Novel & Cerita Guerra De Negocios

Zandra Franco POV Greggy slams his fists against the table, his grim expression made much more bitter by the harsh light overhead. “I lost an eighth of my men last night to those Bernardino dogs!” he seethes. “And they’re disrupting my businesses. I’ve seen an almost fifty percent decrease in profit since this war you started.”

The fight was already looking over before it even started. This whole thing had started from his greed. He was younger than my father but older than me. The Guerra family was known to have the largest cartel in the whole of New York and my father had always done well maintaining it. Mariano's family came close to us but could never really measure, we were always better off, stronger, more power, more money and more connections. Head of the Mariano family used to be loyal to my father before he passed away and barely two years later, Matrix had become greedy for the power, plotted with the Fontana family and some others who were ready to be traitors and had started his little game of wiping o

This wasn’t just business anymore. It was a war.

Ten hours until the last, forbidden meeting. ​The war was no longer fought with engineered steel and balanced ledgers. It was a race against the clock, fought with raw, exposed risk.

"Are you sure I'd sell myself for money?" I shot back, and my voice was stern and angry. He crossed his arms and leaned against his sleek black car. He looked startled, but his blue eyes had a hint of anger in them. “You’re not trying to sell yourself. It’s a business arrangement.” "Agreement for business?" I repeated, feeling shocked and confused. “You mean pretending to be your girlfriend?” "Yes," he said in a steady voice. “For one year. You get financial security, and I get to keep my picture intact.”

He cursed the room, and then he cursed himself for thinking one kiss would be enough to rid him of his obsession. ​Then there was Gagnon Autos. ​He needed this victory. For years, the company had been a weight around his neck, a legacy he needed to reclaim and a weapon he intended to use. He had to plan, to plot, and to leave no room for error. He needed to stoke his hatred for Marie—to remember every slight, every cold calculation she had made—so he could be prepared to crush her once and for all. A low-ball offer was the first move in a game of financial chess he couldn't afford to lose.