Novel & Cerita Controlling Interests

I asked him, wanting to know who would mess with my investments. “LT Corporation. Rumor has it that it is new and backed by one of our own.” Mr. Daniels tells me, but I had no clue how this could be because everything in this state must go through me first when one of us owns a company. “I will look into to this matter, but in the meantime, I am resuming control of your company until the matter is settled and I am repaid what you owe me plus interest.” I tell him and he lowers his head to me with respect.

"The stability clause says you must maintain a 'harmonious and traditional family unit' to keep your shares. If Olivia leaves you, or if there is a public scandal involving another woman, the controlling interest doesn't just go to the board. It goes to your cousin." The name tasted like poison in my mouth. Luciano. "Luciano is a dog looking for scraps," I spat, my voice a low, dangerous growl. "He won't touch my company. Olivia isn't going anywhere; she is far too smart to walk away from the Sterling fortune, and she is far too loyal to me. I own her loyalty, Barr. I’ve made sure of it."

“Sixty-forty.” “Unacceptable.” A faint shift crossed his expression. “My company keeps full creative control,” I continued. “I don’t split decision-making power with investors.” “You’d still maintain majority ownership.” “And yet you still asked for forty percent.” His fingers tapped lightly once against the table before going still again. “I’m investing billions into expansion.” “And you’ll earn those billions back.” I answered so quickly he barely finished speaking. “Next.” Something flickered across his face then. Not irritation. Something quieter.

“That’s precisely why I’m here. I want Voss Global to anchor this expansion—provide infrastructure, access, and credibility.” “And control,” I interjected, the word hanging powerfully between us. He faltered for just a moment, his confidence wavering slightly under my scrutiny. “Partnership,” he amended, regaining his composure. I locked eyes with him, sensing the charge in the air. “Careful. Here, every word carries weight.” A brief silence fell, and then he nodded, his expression earnest. “Minority control. Strategic oversight. Final veto on exits.” I studied him closely—not merely the deal he presented, but the man himself. He radiated sharpness, hunger, and that intimidating energy found

"What do you want?" I dropped the pen on the desk. "Control," I said simply. Marco blinked. "Control?" "If you want my fifty million euros transferred to your accounts by this afternoon, you are going to give me the company as collateral. I want fifty-one percent of the company's shares signed over to my name and I want the controlling stake. If I become the majority owner, I make the final decisions. You will work for me." The room went completely silent. Marco stopped breathing. The little bit of color that was left in his face completely drained away. He looked like he had just been hit by a truck.

Control, C. Control V. That has been my life for about 10 years. Copying and pasting the works of great men and women. Call me scum, loser, or even fraud. It doesn't matter to me. Why try to compete with genius when it's staring at you in the face. Don't you care about getting caught? What about plagiarism laws?

“I said we allow controlled entry.” That only partially calmed the room, but it was enough for her to continue. “If they are determined to enter, blocking them will only escalate the situation and increase their resistance,” she explained. “However, allowing limited participation under our terms shifts the balance.” A few executives leaned forward, listening despite themselves. “We control the structure,” she said. “We define their involvement, and we maintain oversight of every aspect.” Her gaze sharpened slightly. “At the same time, we gain visibility into their operations, their intentions, and most importantly, their backers.”

“Clearly, this kind of money changes people’s allegiance.” “I’d say. If the board members are being controlled by another company interested in Ark Angel, then they’re not operating in Ark Angel’s best interest. So, whose interest are they operating in?” Holden shrugged and folded his hands behind his head. “We need to narrow down who exactly at that firm is sending the money or if it’s coming from a different company altogether,” I said.

He saw Soren as someone who loved to be in control, Juno smiled and quickly removed the blindfold. Soren's response was cut off by another hard kiss, his lips parting under Juno's as he felt a surge of electricity through his body. He never thought he would be so turned on by someone else taking control but there was something about Juno's confidence and assertiveness that made him weak in the knees. Juno's hands roamed over Soren's body, exploring every inch of him as if he was trying to memorize the feeling. He traced his fingers along Soren's muscles, causing a shiver to run down his spine.

“Yes. I understand you’re interested in investing.” The younger one, who had been eying me ever since he sat down, leaned forward with a leer in his eyes. “Of course. But we need to be clear,” he said, his tone slick and condescending. “We’re not just looking to throw money into a company. We need control. We’re willing to offer a significant amount, but we want full control of the business in return.”