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VITTORIA’S POV Three days before the wedding, I was sitting in the library. Not hiding. Not lurking. Sitting, comfortably, curled into one of the leather lounge chairs with a book resting open in my hands. The Art of War. Sun Tzu had lived and died long before men like Nikolai De Luca ever learned to call themselves kings, but strategy never aged. Power never changed. Only the pieces on the board did. I liked ancient warfare texts. They were honest. They didn’t pretend victory came from morality or mercy. They understood what most people refused to admit, wars were won before the first blow was struck.

What I could do was make my own choice. Dudley tried to get back into surveillance mode while Maurice fretted. I stuck my head out of a window to get some air. It was late and quiet, but there was still a druid on one corner keeping watch. If anyone would have information on the Shriners, it would be them. It seemed obvious. They were enemies. You learned everything you could about your enemy, so if you ever got the chance, you could really fuck with them. I think that’s one of the lessons in Sun Tzu’s Art of War. You probably don’t recognise it because you don’t read Chinese.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

“For 363 days.” He searched my face, then let go like I’d burned him. He didn’t touch me again for the rest of the drive. That night, I found a book on my nightstand. The Art of War. No note. I opened it. On the first page, in black ink, sharp and precise: Rule six: Enemies are everywhere. Trust no one. Not even me. I closed the book and looked at the camera in the corner. Red light, blinking. Always blinking.

She would respect Maera's decison. “I’m not sure how to explain it." Lillia casually sift through the books. "But it was the second time it’s happened. At first, I felt watched. I felt a heavy presence and an intense animosity. The last time, Regaleon had appeared and I thought it was him I felt again.” When her eyes set on one, she picked it up and held it. It read, “The Art of War: Mastering Complete Connection.” Oh… we are definitely reading this tonight. Fenris spoke softly.

Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win. -Sun Tzu * * * MATEO So today something big will happen. By big I mean war. War full of blood and dead bodies. The Red mafia crossed us and today is the day to show them what we are capable of and what we do to those who cross us. They killed a lot of my men in Europe, and not only that, they also killed the family of someone I know.

"Those records stay locked away unless someone gives me a reason to look. I'm not interested in random people's offshore accounts." "Just your enemies." "Just the people who threaten what's important to me." His foot found mine under the table. "That's how this works. You protect what matters." I understood the implication. He was protecting his position at Carter Enterprises. Protecting Carter Enterprises. Protecting his future. Protecting us, in whatever weird way this arrangement had evolved into. "So you're basically building an arsenal without firing a shot," I said. "Deterrence is more effective than actual warfare." He refilled my wine glass. "Sun Tzu said the supreme art of war is to

Yes, it must have taken him so long to shuffle across the field that he’d started to burn. His attention was on the trainees. I followed his gaze, bracing my hands on the armrests of my chair. “It's good to challenge them. They should be prepared to do battle in any element. Sun Tzu said, ‘Plan for what is difficult while it is easy.’” Julian turned to me, eyebrows lifted. “Have you ever actually read Sun Tzu?” “Of course I have,” I lied. I had a list of famous quotes from The Art of War. Who had time to read the actual book?

KANE’s POV “Treat your men as you would your own beloved sons. And they will follow you into the deepest valley.” ― Sun Tzu, The Art of War A cool gust of wind caresses my skin as we finally reach our destination. Sergio’s haven looms over us as we crouch hidden in the tall grass. The place is dark, save for a few torched flames that Sergio’s guards carry as they patrol the premise. Russo, who is the stealthiest amongst us raises his hand ever so slightly, forming the number seven with his fingers.

All warfare is based on deception When able to attack, she must seem unable, When using our forces, she must seem inactive She must pretend to be weak So that Devilio may grow arrogant. She must attack where he is unprepared, Appear where she is not expected Finally, these military devices leading To Victory Must not be divulged beforehand Coined from Sun Tzu’s Art of War