Novel & Cerita Hamilton X Burr

Xyna's Point of View “Showbiz War between Xyna Alegre and Chantal Jackson: Chantal said that her bestfriend and colleague, Xyna immediately beat her up when she tried to talk to her about what she witnessed, on how the said actress and her long time private boyfriend Marcus Mackenzie—our Romantic Balladeer caught kissing in a private restaurant. It's very surprising! Chantal gave us a picture that provides as the evidence” a picture came out of the screen. It's the picture of a man who look like Marcus and a woman who look like me, kissing passionately in a private restaurant. Man, it is giving me goosebumps! I never imagine myself to kiss a man like...like that. By the way, nice editing.

The door wasn't locked so she could see everything through the not so wide opened space as she stopped in her tracks. A man was lying in his pool of blood as some other men stood distinctly in the room. Among these men was the CEO of Hamilton multinational group of companies, Xander Hamilton. A mysterious billionaire who appeared to take the upper hand in the business world six years ago and also a rival to so many businesses in America, not excluding her husband's. Xander was sitting on a black couch with his legs crossed against each other. He seemed unmoved by what he had just done as he tossed the gun in the nearby table. A loud gasp escaped Matilda's lips, and it only alerted the men in

Very good. Albrey Hamilton steps out of the room and closes the door with a loud bang. "President..." Before the crew can complete their words, the gloomy and fierce aura oozing out of Albrey Hamilton's straight and tall figure makes them unconsciously take a step back and gulp with fright. They can only lower their head and watch Albrey Hamilton leave. Albrey's assistant, Hugh, hurriedly steps forward while holding a first aid kit and a lunchbox from a three-star Michelin restaurant. "Boss..."

His tie hung loose, careless, as if rules bent for him. The air shifted. Conversations paused. Heads turned. Gasps and whispers spread through the hallway like wildfire. “Is that—” one scrub nurse whispered, clutching her colleague’s arm. “Oh my God, it’s him. Liam Hamilton. The heir.” “He’s even hotter in person, look at that jawline.” “And he’s only twenty-five.” Her steps faltered, lungs compressing. The name ricocheted through her skull. Hamilton. As in Hamilton Medical Group. As in Hamilton Medical City, the empire she worked under.

She had everything we had put on official record. She did not have the committee connection. "She will not see it coming," Marcus said. He set the secondary package on the table. "It enters the meeting after the foundation is established. After she has already understood from the founding instrument that the reach of our documentation is longer than she believed. At that point—" "She receives it already knowing that what she thought was safe is not," I said. "Yes." Damien looked at the package. He did not say anything about it. He did not need to. The secondary package was not just evidence. It was his father's answer, documented, ready to be placed in front of the person who had made sure i

But he just laughed louder, running straight toward the waiting car—toward a night I wasn’t sure I was ready for, but one I could no longer avoid. Outside, the first thing I noticed was the car. It wasn’t a taxi. It wasn’t even close. The sleek black vehicle sat calmly by the curb, polished and imposing, the kind of car that didn’t just arrive anywhere—it announced itself. My heart skipped uncomfortably. I already knew before I fully processed it. This was a Harrison car. Before I could retreat or even think of another excuse, the door opened from the inside. And then I saw him. Kai Harrison.

Larissa said, "I don't have time to explain. Where is Ambrose?" Zayn pointed in one direction. "Over there. I've been keeping an eye on him!" The duo sneakily got closer to Ambrose. Then, they heard Ambrose saying coldly, "I'm married, and I'm very in love with my wife. Ms. Herondale, please stop following me in case of any false rumors. Everyone in the industry knows that I've got quite a temper." The woman's name was Camy Herondale. Flushed red, she said, "Mr. Hamilton, I heard you bought the HV August F4CC motorcycle. I'm a pro-racer, and I really want this bike. Could you please sell it to me?"

Even Blaze surrendered to Callum at this beautiful payoff. ***** Tabby

Ronan stared at me as if I had said something absurd. Then he gave a cold laugh, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me toward the Shrine. “Stop playing games.” “You really thought I would bow to that precious Moonborn Core of yours in the end, didn’t you?” His grip tightened. “Fine. You win.” “The elders want a Moonborn Luna. Blackthorne wants a black-core heir.” “We’ll confirm what needs to be confirmed today. I’ll arrange the rest of the bonding ceremony later.” He sounded like a man forcing himself to swallow poison.