My Ruthless Opponent Novels & Stories

“But this… this says his signature appeared on a transaction last night. A very dangerous transaction. One that involves weapons, information, and movement of assets that belong to the enemy.” “Enemy?” “There are factions who want to destroy The Framework,” Adrian explained. “Rogue groups who believe that order is weakness. They call themselves The Void. They want chaos. And they are very powerful.” “And my father is working with them?” Zara asked, fear clutching her heart.

He told me. "They think we're weak and fragile. So now would be the perfect opportunity for them to attack us." I told him. "You're right. That's how it works." We spent the rest of the afternoon catching up. Ramón has always been a good friend of mine, he's one of the few men in our mafia with good intentions. He's jumped in front of so many bullets for me in the past. He always tried to fight everybody's battles for them because that's the kind of person Ramón is.

"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.

"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!"

Charlie stood up from his cushioned chair Ethan Moore for years he had been Charlie's competition on becoming the richest billionaire in the country he hated picking up a magazine where his own achievements we're totally shadowod by Mr Moores but what made him despise Mr Moore was that any woman he ever seem to take an interest in was always taken and had their heart broken by him.

“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

She had been reckless, naive, and now she was trapped. And he would be relentless. Because he was a billionaire—cold, ruthless, heartless. His empire had been built on control, manipulation, and eliminating anyone who defied him. He didn’t forgive. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t care. And now, Yesha realized with a hollow pang, he owned her. “Yesha Elaine,” he said, stepping closer, so close she could feel the heat from him, “the moment you signed, you stopped being yours. That is the reality. You can scream, you can fight, you can resist… but it won’t change a thing.”

I don’t even need those but this is my way to cope up. “Can we go outside?” I asked our personal driver who are busy reading something in the newspaper. His a driver and body guard at the same time. I think his two years older in my husband. His name is David, a private bodyguard who came from military. “Do you had a permission from your husband?” he asked not even giving me an eye. I groaned in frustration. “I know your are only here to play.” I raised my brow because of what he said. “My friend, your husband, he’s not here to play Isabelle. Cut the game you are playing.”