Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Rival's Desire: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Two weeks passed."Anything?" Brant asked as soon as Randy walked in."Nothing Sir." Brantley drew in a deep breath."So what news do you bring?" "The hospital called, they have found a donor for Carol and it is a match. If you want the surgery to push through, your presence is needed for signing the necessary documents." Randy reported.Brant nodded. "Anything else?" "That's all. I'll be around if you need me." And with that, Randy took his leave.Brant twirled the pen in his hand, rotating it in-between his fingers.His strong jaw muscles were gradually disappearing behind his overgrown beard, making him look ten years older than his actual age.He looked up when the office door opened. It was his father."You still haven't opened the windows? It is dark and eerie here." Mr White complained."Hmm." "Your secretary hasn't come back from vacation?" Mr White asked.Brant's heart twisted in his chest, almost squeezing the life out of him. He kept his cool, "Yeah." He replied coldl

"How are we going to war if we don't know where our enemy lounges?" Carl asked after a few seconds of silence."Hmm, I know just where to find him. He is still a kid in business and probably still needs to take ghost lessons from me." Grandmaster stated in a deep voice.Carl's eyes bulged open."You..you.. know him?" Carlson stuttered.His father looked at him. "Come with me." He deliberately ignored Carl's question.They walked to the court yard where Dom had both men on their knees, brutally beaten and chained up like animals.Any ordinary person would puke at such an inhuman sight. The courtyard was filled with gunmen randomly stationed."We would send a message to the Glacier Cartel!" Grandmaster announced audibly.The whole yard was dead silent."At twilight, I want his head in a box!" Grandmaster stated, pointing at one of the hostages."Package it and send it as an express mail package!" He passed the final offer.Dominique nodded. He was the executionist. It was his job to ma

"Where are we heading to?" Mila asked when Brant took an odd turn."What do you think?" He shot a glance at her before returning his concentration to the road."We were supposed to head to the hospital." "Do you think Carol would love to wake up and see you in this state?" "What is wrong with me?" She took a moment to scrutinize herself from head to toe before looking at Brant, expecting him to expatiate more on his statement."You've still got a bandage around your arm like Lazarus, you literally look pale like a mummy…"Her eyes bulged open. His attention was on the road as he drove."... I lied to everyone that you were on vacation." He turned to gauge the petrified woman beside him."Who comes back from vacation looking like a by-chance survivor soldier from Afghanistan?" 'Did he just insult me….three times in a roll?' she asked herself mentally.'Nah! He is probably talking to someone else, perhaps on the phone or maybe there is a third person in this car but I just can't se

"Boss! There is something you should see." The newly appointed Monty walked in."Can you not see that I am busy?" The boss scolded Monty. He was on a call.Monty bowed down, "I am sorry, but this is really important, Sir!" "And do you think that what I am doing now isn't important too?" The Boss barked."Of course not." Monty visibly trembled as he spoke.Being the bearer of bad news always puts one's life on the rope. You can be the easiest target for momentary revenge and anger. Poor Monty was standing on end, 'how the hell is he to break the news to the Boss? What if he gets punished instead? But he had to…'"Boss…" Monty cleared his throat, "Monty's head was delivered just now, as an express mail package." He shivered as he spoke, not daring to look up at his boss.The room went ghost silent, anyone could hear a pin drop.It stayed that way for probably close to a minute, until…"But you are Monty and you are right in front of me." The boss stated nonchalantly.Monty, wiped off

"Father, you called for me!" Carlson came rushing in in his father's office.The old man had his back to the door as he looked down through the window with a burning cigar in his hand.It had become a habit lately for the old man to smoke non-stop. Not like he never smoked before, but usually, it was ranging from one to a few sticks of cigar per day. He'd even go some days without puffing. It was not the case this last couple of weeks.He'd burnt a cigar stick in no time and almost immediately replace it. Time without number, Carl wished his father would just drop the fagging for a bit, but he understood the old man's emotional crisis right now."I think the Glacier Cartel replied." Master spoke without turning to face his son.Carlson panicked. "What did they do?" He asked through gritted teeth. Somehow, his fright was replaced by anger."A package arrived at the gate this morning, an express mail package." Master detailed it, finally turning to face Carlson.Carlson opened his eyes