Barbaric Proposal Novels & Stories

scenario. To ensure fairness—and perhaps to amplify the project's influence—the officials decided to livestream the final project pitches. Barney, a seasoned veteran, presented Solara Energy's project flawlessly. Not only did the officials find no faults in his proposal, but Hunt Group's own team struggled to identify any weaknesses. Some opportunists tried to attack Solara Energy by bringing up past controversies. But Barney had anticipated such questions. He answered them with finesse, even using the moment to respond to Hunt Group's subtle criticisms.

He crushed the cigar on the ashtray. "You need me for something," Tari added. Barasa's smile dropped. "Like I said, you are smart," Barasa replied. "With a price," Tari added. "Did somebody offer you billions to capture me for them? Maybe one of those fat-bellied rich folks I rejected?" Tari replied. "You ain't worth a billion," Barasa replied. Tari's smirk died immediately. "Prick," Tari cursed under her breath. "I want to make you a deal," Barasa said. His tone was becoming serious.

I said and I can hear a sigh on the other side of the line. “Baron?” He groaned with his authoritative voice. Yes, the bear is back. “Justine,” I cheer up. “Don't play the dominant with me, you know it doesn't work.” I added “Baron, this is not the usual process.” “I didn't know there was a usual process.” I argued. “Can't you let things happen the way they should? Why are you going so fast? Next I know, you are going to propose to him a contract.”

Declan, the Alpha heir of the Nighthowl Pack and my arranged mate, proposed to me right after donating his Alpha marrow to his childhood sweetheart. In my past life, I said yes out of love and for the sake of our pack alliance. But after we mated, the weight of two territories fell entirely on my shoulders. Losing that marrow broke Declan’s inner wolf. He couldn’t fight. He couldn’t shift. He couldn’t even give me a strong heir. I had to run the crystal mines while fighting off rogues for him. Before I even turned forty, I dropped dead. Utterly drained. Worked to death. And Declan? He comfortably took all the territory resources I had bled for and marked his little sweetheart. They lived hap

Jasmine threatened and turned off the phone. Brave looked at the dark phone screen and wanted to scream loudly: "Okay, I quit, I won't do it anymore." Unfortunately, that was just his heart of words. In fact, his expression was as gloomy as a family, thinking to himself: "Life is so boring.” He did not know that his misfortune had just begun. His wife - Bright in a pink apron, with a cute bear print on her chest, holding the long big chopsticks, angry bullet-shaped eyes looking at him questioningly.

“I appreciate your honesty. It’s refreshing to see a couple so united in their vision.” He took a deep breath, his expression softening. “Frederick, I sincerely apologise for my previous actions and the threats I made. I want to make amends.” Frederick was taken aback by his apology. “I appreciate that, Mr. Te-Sumi,” he replied, his tone sincere. “It means a lot to me that you’re willing to make things right.” “ Yes. I have a fantastic business deal in mind for you, and to show my goodwill, I’ve booked you both a grand VIP room at my finest five-star hotel in Seoul for tonight.”

"Oh, it is about business, Olivia. But my business is with you." He leaned forward, his gaze was on hers. "I have a proposal, one that will clear all your debts and secure your future. But it’s not just about art. It’s about you, Olivia. I want you to be mine, and I’m willing to pay any price to make that happen." Olivia's breath caught in her throat. His words were so calm yet possessive, which sent a shiver in her body. She met his gaze, but there was a hint of fear in her eyes now, a fear that he could indeed make her an offer she couldn’t refuse.

💖💖 Thank you. Part 2 Barry Benson, corporate shark, billionaire, and business genius, stood in the dark interior of his home and looked dumbly at the coffee machine. He could spout facts and figures on profit margins, GDPs, EBITDAs, KPIs, and NOIs in his sleep but he couldn’t get the fucking coffee machine to work. He didn’t even know where the damned light switches were in the kitchen and was navigating by the flashlight feature on his smartphone. Why couldn’t his smartphone make coffee? Then he’d be set.

Ayaw niya namang basta magsumbong lang dahil wala naman siyang ebidensiya, at ayaw niya ring maging magulo ang plano nila dahil lang sa naging issue niya kay Jackson. As much as possible, Baron does not want to misjudge anybody, particularly Jackson who is especially close to Lucas. Inubos na lamang ni Baron ang lahat ng laman ng tasa niya, bago ibinagsak ang lalagyan sa mesa. Sinara niya ang telebisyon, at ipinikit na lamang ang mga mata habang nag-iisip ng maaari niyang gawin. ***

he said, taking the chair across from me. “It’s nothing,” I replied too quickly, willing my shoulders to loosen. “Just…York business.” His brow lifted, but he let it slide. “Then let’s talk about something better—like the Barrowman arbitration. I’ve drafted the initial counterproposal.” Relief flickered through me. Work. Safe ground. I pulled the file toward me and skimmed the top page, already sliding back into the rhythm that always steadied me. We debated clauses and strategy for several minutes, until a sudden pause broke the flow.