Rivals Book Summary Novels & Stories

that night, her mind set on finding new ways to showcase her abilities, she knew that crossing paths with Ricardo might be an ongoing game of cat and mouse, but she was determined to prove that she was a force to be reckoned with, even if it meant going toe to toe with the likes of Harley and Vivian, Vivian and Rosalie had been rivals since when they have working In Ricardo's kingdom, and when Rosalie separated herself from Ricardo, and the rivals was more pronounced, and Rosalie drug empires was not known in the city, They had always been able to avoid confrontation, but that changed when they both began vying for the same clients at a popular nightclub, things quickly escalated when Vivian

"It's not her fault." Of course, it wasn't her fault. It was mine. My mistake was being too strong, making him feel threatened. My mistake was being too loyal, letting him take me for granted. My mistake was believing an Alpha and a Beta could ever find true love. "You think I'll just obey? Like I always do?" I stood up and walked toward his desk. It was covered in trophies and awards, every single one of them earned through my victories. The most prominent was a crystal trophy—"Blackwood Pack's Strategist of the Year."

Inside the executive elevator rising to the top floor of the Sterling tower, Killian stood with his hands resting in his trouser pockets, his dark eyes fixed on the illuminated floor indicators. "What is the status on Vance Jewels' morning pre-orders?" Killian asked, his voice icy and controlled. Philip pulled up the real-time analytics on his tablet. "Their PR department officially opened pre-orders for The Empress Collection at 9:00 AM. Within two hours, they logged over one hundred thousand presale orders globally. They are riding heavily on the momentum of Petra’s newly fabricated 'prodigy' narrative." A dark, possessive anger flashed across Killian's eyes. Over one hundred thousand orde

One wrong move and their company would die, especially now that her competitors were surpassing their sales and contents. The next thing she knew, she was in front of Phil, who was delightfully digging in on his food. When a speck of slight dirt stained the side of his lips, Cassie immediately pulled out a wet wipe and cleaned it off. "Cassie, you should take a rest. Don't push yourself too hard, or Phil won't even remember your name," Evelyn, her mother, advised.

The very first page made his breath hitch. "My Beloved Rival" The words, written in deep red ink, echoed in his mind. For strange reasons he couldn't explain, his heartbeat picked up. Curiosity pulled him in, and he was about to turn the next page When suddenly, the diary was snatched from his hands. "What are you doing?! Why did you take that?" Ryan's voice was sharp as he clutched the diary to his chest, his eyes blazing as he glared at Zane. "I...I just saw it and... I didn't mean"

Sebastian's POV I sat in the back of my Aston Martin, scrolling through my tablet for the daily hand exercise game I did when I was stressed out. It was the most peaceful thing right now. The numbers and patterns kept my mind occupied. Kept me from thinking about things I didn't want to think about. I didn't involve myself in matters involving rivals. Dominic had been my rival since college. After what caused the accident of the Rossis, it separated the business deals between our families. Generational rivals. That's all we were supposed to be.

Whatever Halloran was planning, whatever his father might still attempt from the sidelines of a company he no longer controlled, Damian found he was no longer facing any of it entirely alone, and that fact alone changed the shape of every fight still ahead of him. The story became public knowledge in the way most things eventually did in Ashford's business circles, not through an official announcement but through the slow, inevitable seep of people who knew people, until by Friday it had become the kind of open secret that everyone acknowledged without anyone quite remembering how they'd first heard it. A gossip column in the city's business weekly ran three sentences about it under a headli

Mafia rivalry is said to be like war, it dangerous and there are no negotiations, the first to surrender or die wins and it doesn't matter who gets caught in the crossfire, blood will be spilt, and victory will be declared, no matter the costs. ---- Five chapters to go!

The ones who preferred their acquisitions already broken in by a first claim so the secondary bonding would take faster. Riven’s hand closed around the edge of the table hard enough to leave dents in the wood. “They want you because you hid,” he said. “Because you lasted years without presenting. That makes you valuable to the wrong kind of buyer. Marn sold the information that got their attention. The rivals were only the delivery service.” Kai felt the room tilt. The claim bite throbbed. Every time the rivals had come for him, every marker carved with his name, every probe at the dens had been the opening moves of a purchase order.

"You have been glaring at me across the ice for an entire year, and I finally decided I was tired of waiting for you to snap. I wanted you, so I took the opportunity to claim you." The sheer confidence in his confession caused my breath to catch in my throat, and I stared at him while my mind struggled to process the gravity of his words. He was not faking the physical attraction at all, and his admission completely shifted the dynamic of our arrangement. We were no longer just two rivals pretending for the cameras; we were actively participating in a dangerous, highly sexual game of dominance.