Her Deadly Rival Novels & Stories

“There were three young male friends two of them were brothers Whilst the third was their friend, their friend one day got into an heated argument with a random kid from another school, and by that it was every evident that these two kids hated each other to the core ,but one's hate was more than the other and he decided to take it a step further to visit his rival in his hosue… My heart best was froppin by the minute and every now and then I kept looking back at Raph and he was looking at me too. Why did that story sound so familiar??? “...in visiting him in his hosue they got into another fight and then one of the kids ended up being killed, and guess what it was the one one who decided to

“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.

Tears and snot streamed down her face as she banged her head repeatedly on the floor, her forehead quickly turned bruised and swollen. "I'm begging you. I'll find a way to pay you back. I swear I will. Just let Dwight go!" The two officers frowned but remained silent, their eyes fixed on me. I looked down at the woman whom I had once cherished, trusted, and who had ultimately tried to take my life. I watched her, without a second thought, discard every shred of dignity for her brother. In my previous life, when I was curled up in the hospital in the late stages of stomach cancer, racked with pain, did she kneel before the doctors like this, crying and begging them to use the best medicine?

Agreeing to his strategy meant completely abandoning the pristine, calculated methodology my father had violently drilled into me since childhood. It meant crossing a massive legal and moral boundary, fully aligning myself with the Valez heir to protect a legacy my family had actively destroyed. I looked at his expressive face, the messy dark hair, and the fierce determination anchoring his posture. The inherited rivalry felt completely irrelevant compared to the visceral, magnetic pull anchoring me to this exact moment. "I am with you," I said with entire certainty. Dante’s lips formed into a lethal smile, the sheer approval in his expression sending another jolt of adrenaline straight thro

“You’ll get to see more of this often, so I’d advice that you braced yourself….” Her words had become one with the wind that swept our faces, as I tried to digest her the scene before me. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I wasn't supposed to be this surprised. Bagging that deal with Columbus led to the death of his most hated rival, Kenzie. A ridiculous coincidence if I must admit. But seeing her actually murder someone made the hairs of my body stand. More so, because he was an abuser. What if she finds out that I once abused Yuanita too? Does that mean I..

She was standing in front of a window, and behind her, I could see the glowing red sign of the South Tower. “He’s right about one thing, V-01,” the woman whispered, her voice a chilling echo of mine. “Daniel did kill a girl that night. But it wasn’t Isabella. And it wasn’t me.” “Then who died?” I asked, my heart stopping. The woman leaned into the camera, the scar on her face jagged and white in the light. “Check the birth certificates in the dossier, Victoria. You didn’t have a best friend. You had a twin. And Zander Blackwood is the one who chose which one of us got the crown… and which one got the grave.”

I felt the coldness of that damp floor against my back. The pain…. The betrayal…. My stomach twisted violently. Athena felt it. My grip tightened on her neck. “I’m here.” She coaxed me, but these three words almost destroyed me. Because in my previous life, I had needed to hear them more than anything. But Athena never came. Not because she didn’t care, but because she couldn’t find me, and later she was also killed in an accident by Jessica. Athena immediately pulled away just enough to hold my face between her palms.

“She wasn’t from a powerful family like mine, but she had a fire in her that drew me to her. Against all odds, we fell in love.” “Then what happened?” I asked, unable to keep the edge out of my voice. His expression darkened, the softness replaced by a cold, steely resolve. “Rivalries in our world are rarely just about business. They’re personal. And my enemies knew the best way to hurt me was through her.” My stomach churned, dread pooling in my gut. “She was taken,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Raped. Killed. They made sure I knew it was because of me. Because I dared to defy them.”

They need to plan it to make sure they won't fall flat, knowing their victim as a Mafia Boss, they are in threat. "Lucas wants him dead, and I think this is a perfect time to kill his rival." "Stop pouting, Von. You're tempting me to kiss you, just tell me the details about this man, what's his background?" She slightly glared at his companion but she couldn't take it, she accidentally slipped her heart a bit as she tried to stop herself from smiling. It's not that she relishes this man but she's somehow fascinated with his presence and she won't concede it.