Negotiations Synonyms

I had been with Lars Carter for six years. The head of Midas Capital in Eastwind City, he was a rising star in Riverton's Silver Street—the heart of this nation's financial world. Few knew his true roots. Within him flowed the Vitalus bloodline. Lars descended from an old mafia clan from the city of Virgil in Vitalus, the Viktors. Midas Capital was ours. We built it from the ground up together; Lars would haunt private clubs, ironing out business deals amid drinks. I would stay by his side, doing the accounts, steering the direction of the negotiations, and memorizing every detail of the high-stakes contracts. We did everything together—a tight team. Or so I thought. In my naivete, I was convinced I would rule the city alongside him. The woman behind the man, so to speak. …Until Pearl Ross arrived two months ago. His childhood sweetheart moved from Virgil to Eastwind City. It was then that I knew—she was the one he was waiting for all along. It had always been her. "Lars, I want to get married." Lars' face tightened; hesitation veiled in businesslike concern. "Bianca, you know the company's at a critical stage… We're mid-fundraising. I can't right now." I smiled, calm and composed. "That's fine." He misunderstood. I was getting married—just not to him.

Who knew that bumping on to a stranger's car would give someone a one way ticket to a world they so despise and desperately avoid? Sienna Melendez doesn't want to be married, nor fall in love. She had that tattooed across her brain. She doesn't need these things, she can live and be happy just by herself. Plus, she doesn't want the pain that comes with love. It hurts, anesthetics could never help, and time doesn't seem to heal it at all. But when she bumped into a guy's car, she thought that after a few negotiations and her paying for the damages, they would just forget and move on. No, her parents thought she was being too friendly with him and thought it was best for the both of their companies if they were married. Things did not end well, and now, she's facing a life being trapped in a marriage with the heir of the Valencia empire, the "demon" as she had nicknamed him, Neo Valencia. ** "Damn it!" marahas niyang itinapon ang tuwalyang hawak sa sofa. "You know what? I hate you! I hate your dumb voice, your stupid muscles and your annoyingly attractive face!" "And you know what they say," his lips twitched into a smirk. "- that love and hate are two sides of a very... very thin line," tinalikuran siya nito at pumasok na sa banyo. And she just stood there, trying to process what he just said when she realized something. "Hoy! Ako na dapat 'yong mauuna sa banyo eh!"

I am the white wolf princess of the Coyote Pack. By the Moon Goddess’s decree, Barry was meant to be my fated mate. But during the peace negotiations, he gave me away—to Bayport’s crippled warrior, Colin—as a “hostage bride.” Barry smiled carelessly, his voice cruelly tender. “Emily, let me complete the bond with Evelyn first. This is just a deal. You are still my true Luna.” My nails bit into my palms, pain hollowing out my chest. Evelyn was nothing but a low-blood she-wolf he had rescued from the border. Yet for her, he used a truce marriage alliance to force me into surrender. Later, when I sought him out, I found him tending Evelyn’s wounds, wrapping her with gentle hands. He looked up, his tone light as if it cost him nothing. “If you let Evelyn be my mate alongside you, and divide half of your inheritance for her, I will withdraw the marriage alliance order.” I took off the bone pendant he once risked his life to give me and held it out to him. But he let it slip from his hand, shattering it against the floor. “If you don’t want it,” he said coldly, “then throw it away.” On the eve of the wedding alliance, Evelyn fell to her knees before the pack, sobbing as she accused me of hiding the Alpha’s Contract Stone—to help Colin breach our borders. The crowd erupted in whispers. Barry admitted it was he who had gifted me the stone, yet still turned on me, demanding: “If I ask for it back, will you return it?” At that moment, I finally let every hope die.