I Want To Be Your Left Hand Man Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Ava, do you really think you’ll be the last one standing? Look at how he treats you. Has he ever trained you to inherit? Has he ever cuddled or petted you? Remember the times he beat you? Remember how he called you—” She hit the exact place that hurt. My face went white. She had a point—one that pulled at the weak spot I’d been trying to ignore: Ethan had never once acted like he was grooming me to take over. He’d never treated me as an heir. I’d been pretending to myself. Then she grabbed my collar. “Fine—maybe I can’t beat you on paper. But Dad’s love is mine. Don’t get cocky. When push comes to shove, I’m in charge. I’ll say one word and you’ll be finished.”

"Ever since we were kids, you've been breathing down my neck, controlling every little thing I do. Who the hell do you think you are? "I let you have your way half the time, but can you just leave me alone already? I'm exhausted. Sometimes, I think the gossip was right. No wonder you were abandoned. Who could put up with a jinx like you?" A wave of intense nausea rolled through my empty stomach, a bitter lump forming in my throat. I couldn't throw up or swallow it. The ten-year-old Diana, the 17-year-old Diana... I had spent years trying to fuse all those cherished versions of her into the woman standing before me.

“So, you really think I’d want that?” “For years you’ve proved yourself to me over and again and I think you are finally ready. I want to build up an empire, and you would be my right-hand man. More than that, I will make you a true Callister—you will bear the very name that strikes fear even in the hearts of the fearless.” Some years ago, this had been my dream—it was all I wanted, but I’d grown up to realize I’d been a fool to want that. “No, thank you. Being a Calister is no longer a wish of mine. So perhaps you should return back into the shadows you came from.”

With his hands tapping along the long conference desk, he silently glares, while I stand by his side, having no clue what or why we are here. “Henceforth” Thane starts “Mr Kelvin here, will be my right hand man” he announces, tripping me off, as my gaze automatically shifts at him.“Whatever he signs I do, Whatever he says are my words” he continues “you can't get to me ? You get to him. He'd get to relate whatever to me” he blankly announces, ranking me up without a proper notice. “congratulations Mr Kelvin” Thane turns towards me, pulling his hands for a shake.

his right hand said and he just looks at him sharply. His Veining fingers brushed into the documents above the table bowing his head. "Come on man, İ have something important to do come on tell me," he said gripping his arms. "İ take her away from here damn,! İ was obsessed with her and İ don't want anyone to use her. I'm sorry my lord if I betray you, but what could İ do,? İ already consume by my burning feelings," he explained. The corner of his eyebrows arched and felt the burning inside him. His fist curled tight but, somehow he felt so relieved knowing that at least he reduce a bit sin. "Okay, İ understand, where is she,?" he asked him. the frightened eyes of his right-hand man turned i

"I am not blind. I know you are in my way. A real pain in the ass, to be honest. So here’s my offer, surrender to me." The second the words left his mouth, my men moved, fingers on the trigger, ready to paint the walls with his blood. But I lifted a hand, stopping them. Not yet. I leaned back, a slow smirk creeping onto my face. "You want me to surrender?" I asked again just to be sure he meant those words while watching him closely. This was going to be fun. "Yeah, surrender. Drop the little Don act, Powers. I will take you under my wing, make you my right-hand man, just like that little puppy over there is to you."

I reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, but he grabbed my hand. He stopped kissing me, looking down at me. “What do you want Juliet?” He asked. I swallowed. “I…” “You what?” He murmured against my lips. “I want you”, I managed to say. His lips pulled into a smirk against mine. “To do what? You have to be specific, love”, he kissed my jaw. “I want you to fuck me”, I said, heart hammering against my chest.

Beverly POV The silence after the manager’s words was deafening. It was as if the entire world chose that exact moment to pause… to hold its breath. 'Become Liam’s personal doctor. We’ll pay whatever you demand' The sentence echoed inside my head over and over again, each repetition heavier than the last. Whatever I demand? I almost laughed at the irony. Just this morning, I stepped into this city with one clear purpose in mind find the anonymous doctor, get the answers I need about Tristan, and leave. No attachments. No distractions and most importantly no emotional entanglements.

“I don’t want the money. I want the divorce.” “I was drunk. I didn’t mean any of that.” “Divorce.” I held his gaze. “If you’re serious about divorcing,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous calm, “you leave with nothing. The clothes on your back. The agreement is void if you initiate it.” I stood frozen. A slow, humorless smile touched his lips. “Think carefully, Sara. By my side, you’ll want for nothing. Ever again.” How had I ever promised my life to this man?