My Former Flame: The Tycoon Novels & Stories

He glanced one last look at Sally, and then, he clenched his phone on his fist and went on to find where Stephanie was at. Meanwhile, at some nearby exclusive restaurant, Stephanie sipped her champagne as she glanced at Maya, who was sitting right in front of her. Stephanie was trying to analyze Maya’s motives; she looked around to see if she was being set up or whatever. Stephanie, being seen in public and due to her recent argument with a powerful family- the Simons, she knew best then to create another buzz around her.

He was hard to miss , she could have picked him in any line up. ** Nickolas was back on the vintage point where he had just been only a few hours earlier looking down at the ranch, only then he didn’t have an idea of how big the plot had been. His blonde hair fell in waves on his face. “I don’t like this.” He said to Florence whose only response was to the flaring of her nostrils. The man could have been sent by that sleazy salesman Owen, but why did they have to make a fire as a distraction? It was either they knew who he was or they knew that he wouldn’t give her up without a fight, not when he had just found her after so long.

“None of your business, Tyron. You’re late. I told you an hour ago, and you show up now? I don’t tolerate incompetence.” His face hardened, and he grabbed my chin, his grip tight. “I’m only here ‘cause I want to, Tasha. You think your little money got me out here to bomb this place? I’m in it for the fun, not you. Watch your tongue.” He let go, pushing me slightly. I glared, my heart pounding, but I stayed quiet. He ordered his men to plant the bombs around the house, and I watched, my lips curling. Tyron was arrogant, but he was perfect for this. His father was a mafia boss, locked up awaiting trial for worldwide crimes, leaving Tyron to survive on drugs, robbery, and kidnapping. I’d known

“I am boss. And I always cut down my prey. I never miss the target.” “I figured my dad is aware of this?” Stephano asked and Flame nodded in response. “Your grandfather told him not to get involved boss.” Flame added and Stephano nodded. Even though he seemed calm on the outside. His insides were burning with an unquenchable vengeance and a satiable desire to kill them all. They dared to get Rose involved. His innocent Rose. He purposely didn't wipe out their whole cartel but now he was going to rage war and make sure he sends them straight to hell. “Kill all of them and burn their remaining properties to the ground. But bring back Sayidrad alive. I'll handle him my way. This will mark the e

“Ah yeah, the mister snobbish and arrogant guy. Why?” “He’s Darren Flinch. The CEO of the Flame Corporation!” “Oh, shit! You didn’t read the company profile?” “I didn’t! Even my fiancé’s file that Mommy Rose gave me.” “You idiot!”

She glanced at the fountain first before she looked at Theo. "I wanted to show you this special and sacred place in hopes that you will understand me and the way we live, even just for a little." Theo said with all seriousness. Maddie just nodded to urge him to continue. "This flame was revived when the war from a long time ago was put to an end. Since then, this flame was not on the verge of dying out." "Wait." Maddie even put her hand up to stop Theo from speaking. "What does the war have to do with the flame? Is the war about putting water in it?" Maddie was serious but Theo chuckled on her question which made her brows knot.

[ Blaze ] The second step of my plan succeeded today. I made a permanent place in my enemy’s life. Although I have to marry the spoiled princess of Mathew, I am ready to tolerate her useless tantrums if it means destroying my enemy gradually. He snatched everything from my family, our business, our properties, our home and most importantly our happiness.

Tyler began to say like a seasoned adventurer mapping out uncharted territories, his eyes gleaming with excitement at the prospect of boundless opportunities. “First, I am going to buy myself a good big yacht. Hahaha. I have always seen that thing in movies and read about it in a book, what is the title of that book…” Tyler tried to remember as he continued to say drunkenly. “Ah! Yes! I remember!” he exclaimed happily, drunk. “Sudden Billionaire Heiress After Divorce! Hahaha! I remember it. Don’t you see! Let me tell you what happened in the story because I want to do everything the MC did in that book hahaha!”

My heart raced, a mix of love and anticipation, my skin tingling with the memory of his touch. The beach was quiet, the waves lapping gently, the pines casting long shadows. I kicked off my sandals, the sand cool beneath my feet, memories flooding—our passionate night here, his hands on my skin, the paparazzi flash that sparked the TMZ scandal. Justin’s press tour, his family’s gradual acceptance, our Met Gala triumph—each had built us stronger. Yet Xiamond’s media shadow lingered, her Paris buzz a reminder of my old fears. Could I, Kayla Reed, once a waitress, truly claim this life with a billionaire?