Novel & Cerita Paid To Care, Destined To Conquer

He finally picked her call on Sunday and helped bail her out. She paced through her apartment fuming in anger, after everything she did for him all he had to say was this was the last time he bailed her out if she got into trouble with her brainless plotting. He even told her to obediently be a toy by his side and not to think about a dead man’s title. She didn’t care if Ed was a dead or alive; what she cared was the money and the power that came with the title Mrs Evans.

Noah was reaching his age limit and if he passed away with no one after Dilan his empire and all his efforts would be a waste. The Thor empire was the greatest among all companies and the most feared and respected, its enemies had always found a way to bring it down to the dust but Noah thor never gave them the chance ever since he handed it over to his son Dilan the company has soared to greater heights making the rest utterly angry and frustrated but this time they had hope.

She only had one last job, and she can't lose it. "Yes... I promise. "She said with pleading eyes. the old lady rolled her eyes. "Okay. But if you still don't pay the rent, you have to leave, or else I will call the police. Get it? " She slowly nodded then the old lady left. It's a really bad day, what did she do to deserve this. Poverty is like a leech it just stuck to up for life time. Being poor is a curse. Because people treat you differently. They will take advantage of your necessity and needs and treated you like the dirt of their shoes, they discriminate against you and disgust you.

They had never thought that the mighty Duke would be that childish and possessive, but even more, so head over heels for his wife. "Be careful from now on." The two nodded and understood that the one behind the panel was a special existence in the Dukedom that could mean happiness or torment in the future.

She reached out, her sharp nails digging into the skin of my jaw, forcing me to look at her. "Look at you," Britney whispered, her voice dripping with venomous satisfaction. "A filthy, worthless stray covered in blood. Did you honestly think you could walk into this estate and steal the throne that was meant for me? I’ve spent years preparing to be Richard’s Luna. I won't let an Omega parasite ruin my destiny." I spat blood straight onto her immaculate crimson dress.

“What do you want?” Of necessity, it was an urgent whisper. He was her only hope of rescue and she didn’t want to alert the household guards. “You.” The self-styled conqueror – was no-one really what they seemed? – tricked her into spreading her legs simply by touching her in such a way that she wanted to lash out at him. Kicking was a very poor strategy, given how she was placed. “Go on, then,” she panted, low-voiced. “Take what you came for and begone.”

I ask not getting her point "Do not play with destiny, it might backfire" "I don't care, I won't sit quiet and let another man take what I've worked so hard for" "Beware, Edward, that which you claim to own belongs to another and doom shall befall you if you keep adamant" I walk closer to the old lady who's short and seems small to me, "I've come so far to back down now, I don't care what the consequences may be, but I'll do anything it takes to make Sheila mine"

After crying for a while, Desi also stopped. Ansel didn't want to attract public attention, so he asked Kevin to take Desi home. Desi initially refused, but Kevin threatened her with the possibility of losing advertising contracts if she neglected her work. Furthermore, if Desi insisted on staying here, rumors could arise about her gaining fame through a close relationship with Ansel. If that were to happen, it would cause damage and affect both Desi and Ansel. Hearing this, Desi appeared worried and obediently listened to Ansel. What Desi needs is fame, admiration, and praise from everyone. This is something that Kevin can easily exploit to manipulate and persuade her.

The inherited knowledge from their ancestors promised wealth beyond measure once they got their hands on it. "Of course, we must search for them. Once we have them, we'll divide them among the four families. Then we can recruit more soldiers and reclaim our dominance," said Shayla slowly, her aged voice not diminishing her grand ambition. Submitting to Hawthorne Seafort was merely a facade for the others. "To our grand endeavor. Cheers!" The three of them, satisfied with the response, raised their glasses of red wine to celebrate their anticipated victory in advance. Who would choose a life of servility if they could stand tall and live with dignity?

his other sponsor told hesitantly. “So what! I fucking won after all. I am so bored of fighting the same way,” Jaxson sneered and that’s enough to silence that man. He plays for money but he decides how his match has to be. He never allows anyone to decide what he has to do when he fights. He fights for his inner fire and he can never let it die or ignite by anyone else other than him. “You won, that’s what important,” Black calmed him. “Yeah, the last moment fight. You were a beast,” Antonio who’s sitting on the couch, complimented him. He’s a mafia lord and an ardent follower of Jaxson.