Her Deadly Rival Novels & Stories

His pupils contracted sharply. Vera tilted her head. The smile on her face mirrored Soren's. "Mine.” "Kieran, we once had a pup together. Only you killed him with your own hands."

Daniela I never thought my boss would have saved my neck after the tantrum Sophie had thrown across my desk. I glanced down at the crumpled cup by my heels, letting out a sharp breath. Thank God I'd been too busy to touch the espresso when it arrived; it had lost its scalding edge. If it had been fresh, the force Sophie used to empty it onto me would have blistered my skin. But the real shock was vibrating through the air between us. Were they in the middle of a massive fallout? After all, the first time I'd dared hold my own against his fiancée, he had practically given me a death threat to watch my mouth.

She’s probably wondering how she got in the middle of all this mess. I stole a glance at her. Her dark hair clung to her pale cheeks, and her fingers twisted the hem of her sweater, betraying the chaos in her head. I wanted her to talk, to tell me about the two people she’d learned were trying to kill her. Caleb, that snake with his fake smiles, who had been way too close to her for weeks, playing the hero while plotting her death. And Vanessa, her rival since this freshman year, whose cruelty from day one has haunted Isabella. Then there was her best friend, Mia, lying broken in a hospital bed because of them. No wonder Isabella looked like she was carrying a thousand pounds.

Richard turned to look at his father "You heard me right. All my mates and friends are dead. Lord Frank is dead, Lord Haimi also. You need to be prepared Richard" They all went mute as they continued to watch the two ladies cling swords with each other, Zafira had won the first round, and Andriana was victorious in the second. The last round was going to determine who wins

Vlad gritted out. Adelena chuckled. "Vlad when you put it in that way then yes, I was the one who struck the final death strike which killed my sister but I wasn't the one who killed her. You see, yes I was jealous of my sister, of the power she possesses and she trying to make peace with all supernatural, example by her getting married to this nondetity," she said pointing at Osiris. "In as much as I hated my sister I wasn't planning to kill her, to take her throne and maybe to find a way to get powers, yes but killing her wasn't on my mind." Samira snorted. "Tell that to the birds, they will believe you quickly."

I gritted, my words exhibiting all the hatred I contained for the opponent, enlightening them how grave the situation was. “Now, the choice is on you all. Win or die. Because if we get defeated and you all survive, I’ll make sure to take each of the lives that live under the name of De Luca’s before giving up my own last breaths, understood?” I slammed my fist on the desk, shouting with all the harshness I could fetch within, “This is fucking war, the same war that broke us years ago, the man whose name every one of you can remember, Nicholas whose real name was Nathanial Knightley. History is repeating. We will fight the same war once again, but this time with his sister and his whole fucki

A video popped up: Cara and the man in a bed, resting after an intimate session. “Babe, now that Kane is no longer the leader, our plans are ruined,” he said sadly, playing with her hair. Cara smirked. “I already have a different plan.” “What’s that?” “I’ll get into Daniel’s life the same way I did to Kane. Just wait and see. And when my child is crowned heir…” She paused and laughed. “We will orchestrate Daniel’s death and own the Mafia.” Gasps rippled through the room as people watched in shock.

"And you might just find it in the most unexpected places." The name he mentioned sent a jolt through me—Vittoria DeLuca, a rival from my early days in the mafia. Known for her sharp intellect and cunning tactics, she had once been a thorn in my side. But times had changed, and enemies could become allies in the blink of an eye.

Why should I care? But I do. I care too much. Because there’s so much I don’t know about him, and I hate it. I hate that his eyes can strip me bare when mine can’t even touch the surface of him. What was he like before? Before the night we met. Before I became the girl he should’ve killed but hasn’t. “Tell me,” I press, softer now. And then, finally, she does. “Eight or nine years ago,” she begins, crossing her arms, “a rival of the Russells plotted to destroy them. A Don named Alesso.

'please don't kill her' His words ringed in my ears as I shook my head. The same cliche full story. His rival mafia gang has killed the love of his life and he's in guilt thinking that he's the reason behind her death. So he already got his sadly ever after.. Sheesh!!