From Sidekick To Bigshot Novel Novels & Stories

"I want to die. I want to leave!" He seized my jaw and forced a pill into my mouth. My body went limp at once. Complete paralysis swept over me. I could still feel everything and still see and hear, but I could neither move nor speak. "Our parents gave you this body," he said in a low voice. "I won't watch you destroy it. This Soul-Calming Pill will leave your senses intact, but it will take away your ability to move or speak. When you finally correct yourself, you can come back. As long as you are willing to change, you will still be my sister."

“Are you kidding me? SoftVoice is yours! You've got money in the bank! Your enemies are already six feet under! What more do you want—did you expect that ascetic tycoon to bless you or something?” I let out a low laugh. “I wanted a bite of that forbidden fruit. And I didn't get it. That's the part that's bugging me.” “Holy shit!” Song Sheng swore loudly, then burst into hysterical laughter. “Lisa White! You're insane! I swear, I've never met anyone as bold as you! Tempting a man of steel right under the Buddha's nose? That's next-level drama, girl!” “Don't worry about the company—I've got everything covered here. Go get him. Make that man beg for you. And don't come back until you do!”

Due to the morning traffic, I needed to move quickly or risk being late again. Just in time, I settled into my desk, only to be immediately approached by Misha. "Wow, Rina. When did you get so close to Mr. Bigshot? Come on, spill it. What's the real deal between you two?"

"I promise... I won’t run." "Crazy girl," Jane muttered under his breath, shaking his head at her pitiful state. Chapter 2: Unspoken Desires Shujaat had recently launched a new company, pouring all his efforts into making it a success. After a small but strategic investment, he had secured a major project that had him buzzing with excitement. He sat at the dining table, flipping through the files, occasionally glancing up to watch Ozgi, who was busy with housework. "She's crying again," Shujaat noted, hearing the faint cries of their baby from the other room. He got up, walking towards the kitchen. "Ozgi, I think she's hungry."

Grant scooped up Phoenix while I took Asher, and we danced as a family, surrounded by friends and former enemies turned allies. I thought about the girl I'd been six years ago. Nova Hart, the scholarship student who'd made one mistake and lost everything. Who'd run and hidden and built a new life out of ash. That girl couldn't have imagined this. A husband who loved her. Sons who were thriving. A baby on the way. A bestselling novel with a major book deal. A happily ever after that came with complications and compromise and hard-fought growth. "What are you thinking about?" Grant asked, reading my expression.

She looked out at the skyline. “Do you ever wonder what would have happened if I had just stayed compliant?” “Yes,” he said honestly. “And?” “I would have still fallen for you.” Her heart stumbled. “You’re not strategic about that at all, are you?” He smiled faintly. “Not even a little.” She leaned into him. For a moment, there were no boardrooms. No votes. No contracts. Just two people who had chosen each other in the middle of something ruthless. But far below, in another corner of the city, Sebastian Bailey sat alone in his office long after dark.

A beefy guy with a gold chain barked, "We're talking to Mr. Carey. Who are you to interrupt?" Jack Carey glanced at me, then at my weathered sedan. A sneer crept onto his face. "Look at this nobody, acting like he owns the place." The others piled on, their voices a chorus of snobbery. "Know your lane, buddy." "Mr. Carey is connected to the CEO of the Mills Group and is worth billions. Be silent in your junker." "Wise up and beat it." Ten years ago, I stepped out of the spotlight for Olivia and Sophie, pouring everything into their happiness.

He could just take the next flight, couldn't he? "Well, if you hadn't come tonight and tried to seduce me..." "Tried and succeeded. This is why you should never think with your penis, Daddy." "Jesus, stop calling me Daddy!" Phil growled. This girl couldn't take anything seriously. Faith was shy and serious, and this girl was wild. How can these two be related and be so different? "Sorry. Anything I can do to help? Do you want me to rebook your flight?" Jody offered.

Conclusions will be drawn sooner or later. Alarabella politely smiled, 'Is that so? I believe your haste exposes your anxiety. Indeed - someone reliant solely on their father's wealth naturally warrants caution. If Mr. Northridge discovers a more promising prospect, you might find yourself discarded soon. I must take pride in merely being a stepping stone for you.' Chloe's smile vanished instantly. Suddenly, Chloe raised her hand and harshly slapped Alarabella across the cheek. Alarabella, completely unprepared, was engulfed by the sudden burst of pain and flickering lights, feeling dizzy.

“Mmm... You’re sure? Because she gives sidekick energy. And I don’t trust sidekicks.” “I don’t trust girls with suckers in their mouths who talk too much,” Tasha said smoothly, sliding into the chair across from Kachi. “And yet, here we are.” Kachi’s brows shot up. “Oop.” She looked at Vivian. “I like her. She’s spicy.” Vivian sighed and sat beside Tasha. “Can we focus?” “I’m focused, sweetie,” Kachi said. “Focused on the two unexpected bitches who walked into my life asking about a man who’s been off-grid for months.”