Guerra De Negocios Novels & Stories

“Business. Goodbye, Lucas.” I hung up. Felt the satisfaction of that first strike landing. Of Lucas realizing I wasn’t going to make this easy. That choosing to partner with Serena came with a cost. More calls would come. More threats. More attempts to negotiate or intimidate. But I was done negotiating. Done being the fool who let opportunities slip away. Done letting Serena and her allies think they could operate in my city without consequences. This was war. And I intended to win. Even if it meant destroying everything Serena had built.

I sighed and smiled. "Well, mom is such a strong woman, but yesterday, when we had all fun and happiness, she suddenly had a cardiac arrest. The doctor said that she needs surgery in Switzerland," I replied and looked outside the window to stop my tears from falling. "Uh... Do you want a bargain?" he asked and glanced at me, then grinned. I shook my head and looked at him baffled, "What bargain?" He stopped the car and bent close to me. I moved away because he was getting too close!

Bellamy then replied, “But these Americans are so arrogant! “Not only them, The Empire of the Sun that Never Sets, the Fighting Tribe, the Island Nation, Country J, India and the others all have big families and financial groups trying to enter Buckwood and get a slice of the cake! “They’re even using the chance to invade Buckwood’s market! “Chief Instructor, we can’t just sit here and do nothing.” Harvey thought about it and replied, “I remember Big Boss saying that if Country H wanted to be the world’s top country. We’d have to rise peacefully. “The Euro-American war just ended three years ago. It’s no good fanning the flames of war again. “Tell Yoel Graham that to those authorities overse

“Fine. Let’s get to it. We’ve both lost too much in this war, Enzo. Blood, money, men. It’s time to put an end to this. We split the territory—fifty-fifty. No more bloodshed.” “Generous for a man who started this war.” Luca muttered. “Think about it, Enzo.” Diego said, ignoring Luca. “Peace. Stability. Isn’t that what we all want?” Enzo stared at Diego for a long moment, his expression unreadable. “And what’s the catch?” “No catch.” Diego said, feigning innocence. “Just two businessmen reaching a mutually beneficial agreement.” “Businessmen don’t usually leave trails of bodies in their wake.” Sienna said dryly.

" His play was bold as brass—corner the market on top-tier new energy. His ambition was as plain as day, yet the bait he dangled held its allure. Just then, a voice piped up from the people present, a shill planted to stir the pot. "Duke Nox, if you refuse to play ball, what do you think will happen to you?" The moment the question hung in the air, everyone had a hunch about the answer. Nox grinned as he leaned in and said, "Business is war. If we can't be allies, then we're enemies. And let me tell you, I don't go easy on my enemies."

“What’s one - sided about it?” Theo replied, “Businessmen care only for profit, not emotions. The Hill family has Nathan, and the Sanchez family has Guillermo—both of them control the fashion and jewelry industries of their respective families. They share the same business interests as us, so they can’t be our partners; they will only be our competitors. That’s the real reason we’re not seeking their cooperation. In the werewolf - centered business - interest - based and competitor - identification, this is his explanation.” Thea mumbled, “I’m a competitor to him?”

Afterward they held her tight, letting her feel safe. The business faced new pressure too. A larger corporation tried to buy out several of their key partnerships. It created stress and long meetings. Nico handled the negotiations carefully. Eli used his connections to push back. Celeste supported them publicly through her platform. “It feels like old threats coming back,” she said during one late night. “We won’t let them win,” Eli promised. The dual conflict wore on them. Sofia’s marriage troubles and the business battle. The grandchildren needed extra attention. Celeste, Nico, and Eli divided their time but always came back together.

When she leaves, I throw an air punch before stalking to the chair my mother just rose from. I pour all of my anger and frustration into work. After about an hour of futile negotiation with an Italian hotelier, I slam the phone back on its receiver. The man won't sell! I pride myself an excellent negotiator, and so when this man seems completely oblivious to my persuasive skills, I am justifiably frustrated.

“And this time, they won’t make the same mistakes Adrian did.” “What do you mean by that?” Thomas sighed. “Our spies said they recently formed an alliance with another enemy group of ours.” “Another group?” The billionaire nodded, his lips pressed in nervousness. “Unfortunately, over time, as I expanded my empire, I made more enemies. Of course, the Eagles are still our biggest rivals, but other groups also want us destroyed.” I crossed my arms, distressed. “Okay, and who exactly have the Royal Hawks aligned with?” Thomas hesitated, looking away for a moment as if debating whether he should really tell me. The air between us grew heavy, and a chill ran down my spine. He finally turned to me,

War does not begin with noise. It begins with a decision. A line crossed quietly— and then never uncrossed again. By the end of the week, it was no longer subtle. The market had noticed. Two companies—once operating in separate lanes—were now colliding with increasing force. Contracts overlapped. Bids clashed. Partnerships shifted. And at the center of it— Two names. Hale Industries. Voss Group. “They’re calling it a power shift.”