Faithless Novels & Stories

Cassius fucking Riven belongs to Alessia fucking Rossi, and no one else! THE END.

Joe’s voice turned sharp, tinged with frustration. “What? Amy, are you seriously thinking of breaking up with the brat?” James was at a loss for words. “Ames, aren’t I the love of your life? How could you even think about breaking up with me?” Mia, standing awkwardly to the side, flushed red with embarrassment. “Amy, what are you even talking about? Who are you accusing here?” She pointed a finger at me, her expression twisted as if I’d wronged her beyond reason.

Faith chewed on her lips as her eyes moves towards the board again – she go through everything she has learned about the alliance once again. Lately, she was able to learn that every member is a wolf disguised as a sheep. Everyone is trying to tear the other down. She doesn’t care who wins in the end, all she wants is the doom of Aldo. She smashed her lips together, as her eyes fixed on a picture of a very attractive Asian man, Felix. She narrowed her eyes and recall what Levi told her about him.

He replied shrugging his shoulders casually. "And right there Mr. Alexandre is where you are wrong. But since you want to cancel the corporation and have already fixed it in your mind that we are dead then we will gladly sign the papers. Besides we already have another actor who wants to be our biggest client. Surely he foresaw that you will cancel the corporation with us!" Faith replied in a very confident manner. I looked at Jared questionably and he shrugged in response. What the fuck was Faith up to? "Another actor? And who's that?" Alexandre placed his teacup down and leaned in closer, brows furrowed.

“Do you think they’ll come back?” Hayden’s jaw clenched, his gaze shifting to the shadows surrounding us. “They will always come back. But I won’t let them take you.” I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that as long as Hayden was with me, nothing could hurt me. But the truth was, I was more of a liability than anything else. The furies wanted something from me, and I didn’t even know what it was.

“What does the note say?” Rachel looked at the note and almost squirmed. Surely this was a trap to get her fired. How was she supposed to read the content of the note word for word and not provoke Tristan by doing so? When she didn’t respond, Tristan lowered his gaze. “Rachel. . .what does the note say?” “I don’t think I should—” “Rachel!” “YOU MISOGYNISTIC, DISRESPECTFUL BEING! IF YOU HAD ANY RESPECT FOR WOMEN, YOU WOULD AT LEAST COURT ONE BEFORE AGREEING TO MARRY A STRANGER. ASSHOLE!

"Get your mind out of the gutters, woman. We're here to work. They ran through the lessons quickly. Like the last time, he was laser-focused the moment the lessons started. Halfway through, Faith's phone dinged. She picked it up. There was a message from Adele. She'd sent her a screenshot of a news clip. It read; BILLIONAIRE DEVLIN BANK'S BODYGUARD PICKS UP RUMORED GIRLFRIEND FROM BARBELL COLLEGE. A picture of her in the car with Casiuss was attached to the clip. Faith groaned and put the phone away. She would address it later. By the time they finished, Faith was tired. She stretched and got up. "Well done. You did great today." "What is that? Your mantra? Should I expect to hear that after

They questioned his integrity and motives, framing him as someone willing to compromise his values for political gain. “Alex Carter is willing to align himself with a man of questionable ethics for his own benefit,” a pundit proclaimed during a televised segment, their tone dripping with disdain. “Can we trust a candidate who seeks support from someone like Hale? This is not the kind of leadership we need.” The sentiment resonated with viewers, and social media erupted with comments and shares, amplifying the narrative of doubt and mistrust.

“Damian’s already ten steps ahead.” “Then we catch up,” Ethan said. “We find out where he’s vulnerable and hit him where it hurts.” “And if we can’t?” Nathan pressed. Ethan’s gaze was icy. “Failure isn’t an option.” --- Damian’s POV I watched the news coverage with a satisfied smile. The headlines were exactly what I wanted: *“Scandal at My Enterprises: CEO Accused of Fraud.”* “Perfect,” I murmured, leaning back in my chair. A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. I called for them to enter, and Delilah stepped in, her expression smug.

It was the pain in her heart, the unrelenting feeling of betrayal, and the realization that everything she had built could be crumbling before her eyes. Her fingers trembled as she picked up her phone. The headlines blared at her like flashing lights in a dark room. Serena Voss: Unfaithful Wife. Scandal Shakes Political Family. Lucian Voss to Remarry after Family Scandal. Her Ex-Boyfriend: The Truth Behind the Affair. The social media comments were even worse, calling her everything from a home-wrecker to a liar, questioning her loyalty as a wife and mother.