My Ruthless Opponent Novels & Stories

I roared, the raw fury finally obliterating my desperate, fragile hope. I closed the distance between us before he could blink. My hand wrapped around his throat, the partial shift tearing through my skin as thick black claws dug into his collar, slamming his heavy frame backward against the central oak table. The maps crumpled beneath his weight, markers scattering across the floor like hollow bones.

He moved like a ghost through the darkness, taking down anyone who stood in his way with lethal efficiency and grace. Zara watched him on the camera feeds, her heart swelling with love and pride seeing how powerful and protective he was. She directed reinforcements to where they were needed most, using her sharp mind to predict the enemy’s next moves and cutting off any possible escape routes. The battle raged on for hours, but it was clear that The Framework had the upper hand and would not be defeated this night. When the first rays of sunlight started to peek through the mountains, the fighting finally ceased and the area was declared safe and secure. Zara rushed outside the moment she go

“Do you even know who I am?” “Yes,” I hissed. “And soon the whole world will. Your empire will burn when the police knock on your door.” He chuckled slowly. “Have you ever heard the name Luciano De Rossi?” The air in the room shifted. That name—Luciano De Rossi—was the name Davin had spent his life running from. The name behind every sleepless night, every gunshot that echoed through our walls. “I’m Luciano De Rossi,” he said simply. “Your beloved husband’s greatest nemesis.”

Tiago blankly responded to my question. "And who is it that you take orders from again?" I shot back at him. "Mancini, your husband's biggest enemy, the head of the Italian mafia." Cara proudly stated and I gulped down nervously. If their boss is Mateo's biggest enemy then my title as the doña means nothing to him. Cara squatted down in front of me until she was at eye level with me. "Don't worry, Hera. I'm sure he'll be gentle." She mocked and I smiled before spitting into her face.

"Consider it practice." There was something he wasn't saying. Isabella studied him, trying to read between the lines. "Is that the only reason?" A muscle ticked in his jaw. "You said you wanted to know who I really am. This is your chance." Understanding dawned. He was offering her a glimpse behind the curtain—showing her Alexander Kane, the businessman whose reputation struck fear into boardrooms across the country. The man the financial press had nicknamed "The Executioner" for his ruthless corporate takedowns.

Even though it was cold and his body was naturally heated, the cold still managed to get to him, and he wasn't even sure if he was in the right mindset anymore. "Why do you care?" The man beside him retorted, "Did he not want to become the King's right-hand man? Then let him suffer for himself. Humph!" "Now, it's time to know who his opponent would be." Aldridge began speaking. Valen quickly did a survey scan, trying to see who he could have as an opponent. "The one who will compete with Valen next week is..." Everyone was quiet and the anticipation was clearly written all over their faces. "...Lucan." He completed his words, dropping the bomb shell with no remorse or regret.

“I’m telling you to be ruthless.” The word hung there. Ruthless. “Keep your distance,” she continued, “But fire on all cylinders.” For a moment, I saw her—the Natalie I’d known for years. Unforgiving. Quick. Heavy-handed with enemies. The kind of person who didn’t lose sleep over moral dilemmas like the rest of us. And God help me… maybe we needed that right now. Maybe it was time to stop playing defense and start crushing the board before Peter could reach for another piece.

"No, no. That's not it. I can explain-" "Hindi! Sarado na ang isipan ko! Buong-buo ang loob ko ngayon, alam mo ba 'yon? Lalabanan kita, Thaddeus, hijo! Lalaban ako! Maglaban tayo! Ihahain ko sa anak ko ang balitang ito at hindi lang sa anak ko, sa buong sambayanan na rin! I'll make them know that the famous and respected Thaddeus Trimarco is a cheater and a liar! This is war!"

Ethan annoyingly and angrily scolded, he was passing out his frustration on her. "Common sense should tell you that this is how we carry out our duties here, Mr." She challenged back. She wasn't the type to shy away when humiliated. "If you are looking for where to pass out your frustrations, I advise you to leave this place," she added, her lips pouting towards him. "How dare you?" Ethan stood up in anger. Clinton on the other hand was enjoying the show, the girl was a daring type, she readily challenged the most successful billionaire.

“The way he looks at me?” “Yes. I know. It’s how my husband looks at me, how Rafe looks at Marge,” she paused. “Max was right about her brother. He barely talks. And when he does, all he talks about is business. Do you know what they call him in the business world? They named him “The Ruthless Magnate”. And he sure to live up to his name. He seized property by property, whenever he gets the opportunity, building his empire of hotels. But everytime he looks at you, I see tenderness, gentleness, love. Something I have never seen before,” Beatrice gave her a smile and a gentle squiz in her hand. “Honey, whatever situation you are in, whatever set up you and my son have, as long as both of you a