10 Ways To Get Dumped By A Tyrant Novels & Stories

Tyler responded a while later, “I know. But I came to ask for a piece of advice from the former leader. What would you do if someone who you trusted the most ended up betraying you?” “…” Victoria sent her gaze back outside, not muttering a word of response. It was not until later did she talk. “You have to give up something in order to gain what you want… You must have been having a hard time taming your men, right? The first step to gain power over your people is to not show any ounce of weakness, so if a betrayer appears, you have to eliminate it as soon as possible.” “… Then I will take your word for it.” Tyler stood up, fixing his coat. “I will eliminate the threat as soon as possible.”

"Sleep." I closed my eyes as sleep took over me. TBC Whew.... writing smut scenes are really exhausting, I didn't even do much lmao. Comment your thoughts below....few more chapters and we'll be done with Tyrant......yayy!! Xoxo... Ivy

My heart stalled. “You want me to steal her from him?” I asked, stunned. “The man who just gave her the most powerful company in the world? You want me to just waltz in there and take her?” “I don’t care how you do it. Use charm. Lies. Leverage. Hell, seduce her. Fake love. Real love. I don’t care. But you’ll get her back.” I sat down slowly, thoughts a whirlwind of pain, rage, confusion.

That was the only possible explanation. The anger I felt was immediate. It was hot and bright, and it made my mouth taste like metal. Tyrant had lost his territory, sure, but apparently he hadn’t lost his nerve. If he could manipulate people into tipping the cops once, he could do it again, and he could make sure the people I cared about were the ones who paid.

Sharp. “You’re distracted.” Damian’s gaze moved toward him slowly. “I can still run Cassel Group better than anyone.” “That’s not what I’m talking about.” Silence. Alexander adjusted slightly against the bed. “You’re starting to think like a man,” he said quietly, “not like a ruler.” Damian’s jaw tightened instantly. There it was again. Alexander’s favorite lesson. Feelings were weakness. Attachment was weakness. Love was weakness. Everything human was weakness. Damian looked away coldly.

“But he treated them like dogs. He denied the freedom to vote or even make decisions. All he has done is kill anyone who stands up to him. But he forgot something crucial, wolves don’t serve tyrants forever. They wait until the perfect opportunity to strike presents itself.” Deniro cleared his throat. “You're offering them a slice of the company?” “No,” I said. “I'm offering them freedom... disguised as a bribe. Freedom from a cruel tyrant, who doesn't care about anyone but himself.” Deniro responded, “and you think you could do better and be better for Garcia pack?” “Of course.” I replied feeling irritated by what Deniro just insinuated from his question and demeanor. “I already have everyt

Over the years, to prove her devotion to me, she had rejected every man who tried to throw himself at her. They either went bankrupt after she acquired their companies or disappeared from high society under a cloud of scandal. Feeling the gazes of those around him, which were like looks reserved for a dead man, Luke scrambled over to Nate's side, seeking validation. He was suddenly sent spinning to the ground by a heavy slap! Nate's eyes were filled with terror as he unhesitatingly drew a line in the sand. "Luke, if you want to die offending the Weyland heiress and her husband, then go right ahead! Just don't drag me down with you!"

If you’re going to have someone who can influence your actions to such a great degree, at least if they have your best interests at heart they could actually help you get to a place you might not otherwise be able to reach, right? The dream of the benevolent dictator. It never works out like that in practice, though. When was the last time someone violently usurped their way to power and then forced the nation to eat healthily and exercise every day? No, it’s always rape rooms and extra tinsel on their uniforms. But there was another way to handle Jenny. I was still expert in Colin-Fu. I had not forgotten the training of a lifetime, even if it wasn’t a particularly long lifetime.

What should I do? I know exactly how to get my dad to comply. I will kidnap his little fairy, and if he doesn't fuck me, then I'll kill her. It's a win-win situation. I get what I want, and he gets what he wants. I'm not going to say anything to Melantha. She's a spoilsport who thinks I'm sick for trying to have sex with our dad. She doesn't realize they will all bow down to me once I do. Even Satan will wish he never crossed the path of me or my mate. Hell will be ours.

"Fourteen minutes until terminal cascade. We cannot—" "They are manufacturing crisis to force submission," I interrupted. "The oldest manipulation tactic. Create impossible urgency, demand immediate choice, prevent rational analysis." "The crisis is real whether manufactured or not," Zack said, his face grim. "Those are actual timelines collapsing. Actual beings dying. We cannot sacrifice them for abstract principles." "But if we accept the Architects' authority now, we lose forever," I insisted. "They will always find ways to justify violations. Will always claim necessity. We will have changed nothing except the rhetoric they use to excuse tyranny."