Treason's Harbour Novels & Stories

And if all ties were severed, then the letter I had sent back to the capital—reporting his crimes—would stand as truth. Which meant… his death was certain. His legs began to tremble. In his panic, Liam lunged forward, trying to snatch the paper. Leo moved swiftly, pinning him down. Liam's voice shook. "No… Your Highness, this is all a misunderstanding—this is all—" "It's not a misunderstanding at all!" An indignant voice rang out from behind. Eli glared at Liam, his voice sharp with fury. "What you've done—how is it any different from treason?!"

The journey across the harbor was silent and swift, the city's noise a distant, irrelevant hum. Their destination was not the main naval barracks, but a fortified manor that stood on a rocky promontory at the edge of the city, its walls lashed by the constant spray of the sea. It was a fortress, a statement of power, and a prison. It was the heart of the serpent's nest.

Then Cassian highlighted a section near the eastern docks. A newly expanding area. HarborGate’s project. Tan studied it carefully. “Yes, that’s their development site.” Cassian turned back toward him. “What would happen if that project collapsed tomorrow?” Tan’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re suggesting sabotage?” Cassian’s voice remained calm. “No.” Avelyn spoke instead. “Acquisition.” Tan looked at her. “Go on.” Avelyn stepped closer to the screen. “If HarborGate is building a rival logistics hub…”

“It's one of the oldest harbors which is abandoned despite its potential of carrying its function because of an unfortunate massive accident which happened back then. If I’m not wrong, Oliver is going to the most unused port.” “If that’s the case, I’m going to keep an eye on the ports.” She looked at Blake with determination in her eyes. She tightened her grip on the handle of her katana. “I hope you will return with the arms.” Blake leaned against the table relaxedly with his sharp gaze conveying his orders. “And also, with some nice clues and information about those Davies.” ‘Roger, master.” Bowing to the mafia leader, she disappeared. Soon Shadow reached the Aki harbor. It was a vast harb

" Dad! You know! Our men never make a mistake. Our route is protected by extra guards. I don't know how and when our two ships have disappeared. It was in the middle of the sea so we don't have any clue!" His explanation sounds legit and undeniable, However, Mr. Williamson still can't understand how things went wrong. He has been working for many years in this way. Never did he lose a grain of rice while supplying products. Now Someone dared to lay their hands on his property.. " Do you think, It's Harbor? He is trying his best to take over the power, We built.." Mr Williamson asks being suspicious. They are arch-enemies from eras but because of Jacob, Mr. Williamson accepted the relationshi

They wander through the deep, Dark and scary forest Unsure of where exactly they should go They must keep going ‘Cos danger is lurking And slowing down can be fatal Even at the sight of solace Tragedy strikes again We watch our heroine cry As she loses one more treasure -PenaciousShewa

"Vincent is your husband. This will leave him with nothing." "He should have thought of that before he betrayed me," I said, taking the seat across from him. "And he didn't just betray me. He betrayed the trust of this entire Family." "I need to see the proof." I laid out the photos, the videos, the bank statements. Everything. "Is this enough?" My father's face grew darker with every image. When he saw the photo of Carmen wearing the family necklace, his fist slammed down on the mahogany desk. "That son of a bitch! He gave a family heirloom to a common whore!"

About 20 minutes later, on the eastern outskirts of Lakbay City along the coast. This area boasted the largest open seaport in all of Southeast Asaia. Due to perennial conflicts, infrastructure development lagged behind, with many new industrial projects underway, yet land utilization remained relatively low. However, what mattered most was that all the land near the port belonged to the Mendoza family! "Miss Chesire." The armored convoy rolled out of the city and came to a slow halt along the port road. Hansley stepped out of his sleek Koenigsegg sports car, gesturing broadly towards the expanse outside, his face brimming with arrogance.

Jake grunted, satisfied enough to let the matter rest—for now. They pushed onward, the old road barely visible beneath packed snow and overgrown shrubs. Lila’s boots soaked through. Her legs burned with cold. Still, she forced herself to move. She could feel something ahead—something off-kilter. Her pulse picked up. Then, between the thinning trees, the port came into view. Or what remained of it. The rusted skeleton of a dock extended out over the frozen bay, covered in snow and black ice. Old shipping crates lay scattered and half-buried, and a toppled watchtower slanted at a dangerous angle. The harbor had long been abandoned to time and weather—but not entirely forgotten.

"We're good." I returned to the warehouse after another half hour of fake errands. By the time I stepped inside, Vera had already started tracing the signal. "He's on the move. Northbound. Headed toward the upper docks." "What's out there?" I asked. "Abandoned shipping yards. Old warehouses. Smuggler territory." "And possibly a new Irenic nest," Cameron added. We followed remotely. Each ping of the tracker painted a map across the city. Finally, it stopped moving just outside a rusted gate marked "Condemned."