Novel & Cerita Heated Rivalry Book

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They would’ve been really overthinking if the rivalry was not that much but it was not the case. “Ace, whatever Freddie said is true.” Jacob spoke. “Jacob... you saw how Edwin supported your relationship. I don’t think he'd do anything like that.” “Ace, just because he is supporting Kate, doesn’t mean the rivalry is ended. I still loathe him and his college mates except Kate. The rivalry is still on. You also loathe him, right?” Ace gulped not replying anything for a moment. The truth was, his hatred on him was gone a long back. It was replaced with some other feeling, that Ace also wasn’t aware of.

It doesn't intend him if her intent is not important. She had known Nathalie since childhood. She has a temper tantrum and is often hot-tempered and easily hurt. Sometimes what I have is also what she wants. Everything I have. She has it too. Something I no longer paid attention too. Only now did I realize and thought that the woman was competing with him. Even to the man I like. She wants to too. It's just like they can match the man they want. I just ignored him because I thought maybe she was just like that.

“Right. And this one about two rival bakers falling in love is clearly a political thriller.” “It’s not what it looks like,” I said, stepping forward to reclaim the book. He held it just out of reach. “You really do have a type.” “I do not,” I shot back, trying to grab it again. He tilted his head, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “You realize you’re confirming my point, right?” I exhaled sharply, narrowing my eyes. “I’ll prove you wrong.” “Oh?” he asked, clearly entertained. “I’m going to beat your score on that reading challenge,” I said, nodding toward the chart on the far wall.

The sterile smell of disinfectant clung to Elisa’s skin no matter how often she scrubbed her hands. For weeks she remained at Leonard’s side, the steady beeping of machines, her lullaby, the hum of whispered gossip, her constant backdrop. Her father lingered near the window, arms folded, watching over her more than the patient. He had been her anchor, quietly supportive while the rest of the world pointed accusing fingers at the Darkhorse name. “Their rivalry was no secret,” voices had whispered in hospital corridors. “Isn’t it obvious who orchestrated the attack?”

“But on a serious note, Luna, you shouldn't fall for him. He is a rival to your husband, so…” “A rival? What do you mean?” I asked. “What I mean is… Riven and Sky are like fire and water. They really can't stand each other,” he said, squinting his face. “And I think it's because your husband is jealous.” I scoffed. “Jealous? Jealous how?”

“Defiance. Interesting. Most women try to impress me. But you? You’d rather test how far you can push before I break you.” Angela’s pulse raced, but she refused to look away. “Try me. And you’ll find that I don’t break.” For a long moment, Daniel studied her, his expression unreadable. Then he chuckled under his breath—dark, amused, dangerous. “Careful, Angela,” he murmured, saying her name like it belonged to him. “I like stubbornness. But I like winning more. And when I win, I don’t just claim victory—I claim everything. And right now, I want you.”

“Good. I do not want my wife anywhere near that man.” I nodded, even though part of me bristled at the word wife, at the ownership threaded through his tone. Sebastian Cross was a name spoken often in our home, usually followed by irritation or contempt. Chris’s rival. The man whose company challenged his at every turn. According to gossip, Sebastian was brilliant, ruthless, and dangerously charming. And single. Everyone knew that too. One night stands. No attachments. No complications. The kind of man wives were warned about, half joking and half serious.

Something dangerous. There were moments when our rivalry bled into every corner of the school day. A misstep in the hallway became a silent war of “who would move first.” A book dropped in the library became an excuse to throw a smirk or glare that lingered too long. Even when we were in different classes, the air seemed charged, as if we were both waiting for the next inevitable collision.

“But then Dahlia came into the picture. We both met her around the same time at some high-society event. She was beautiful, charming, ambitious — everything we thought we wanted in a woman. And we both fell for her. Hard. It started as friendly competition, but it quickly turned into something ugly. We started fighting over her attention, over who could impress her more. It became this stupid rivalry that consumed us. We stopped focusing on our businesses together and started trying to one-up each other personally. It was ridiculous, looking back now. But at the time, it felt like the most important thing in the world.” I stayed silent, listening intently, my heart pounding faster with every