Sabotage Book Shantel Tessier Novels & Stories

She stumbled backward, her boots dragging in the dirt. Through the haze of her failing vision, she looked past Garrett’s shoulder. Ostin was still standing by the vanguard tents. He hadn't moved an inch. He stood there, a dark, satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watched her suffer. He had rigged the weapons rack. He knew she would reach for the lighter, iron blades meant for beginners. It was the perfect silent sabotage, an "accident" caused by a rogue substance on a communal weapons rack, impossible to trace directly to him but fully intended to ruin her progress and remind her of her place.

I sat in the car while Tiana chased after us, limping behind. She still kept her hand stretched out toward me after falling to the ground. Natalie had her men install hidden cameras at the Sabell residence. She handed me a tablet, saying, "How pathetic of them, tearing each other apart like a bunch of animals. I'll pull all our investments from Sabell Group—bankruptcy is just the start of Tiana's punishment." I took the tablet and noticed Tiana slashing at Hayden with a knife on the screen, their blood and the rainwater mixing as it pooled on the ground.

Laura pulled out a tablet from her designer clutch and handed it to me, her perfectly manicured nails clicking against the screen. "Read it," she commanded. "Out loud." I looked down at the tablet, and I froze as I read the words displayed there: "I am a slut who sleeps with both the Ashford brothers. They hired me to do it. I cheated on Chase Pemberton to be with them but got jealous of Laura Bellamy and sabotaged her engagement. Even now, I sabotaged her second chance with Maximillan Ashford, locked her in a room, and shoved myself on stage. I messed up. I am guilty of destroying Laura's happiness."

“Sara, what’s wrong?” “I… I’m getting suspended,” she choked out. “What? Why?” voices rang out. “Someone reported me… for theft.” “What?!” “I swear, I didn’t steal anything,” she cried, barely catching her breath. “During break, the Bookkeeper asked me to watch the school shop while she ran an errand. That’s all I did.” “The principal did mention during morning assembly that some money went missing,” June whispered from behind. Sara kept sobbing, hugging her knees as Lola and Andrew tried to calm her down.

I started my bike and drove off, ignoring them— both Draven and his girl, ignoring his frustrated screams and curses. I headed for the edge of the lot into the dimmed alley, toward the shadows. Then I heard footsteps. Too many of them. I turned and a fist flew across my face. Someone tackled me to the ground, trying to pull me off my bike, but I was fast— I swerved, regaining my balance as I elbowed him off, spun and ducked a swing and cracked my knuckles against another guy's jaw. I didn't think— I moved. Like instinct.

And he was nothing but a man made of mistakes. Brielle felt the last shackle snap the moment the divorce was finalized. She didn’t cry. She didn’t shake. She just exhaled—like a woman surfacing after years underwater. She drove across town and pulled into the small lot behind Talia’s lab, the smell of oil and concrete grounding her. Inside, Talia looked up with a grin. “Hey, how’s the brain trust going?” “It’s free,” Brielle said, placing a small case on the counter. “I’m Brielle Elise Monroe again.”

The heaviness that slowly settled in my chest as the realization of everything pulled together. The first time it happened was something we could have easily ruled out a mistake. But happening a second time with less than two weeks apart was failure on our part. My part to be specific. This wasn’t just about a fallen scaffold. This was about sabotage, a clearly planned one. Or negligence disguised as loyalty. And if Bonnie had anything to do with it, then the person she was working for didn't just plan to disrupt my work, they wanted to throw it all off.

"Dashiell. I have been so busy to call and thank you for not giving me a red stamp. Thank you." "It's fine, that's not the reason why I'm calling." I said flatly. "There's a situation I need you to handle. Joel Casio was my bait to lead us to his traitorous investors, but now we have another traitor on our hands. Her name is Saba Bashir. She is making her move to take control of the black market. I need you to work fast." Richard was silent for a moment, then I heard him chuckle softly. "Saba Bashir? That Greek chick?"

The rain was still beating furiously against the roof, and a few people lingered around, either catching up or walking just like her. Her fingers trembled as she scrolled through her contacts. Her feet moved faster on instinct until she didn’t even know she was in the rain dashing for the exit. She had been trying to find Theodore’s number. But even after scrolling past his name five times, her mind was far too unstable to focus on a single number. Then, out of nowhere, large hands grabbed onto her shoulders, halting her from moving any further into the dark night. She screamed and fought furiously, believing that it was Nicholas who had grabbed onto her. It was only when her captor spoke th

Maybe it could be an honest mistake. “What happened to the last assistant?’ “She got involved with the editor-in-chief of one of the magazines here.” That piqued my curiosity. “Which mag?” “I’m not sure, but I believe it was True Us.” That would explain it then. Either the girl never looked at the expense report, or she and her boyfriend were in on defrauding Charles Maxwell. I’m not sure what more I can do other than to bring the information to his attention. “Is there something wrong?’ Stella asks.