10 Ways To Get Dumped By A Tyrant Novels & Stories

“Have one more dose. I’m sure your beloved tyrant of a mate would love to see you die a painfully slow death.” A hard kick rattled the cage loudly, and the grating sound exacerbated the ache in my head and sent me a strong wave of nausea. “Wake up! It’s no fun if I don’t see you try to suppress your screams.” He gave the cage another kick while he called me a bitch under his breath. My eyes slowly fluttered open, and as I looked at the ugly, burly man, I tried with all my might to make my gaze come across as a fiery and defiant glare.

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.

He gripped her jaw angrily, their eyes once again staring into each other, “is that clear!” She nodded in his grip, her eyes cast down again. Alejandro approached her, closing the distance between them and leaning to her ear, “you’re nothing again, princess. Your tyrant father left you to bear his sins. You’re the daughter of a mad man, a cruel person that should rot in hell. You would be no one again when I’m done with you. If you think the other Lords broke you, then you’ve not met me. I would make you wish for death, and I would make you cry. You’re nothing…”

In front of the entire room—media, business elites—he broke through security and rushed toward me, dropping to his knees with a heavy thud. Clutching my leg, he wept uncontrollably, his face smeared with tears and snot, utterly wretched. "Melanie, I was wrong! I admit it—I was wrong! I'm a bastard. I was blind—worse than an animal. Greed had me by the eyes. I tossed aside a diamond and clutched cheap glass like it was treasure." He slapped himself repeatedly, loud cracks echoing through the room, as if trying to win my sympathy through self-inflicted punishment.

Even now, he was still making excuses. "Alpha Joric," my voice was soft, but it carried through the silent hall, "I've heard enough of your explanations." "No, listen to me," he said, taking a desperate step forward. "I can dissolve my alliances. I can give up my treaties with other packs. I'll give up anything, just give me a chance… a chance to start over." A cold laugh escaped my lips. "What do you think this is, Joric? A business negotiation? In our world, choices are final, Joric. You made yours. And as it turns out, fate made mine for me."

“I will not bend the knee to a monster who thinks the entire continent belongs to him!” I stared at him in silence for a long moment. Then I spoke again, my voice deceptively soft. “Any logical reason why you believe you can defy me and survive?” The young Alpha laughed bitterly. “Because the age of tyrants is ending. You’ve grown weak, Zarkov. Distracted by that whore you dragged from Blackthorn. The packs whisper that the great Tyrant has lost his edge. That he now plays house instead of ruling with blood and fear.”

The card ber husband had given her after their marriage yesterday. She stared at it for a moment before pulling out her phone Thirty minutes later, they were seated outside the building with coffee. “It’s ridiculous, isn’t it?” Alicia muttered. “Like it’s so hard to find a man to marry.” She took a sip and continued, That traitor Marcus… once this is over, I’ll make sure he ends up somewhere worse than the countryside.” Derek nodded slightly. “I’ll look into it.” “You know, my grandfather left me a letter asking me not to walk away from them too quickly. So I guess I should at least try to build something with them.”

Not while she depended on me. I activated another channel, sending out discreet financial incentives to key stakeholders, making sure they had no reason to falter, no reason to doubt my leadership. Emma thought she was isolating me—but she didn’t know how many layers I’d built, how many contingencies I had ready. I had learned long ago that a war wasn’t won with emotion; it was won with control. Precision. Ruthlessness. And yes… obsession.

Dwayne backed away, his eyes looking for any sign of help in a sheer moment of desperation, his eyes went to Alexis who flinched at the intensity. She turned away. At her rejection he slumped forward. Chuckles of crazed laughter escaped him. “I sentence the previous emperor Darron to execution”, Alastair’s words were heard despite Dwaynes laughter that became louder and louder. “Oh stop it, brother”, he seized his giggling and glared at his brother with bloodshot eyes and a chilling smile, “you’ve already lost, don’t you see? You’ve taken everything away from me so I’ll take the one thing you love, more than anything, more than life, money or that stupid throne. I’ll take away the one you l

While Fred concentrated on ruining his reputation, he concentrated on sabotaging his company's strength and wealth. Fool. He would know why he was called the most powerful business man in Oak City. Fred's company will go into extinction, not only in Oak City but in every other country where he had established it. Pamela was waiting, watching the clock ticking by seconds. It remained a few minutes to the end of the ten minutes she gave Fred Meyer. She would publish the cries of a poor old widow whose right of motherhood was taken away from her by the Meyers. She was raped and impregnate by her boss.