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Dangerous. Not because of the threat. Because of what it meant. Someone was no longer comparing Mia to Isabella. Someone was positioning them against each other. Two women. Two sides. Two symbols. One representing loyalty. The other representing ambition. And somewhere in the shadows, the enemy was preparing to turn that rivalry into a weapon. The psychological war had officially begun.

"The Vance family." The ancient feud between the Sterlings and the Vances had tasted like blood for decades. They had fought over territory, shipping lines, and power since their grandfathers' time. For Damian Vance to treat his own wife like garbage in the dirt was one thing, but to throw her right onto Sterling ground was an entirely different declaration of war. "What do you want to do, sir?" Julian asked, his tone shifting into absolute professional lockstep. "Should I prepare a statement? Alert the board?"

She had a wickedly sweet smile as she walked out and I knew she was up to no good. Mrs. Avery is a very manipulative woman. She can even make best friends turn enemies and business partners rivals. I have seen that happen before. It makes me question if our love would stand through the storm she was brewing. I love him way too much and it helped that he loved me just as much. This reminder reduced my doubts and fears a little.

His empire is getting stronger day by day, and the way he has crushed so many business families and brought them to their knees compelled my father to tie the knot with Veros since they are the second most powerful and influential family in Italy, after ours. Our families have been in good competition with each other for ages. And as far as I remember, I was in this rivalry since I was ten when I first had this match where Sebastian Vero, was my opponent. Since then, we have never missed the chance to prove who is better, both in business and sports, or any other occasion. But now having him as my brother-in-law was nothing more than a nightmare. I very well remember the 'so-called' threat t

(This story contains themes of forced sex and domination. Do not read if you may find this triggering.) The pub was already crowded when they arrived. Helen found a table in one corner, as far from the band as possible; bands were notoriously loud here. She scanned the room. It was brimming with hot blokes, and she remembered the local rugby match that afternoon, so the pub was full of the players. She grinned. Rugby was her favourite spectator sport because the men looked incredibly fit and muscular. She had had many vivid fantasies about them.

“You weren’t hiding it well.” “I wasn’t trying to hide it,” she whispered. “I just didn’t want you to hear it.” He stepped closer again. This time she didn’t move. His breath was warm on her neck. Rachel’s breath hitched. He reached for the burn touching it tenderly but then stopped . Her hands trembled against her stomach, fists clenched in her blouse. She felt heat rise through her—not from pain this time, but from something far more dangerous. She turned halfway toward him, eyes catching his in the low lamp light.

My jaw tightened. I had seen his face before, countless times over the years. On screens. In newspapers. On banners and sponsorship deals. Every time his name came up beside mine, it was always the same narrative, rivalry. Competition. Two rising heirs destined to clash. But that was never what he was to me. Riko wasn’t just a rival that stole some of my brand deals. He wasn’t just competition that I needed to face on the field. He was my enemy. And one day, I was going to kill him myself.

he muttered. I stayed quiet, and so did Arda and the rest. “K3, can I sniff your uniforms?!” “I’m counting on you to win the next basketball match!” The shouting only got louder, and the girls were practically melting. Even the guys stared at the K3 with admiration. Well, what did I expect? In this school, the K3 were treated like royalty, though only my roommates and a few others knew how pretentious they really were. Drake, Jeff, and Dray made up the famous trio.

The rivalry wasn’t over. It had only just begun to burn.

Done with this childish rivalry, my wolf growled the truth I didn’t want to face. Rivalries don’t fade when you’re forced into the same territory. They ignite. I knew for a fact that this was going to be a wild ride.