My Former Flame: The Tycoon Novels & Stories

I don’t understand how I loved this man before. “You can’t make me come back to you, Damon. Even if the world comes to an end right now.” He laughed like a madman. [How much does Matteo Moretti pay you to open your legs to him, huh? How much to the point that you didn’t even ask for my help when I framed your friend for drugs and human trafficking?] My heart raced as anger dripped in every vein in my body. My fists balled and trembled as my eyes sharpened. “What did you say?”

I don’t move. That kind of desperation has value. Not the offer — not yet — but the insight into how far a man will go to keep breathing. I’ve been cleaning out the pigs from the system for months now. Inheriting the Famiglia’s business meant taking on the dirtiest, most brutal parts of life. And part of my job is separating what can be salvaged from what needs to burn. “You know how much you owe?” He hesitates, trying to look sane. “I… lost track.”

He replied, growing irritated. She sighed beside him as they walked down the hallway with bodyguards behind them. “I don’t want a child. I want your child.” He made no reply to that. He had no interest in having children. People whispered as they walked past them, but Graeme was used to it. Being a filthy rich tycoon, gossip came with the territory. It didn’t disturbing him in the slightest. Let them talk.

The existence of the tycoons has become the reason she cannot survive, so he will reset the tycoon structure of THE PHOENIXFELL EMPIRE. That way, she can live however she wants. “I’ve never seen you like this before.” Benjamin felt as if he no longer recognized Reginald at all. “You’re going to destroy yourself too!” He was the tycoon among tycoons! How could he disregard everything and everyone just for Heloise? “I failed to protect her, so I am naturally among that hundredfold of people.”

Her hair was elegantly combed back, a symbol of her unwavering confidence and mastery over the situation. As he savored his cigar and watched with satisfaction the building consumed by fire, Valentin knew that this was just the beginning of his quest to become the ultimate mafia leader in the city. His eyes burned with ambition, and he was willing to use all the means necessary to achieve his goal. That flame of destruction was not only a symbol of Lecomte’s ruin, but also the fire that ignited his own ambition to dominate the city as the ruling mafia. It was the beginning of his meteoric rise into the dark underworld of crime. Valentin turned slowly, taking his gaze away from the burning bu

“So no, I don’t believe you.” I didn’t know that. All I knew was Darren was into me and had brought up the proposal, although it had been a sly way of attracting me even more, but I had checked, and the proposal was good. I hadn’t known it was an open business between his father and Alexander. Besides, since when did we start competing for deals?

Tyrell nodded in response to my question and his smile widened even more. "Yes, I and Blaze are childhood friends; it's been quite a long time since we last saw each other, though," he mumbled, giving me an answer to my questions about them knowing each other. "And I must say it such a delight seeing you again, Blaze. Come on, give me a hug. Haven't you missed me?" Tyrell muttered, placing the bouquet of flowers in his hand on the table and spreading his arms wide for a hug. Blaze stood rooted on his spot not taking even a step to inch closer to Tyrell so they could hug each other. Rather he averted his gaze from Tyrell to me. There was definitely some bad blood between these two, or it wasn

“Stop!” I didn’t, and I wouldn’t. “You didn’t believe in my passion, remember? So you sold me to Weston instead. Now I’m finally free from you and Tyrion’s tyranny, and I am still the bad guy? Yeah, maybe the prenup agreement slipped my mind, but I will prove to you that my husband is not after my money. In fact, he has his own, and Osmium is at the top of the game. Now, if you have nothing good to say, leave this office and never return until you learn your place. And I swear to you, Star LLC will be bigger than your CTEC.”

It was generous, sure, but I knew better; men like Julian didn't help without strings attached. Flashes of our encounter replayed in my head like a bad dream. We'd been alone in that lavish hotel room, me standing in front of the dressing mirror, still reeling from Ethan's betrayal. His hands had gripped my waist from behind, his breath warm against my ear. "You're stunningly beautiful. You know that?" he'd murmured, his voice a mix of charm and something darker. It had ignited a spark in me, despite the numbness—Julian was infamous for his flirtatious ways, a notorious playboy with a mysterious edge. But I couldn't ignore the truth.

I’m staring at the photo on the screen. I would be lying if I said he didn’t cross my mind in the past month but I started to forget what he looked like. Now the memories flood back in. His face is unsmiling here but he still looks handsome. I read the news crawl. He’s Diego Santoro, millionaire businessman. I’ve heard that name before, wealthy beyond imagination and rumored to be part of the mafia. What the hell have I gotten myself into?