Novel & Cerita A Better Man Book

I felt like I was going to cry again. He took me to his villa, drew me a hot bath, and left a clean dress out. When I was finally ready, he sat me down and started patching up my cuts and scrapes. "There's a banquet the day after tomorrow. My dad's making it official that I'm the new CEO of Anderson Group." My jaw dropped for a second. "You mean he picked you over Owen?" A small smirk played on Chris' face, and he gave a little nod. It wasn't even a contest. Everyone in the business world knew Chris was in a whole different league from Owen. He was more handsome, more competent, and a much better person.

"If you ran into one of those, would all of you bow and scrape to them because of how much status matters to you? It's ridiculous! So tell me, is it that I don't know how to say the right words, or is it that none of you understand what real manners and a proper upbringing look like?" Her words grew harsher the more she spoke. "And how dare you bring up my mother, Amelia. Let me ask you this, then. Did you raise a good son? He's exactly like you—cold and selfish. As a man, he can't even protect his own wife when she's being bullied. He can't tell right from wrong. Your family is the only one that thinks he's a treasure.

I couldn't help but feel the sting of being alone. "Are you here by yourself, too?" asked the woman beside me. Before I could respond, she continued, "My husband's on a business trip and couldn't make it. But he promised to make it up to me with a Hermès bag when he gets back." She flicked her long hair over her shoulder, and I saw her profile. Her words might've sounded like complaining, but the smile on her face said otherwise. She went on and on about how great her husband was to her while I listened in silence. When she mentioned her husband was the CEO of a pharmaceutical company—Rupert Hensley—I froze.

"And why are you selling him?" It made the man unable to answer as soon as he could, but in the end, he spoke up. "It was because I didn't want to be on his team anymore. I entered the Vile Mafia longer than he did, but now I am under his. He robbed me of the position that was supposed to be mine. Since the Vile Mafia is already coming down, then it might be better to change my life." He smiled. "I wanted to have a normal life."

but it's fine they changed their minds faster than I thought. "So this is the section." My eyes widened when I saw a book. “What kind of book is this?” I almost let out a curse when I saw the cover of one book in that section. On the cover there was two men almost hugging each other only wearing their underwears. “Secret to longer homosexual relationships, Male edition,” I read the title out loud. I can't believe with my two eyes that there was a section like this in a bookstore. Am I that innocent to know about what is this?

he muttered, more to himself than anything else. His eyes landed on the shelf. Books. He walked over, scanning the titles until one caught his attention. “How to Be a Better Man.” He let out a small, dry laugh under his breath. Of course. He pulled it out and stared at the cover for a moment before opening it and flipping through the first few pages. The words were simple. Straightforward. Advice. Steps. Explanations. He tried to read. He really did. But after a few lines, his mind drifted again.

We hug in the tiny dressing room, both of us crying now but for different reasons. That night, I downloaded a book called "Why Men Love Bitches" on my phone. The title makes me laugh—a real laugh that feels foreign after so much crying. If this is my bitch era, I might as well learn how to do it right. The book talks about confidence, about not chasing men who don't want you, about building a life that's so good you don't need anyone else to complete it. "This is good advice," Lyra says as I read. "Especially the part about not being available whenever he snaps his fingers."

"Right. Look! He's cut your favorite cheese for you. He's so in love with you." "Yeah. He loves no one but you." People always emphasized what they lacked. Evan, at 17, knew that actions spoke louder than words. But he seemed to have forgotten this at 27. Wearing a self-deprecating smile, I glanced at Hannah beside him. She sported a head of glorious red hair, perfectly matching her passionate, open, and fiery nature—the very qualities that had taken Evan by storm. Female werewolves seemed to have great bodies, but Hannah had the best body among all of Evan's werewolf girlfriends. My human body certainly wasn't attractive enough for Evan.

And if there’s anything I learned from being a Boss, it's that what’s scarier than a man with power, is a man who is selfish. "Come on, Gerlando. You have to, at least, consider the possibility of this arrangement,” the man spats in Italian. The man is Gian Santelli. He’s a very fine man. But a very annoying one. Like any lying, pretentious, rich man, he wears the most expensive and presentable suits. He's old, but he looks so young you have to assume otherwise. My father's office is too warm for August, especially when it's almost fall. The window-walls were overlooking the fields outside our Milan mansion. My father was wearing his favorite polo—navy blue and some comfortable khaki pants a

, her voice growled like a tiger. I feel anxious and terrified but that was a long time ago. I don't care if my dad had a huge debt to them. It's time to reveal what kind of a businessman Mr. Sherlock is. I just keep my mouth shut to protect my father and our family's reputation but maybe it's time for me to be a man. It's time for me to stand on my own. I will not let anyone dictate to me what to do. For Lucy and our son Austin, I will end their miseries and Eloisa's wrongdoings.