My Former Flame: The Tycoon Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Yes. He confessed to everything. He set the fire. I have the recordings." Joanne stepped forward and grabbed Tyler by the hair. "Tyler, why did you do this? You've been with me for nearly 10 years. When your mother was diagnosed with late-stage cancer, I lent you 100,000 dollars so you could pay for her treatment. And this is how you repay me?" Whatever Sven had done before they arrived had completely broken Tyler. He trembled uncontrollably, unable to keep himself together. Under questioning, he cracked almost immediately. He admitted that he had set the fire partly out of resentment over being fired. But there was also a woman with the surname Sullivan who had promised him 1,000,000 dolla

He wasn't smiling, but still managed to look so hot and handsome. "Yes, why do you have his photo as your wallpaper? Who is he?" Grace frowned. "That's what I was explaining yesterday. This hot specimen is our new CEO, Enrique Black. He is a billionaire and has so much money, that he doesn't know what to do with it. His family, the Blacks, they come from old money. Their family heritage can be traced back to six generations of riches. He has a supermodel younger sister, Sophia and his ex is the supermodel, Margot Prescott. He is also a celebrity chef, he is the host of Cook Your Feelings Out. He—"

I finished the tea in one sitting, relishing the warmth of the fireplace and the soothing feeling the tea brought to my body. I placed a hand to my abdomen, massaging the place between my abdomen and my core. If I were in a different pack tonight, I wouldn’t be able to do any of this. The Moonflame Pack is a heaven for my father and sister, and a hell for me. Speaking of Elodie, I wonder how Father treats her now that her engagement with Alpha Gregor has been broken. Will my father treat her like how he treated me? Or will he just find another Alpha to marry her to?

The morning sun filtered through the tinted windows of the sleek Maybach as it glided through the city streets. Valerie sat quietly in the soft leather back seat, her mind wandering back to how she had spent the last two years struggling for scraps of recognition back when she was with Damian. She had poured her soul into his family’s company, staying up until dawn in dark, freezing workrooms just to get a single approving nod that never came. Now, she hadn't even spent up to a week with Killian, and everything she had ever dreamed of was being handed to her on a golden platter. She couldn’t bring herself to fully process it.

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

He received another message from Flame and he recalled how he had wanted to talk to Flame after dinner at the De Luan home. He didn't read the message and instead called Flame directly. “Boss! Where have you been these months. Your secretary told me you went on vacation?” Flame quickly answered the phone on the first ring. Stephano recalled switching off all connection to the mafia business to give all of his time to his red flower. And, judging by Flame's agitated voice he knew things had gone wrong in his absence. "What happened?” Stephano wanted Flame to get straight to the point. Just then Stephano heard the door of his room make the unlocking sound before seeing the door slowly opening.

“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!”

[ 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.