Rivals Nemesis Novels & Stories

Emerson's POV "Anyway." I leaned back in the chair, steering us away from the subject of Brooklyn entirely. "Did you see that match last night? The one Marquez was talking about?" "The City game?" Jordan's face lit up immediately, exactly as I'd hoped. "Bro, that second half was insane. I still don't understand how they let that equalizer through." "Defense fell apart completely." "Completely." He grabbed his controller again, gesturing at the screen. "Speaking of which — you in for a rematch? I've been waiting all week to wipe the floor with you again."

She began programming the second iteration of Icarus something she called [Nemesis Protocol]. If Icarus was the wings to fly, then Nemesis was the sword to strike. The real war had only just begun. END OF CHAPTER 25..

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.

He hesitated, just slightly, just long enough for the room to notice. "I question whether you can maintain objectivity," he said, recovering, "given your personal stake in his success." "I've maintained objectivity through three years of active competition with his company," I said. "I don't see why an engagement would suddenly compromise judgment that survived direct rivalry." Julianii said almost nothing throughout the entire meeting. He didn't need to. His presence alone did something Vesper's careful framing couldn't undo, it reminded everyone in that room that whatever this was between us, it wasn't some scheme to quietly hand Castellane Group to a competitor. He sat there, steady, unbo

And because he believed I was Rachel's son, he'd tried to get rid of me. Still, it made no sense.... Until they showed me the hell he had unleashed on everyone who had crossed him. Someone like that wouldn't spare me, would he? Especially if he learnt that I’d gotten close to his precious daughter. And with Sebastian being so close to the man… My fist clenches against my thigh. A tight, burning pressure builds behind my ribs. I want to rip his throat out. Instead, I smile when Nora squeezes my arm and says something about wanting to visit Santorini.

Apart from space and so many of us living together before really knowing each other, the time had been beneficial in teaching us what works and where each person's skills did the most good. It's not lost on me that Nemesis would fit in very well here. Not only because of his hacking skills but because of the person he is, those values that come through loud and clear can be matched with any one of the men here, from Lyon to the SEALs and my friends and I, the frat boys as we're so fondly referred to by the others.

"I watched you across that hall for three hours, child. He stood exactly so, still, at edges, memorising everything. Helena saw a resemblance she had been told to see. People do. But go and stand beside Adrian in good light, the two of you, and then tell me whose eyes you have." And the last piece fell, the one that had been falling since the boards. Adrian. The stillness I had recognised across a triangle of buried chessboards. The mind I could predict because I could predict my own. The man who had looked at my steady hands over my father's guilt and asked, bewildered, how are you moving, as though watching himself do something impossible. "He is my brother," I said. "Half," Ana said. "His

"Do you have any idea what it is like to grow up next to someone like that? To share a face with someone and somehow still always be the lesser version of her? Do you know what that does to a person over twenty-six years?" Neither of them spoke. "I love her." My voice cracked on it. "I have always loved Imani. But you built her into something I was supposed to measure myself against before I even knew who I was. You made us compete against each other. You are the cause of this mess I'm in right now. You caused—" I stopped myself before the rest of it came out. Daddy took a step toward me. His face was open and confused and genuinely trying. "Cause of what, Ingrid? What mess are you talking a

“I’m ordering. And if you fail me, you know what I’ll do.” He does. He’s seen me end men for less. The line clicks. He’s gone. Good. He’ll work. I call the shot. I pace. My lungs burn. Strategy floods in like fire. Weaponaru’s reach isn’t just contracts and polished meetings. No. We built weapons, sold futures, rewrote wars. Every war left fingerprints in my servers, contacts in my network. I log in. My private server, deep under layers no one else can see. My code name: Nemesis.

“I think I have seen this girl before. She must go here, right?” My heart skipped a beat when they looked up at me. I turned immediately and walked away. As I crossed the hallway, I heard many more students, even teachers talking about it and some were busy studying the image. “Nemesis seemed to take after his name, right?” “Yeah, I can’t wait for him to fully expose who the slut is. Maybe she wanted the brothers, and she hated how they paid attention to their sister?” “She must be sick. When there are three brothers and one sister, obviously, the brothers would be so protective and caring.”