A Man Of Virtue Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

"And once I crossed that line, it became easier to cross it again and again." "What about Vanya Reed? She wasn't threatening your empire directly." "She represented something I couldn't tolerate," I explained. "She was succeeding through honest work and genuine talent, which made my success look hollow by comparison. I needed to prove that virtue doesn't actually triumph over calculated ruthlessness." "How do you feel about her success now?" I looked at the crumpled newspaper on the table between us. "She proved me wrong about everything. Virtue did triumph. Honesty did overcome deception. Good people do sometimes win while evil people face consequences."

“It’s business. Some people tend to lose humanity over wealth.” “Why didn’t you lose it?” He turned to me. The weight of his stare pressed on me. “Do I look humane, Isabella? I’ve done countless sins. This isn’t gonna save me from burning down in hell.” I shook my head. “I don’t care about your sins. What matters is that you save us here.” His lips pressed into a grim line before he spoke again. “You fought like hell. And I know you would’ve fought until your last breath even if no one stood beside you. Won’t you give proper credit to yourself? I only brought resources. You have the spirit and courage.”

Smoothed-out menace, casual and ready in the way of a man who has thought about all the ways he could kill in this corridor. I feel his fingers spread, firm and sure, between my shoulder blades. Vorlag’s lip curls, but he turns away without saying anything. Alexei exhales slowly. “That one’s going to be a problem,” he murmurs. “He’s always been a problem,” I say. “Now he’s just offended on behalf of my virtue.” Alexei snorts. “Your virtue died the first time you dragged me into your bed.” “That was a purely strategic use of resources,” I say primly.

“I have wandered in the world more than twenty years and remained a true virgin. It had never come to my mind to give myself out to the ironical demands of men. I always feel guilty about making friends with men. Most men are full of disappointments. They hardly do what they say. The promises they make to women in the night change in the daylight. I have not known any man and have never allowed any man’s love to affect my innocence. In as much as you have made your request to me, I shall not in any way barter your promises with anything or thwart your proposed engagement. “I must impress it upon you to keep your virginity and retain your virtue. Do not live a promiscuous life or imitate thos

What was even more aggravating was that he still had no idea why he had been caught or why he was suffering the way he was. But seeing this wicked woman with white hair and red bloodshot eyes made him shudder with horror. Deep down inside, he began to suspect that he must have done something heinous to garner this woman’s attention. So, despite the discomfort, he queried quizzically, “why am I here? Could you please tell me how I offended you?” Vaquesha grinned coldly at this man and mockingly remarked, “Before I answer you, let me tell you a story. And it makes no difference whether you are interested or not. Just pay close attention to what I say, and maybe you’ll find out why you’re here.

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He uses them like he pleases and then manipulates them into believing that nothing happened and he is a gentleman. Poor things, they never suspect that anything is amiss. That suited him well. He acts like a true gentleman in front of the people and they believe his act. He can get any woman he wants. His father is a rich Merchant and he is his sole successor. A woman usually runs behind him for his attention. He acts as if he is shy in front of everyone, but in private, he uses whoever is willing to sleep with him. The next morning, he manipulates them into believing that it's all them that took advantage of him, and he is the one who lost his virtue, not the other way round.

"You know what Rita? Before now, I've been feeling a little bit guilty about my feelings for Stanley because he is married to you. I've been concerned about how you'll feel when he breaks up with you but now I've come to realize that Stanley was right all along. You don't worth my worry and neither do you deserve any of my pity." "You're nothing but a cruel, bittered and heartless individual. Your fight is to continue to stay with Stanley not because you love him but because of the fortune you're getting out of him." "I confidently stand before you and tell you that I'm in love with Stanley. I'm deeply and madly in love with him and I'll do anything for his happiness even though it involves

“On your knees. Hands behind you. When I’m ready, I’ll decide if you deserve to be filled tonight.” My chest rose and fell, heat burning through me. But I obeyed. Because I knew one thing: no pill, no rule, no warning from Levi could stop what Veeraj Kapoor had already decided. And God help me, I wanted it. END OF CHAPTER 15

He picked up a light tailored trouser and a crisp shirt to match the coat. "I said I'll take it," Adam repeated. "With what? Hope and good intentions? Didn't you see the price" The man laughed, then turned to the attendant. "I'll give you five thousand just to spare the garment the indignity of his touch." Adam finally turned. He looked tired, but his eyes held a strange, piercing clarity. "Six thousand," he countered a bit loudly that his voice echoed in the place. [Arrogance detected ] [ Target Detected] Arrogance Sensitivity: High