Jonathan Bennett Bulge Novels & Stories

Elio just smirked and said calmly, "Make fun of you? I'd be too kind. You're the one without shame, chasing after a woman who's already married. What do you think you are?" Lana yelled, "Zip it! What's wrong with a long face? It means he's lucky and rich. That's way better than a weakling like you. I like Bennett and want him as a son-in-law. You should just divorce Evelyn and leave the Jones family." Bennett grinned, feeling proud, and bragged, "You hear that, kid? Evelyn's dad and mom like me better. What do you have that can beat me?" "You don't have a job, right? I'm a deputy general manager with a yearly salary of 300 thousand dollars."

"Bennett, remember to pick me up tonight." "You can go home with Mom." Morgan shook her head. "No, Mom will nag at me on the way." "Being nagged might be beneficial for you." With that, Bennett dropped her off at the company's lobby. "Go make money. I'm leaving." Bennett retrieved his phone and called Jonathan Mitchell, his junior. "Meet me at Bell Avenue." Jonathan didn't say anything and simply hung up. Shortly after, he sneaked out and went to the street just one block away from where he worked.

If she got rid of Adrian Bennett, and the Bennett family had only one son, she would inherit their wealth. "Quickly turn off this disgraceful thing!" Adrian Bennett's father shouted, "Where is that scoundrel? Find him immediately!" The shocked staff hurried to turn off the video, but the screen flickered, and another video segment appeared. "I like it when men bully me..." "Who are you? State your name!" "Liora Archer likes to be bullied by men..." The video, shot in high definition, is displayed clearly in front of everyone. Liora Archer and Vincent Russo rolled together, their excited and ecstatic expressions on full display.

“Mia, I have to say, you’ve been a delight today. It’s clear you’re the backbone of this operation.” “Thank you, Mr. Ben—Harrison,” I said, trying not to sound too surprised. Adrian nudged me playfully. “See? I told you people like you better than me.” Bennett laughed, shaking his head. “You two are something else. I have to admit, I wasn’t sure about this partnership at first, but after today, I’m convinced. You’ve got my business.” For a moment, I was too stunned to speak. Adrian recovered first, shaking Bennett’s hand with a wide grin.

“And I’m proud to announce my new position as Chief Financial Officer for Caradelli International.” The air seemed to leave the room. Nora’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. “He’s working for them,” I muttered, disbelief giving way to rage. On the screen, Jonathan continued, his words slicing through the tension like a knife. “The Bennetts’ leadership has lost its way. This is a new chapter for me, one where I can truly make a difference.” The news cut to analysts discussing the implications, speculating about the Bennetts’ supposed bankruptcy and what Jonathan’s defection meant for the family’s future.

Surely, there was never smoke without fire, and beneath this smoke was a brightly burning, dangerously heating, and fast-spreading fire. "Let me begin by offering my condolences to you, The Romanos, for the unfortunate and untimely loss of Charles, who, as we all know, was a father, and also a friend." This voice belonged to Johnathan Bennett, the Patriarch of The Bennett family. He is also the CEO of Bennett Conglomerate and the long-time rival of Charles. He was seated clad in a suit and tie, his face was filled with sadness.

[MADDOX] “So, what do you say, Richmond?” asked the man in his early forties, sitting across the table, donned in a fine business suit and a crooked grin. “Are you happy with the deal? Should we proceed with the paperwork?” Joseph Bennett was a big name in the corporate world. He was a force to be reckoned with. The man had everything: money, power, and influence. I could even name some illegal businesses under his name. But that was a dark side everyone in this business world had. It was impossible to survive without one. Sometimes, one needed more than a clean reputation and a devious personality to get what one wanted. And right now, Joseph Bennett was desperate to have me on his side. I

Bennett chuckled and closed his eyes. "He said 'Please spare my boys." I couldn't move. But I tried, as I wrapped my arms around Bennett. He looked vulnerable right now. And not the usual composed Bennett I know. "I'm here." I mumbled, trying to lift his spirit. "My father was part of that bane cult." He said again. "You figured that out, right?" He asked, lifting his head and opening his eyes. "Yes." I nodded. "I put two and two together." I mumbled and he smiled.