to act on the Dark Side?” Ryan bowed his head in apology. “Sir, I haven't found that person yet! Viola couldn't ask anything from Sylvia's mouth, she was already in a coma. But I suspect it's a woman with great disguise, he used his false identity to blend in with the servants."

Then, they took out their phones and started to complain in the group chat. "I only heard that Sylvia relied on Master Carter to get to the top. Unexpectedly, Casey only muttered a few words, but President Dendro had the security guard escort him out directly! That little fatty's voice was clearly louder than all of ours combined, but the president didn't dare to say anything about her. This is an abuse of authority. It's too unfair!" "That's right. Now, I'm completely sure that Sylvia is just a piece of trash that relied on a man to rise to the top. I guess the works she was famous for were also painted by people that Master Carter found for her!"

"I saw you, you know. When he was trapped in the wreckage of his car, you were speeding off with your precious lover. What's with the passionate act now? Don't you think you're utterly disgusting, Sylvia?" "Cut off his tongue." Sylvia's hands curled into tight fists, the joints creaking at the force. Behind her deceptively calm gaze, a storm of madness brewed. This was her true self. She wasn't a district attorney who still couldn't let go of her dead husband, despite him being dead for over five years; she was a cold-blooded mafia queen who had blood all over her hands. Wilson practically fled out of the basement, stumbling over his own feet in his haste. Making a mad dash upstairs, he bega

" Sylvia was a pro at manipulation and gaslighting. As tears streamed down her face, she truly looked like a wronged saint. In a cold and steady voice, I said, "What if I produce evidence?"

“So are you going to speak or you’ll just keep staring.” Fred turned away with a smile. He began to rub his hands against each other vigorously. “So tell me, Sylvia, do you think anyone would have anything against you in this mansion?” Sylvia sighed in relief. Thank goodness he called her to talk about the case not to tell her that he liked her as she imagined. The last thing she wanted was a relationship. “I don’t know Fred. I’ve been thinking a lot about it but I guess it was just a coincidence that the mastermind used me.” She replied.

Sylvia's face stiffened at that, but she didn't say anything more. A month after Owen's divorce from his first wife, he and Sylvia tied the knot. Sylvia, a girl from a small town, was a leading actress in local plays. At 16, she met Owen, a young man from the bustling city of Ventropolis, who was teaching in her town. Despite their seven-year age difference, they immediately felt a connection. However, two years into their relationship, Owen returned to Ventropolis. Sylvia patiently waited for him for three years. During that time, he visited her and promised to return in three months to marry her. But heartbreak awaited Sylvia; she discovered that Owen had wed another woman named Frida Youn

It took only a few minutes for the situation to change. "Who would have thought that Sylvia would marry the wealthiest man of Abgate City? Finn just tried to give her a check. It looks ridiculous now!" "Yeah. He thought she was doing badly. But it turns out, she found someone even better." "Didn't Yvonne offer her a nail tech job? I just heard that Sylvia is the lead surgeon at Abgate Central Hospital. She's one of the best. She doesn't need anyone lining up work for her. What a joke!"

he smiled, “here we are.” “I’m sorry for how I acted earlier. Forgive Greg too.” “No, my lady,” he said gently. “Please rest. Don’t worry too much.” Then he paused. “Tell me about yourself.” “Me?” “Yes.” “There’s nothing special about me.” “Anything at all.” “I’m Sylvia Johnson. Daughter of Raymond Johnson. I married Greg after school… and now my marriage is falling apart because his first love returned.” “Can I help you?” he asked.“Can I help you?” he asked.

My fingers moved over my screen in a flash as I opened Sylvia’s contact and typed the one code only the two of us understood. Me: DON'T WEAR BLACK!!! It was a code Sylvia and I came up with years ago when she was assisting on a rogue-related field project during her third year in law school. Stubborn as ever, she insisted on going in without proper supervision even though she had seniors assigned to the case with her, and somehow she ended up dragging me into it with her because she couldn't wait.