Novel & Cerita Sabotage Book Shantel Tessier

24— Web of criminals: The ties that bind. “Finally, she found solace in her own chaos.” —Saumya Tripathi “You lied.” Several words had formed in my head that I wanted to voice out but I couldn't. My tears seemed to have dried as well. Suddenly Sabba knelt before me on the floor, holding my hands in hers. “Do you feel better now?” Was I? No. My lips were too frozen to word out.

No one had ever done that. “I’m sure you all must be wondering why I’ve asked all of these people to join me on stage. That’s because I suffered a malicious sabotage that almost made me give up, but the relentlessness and hard work of these people were what kept me going.” The host stepped back onto the stage. “What sabotage are you talking about, Thalassa?” A hard look settled on Thalassa’s face. “I think this video will do a better job of explaining.” Snapping her fingers, a video was projected on a screen behind them. It was footage of the display room at TT Fashion House which had contained the dresses for the event

“I almost respect it. Almost.” “Don’t start,” I muttered, flipping to another page, scanning the numbers and reports quickly, but the more I read, the worse it got, because this wasn’t just minor damage, this was calculated, deliberate sabotage, the kind that took time to unravel and even longer to fix, and it pissed me off more than I wanted to admit. Shipments rerouted. Trusted commanders replaced with questionable ones. Hidden funds moved. Internal factions forming already. I exhaled sharply, dropping the file onto the desk as I leaned back in the chair, dragging a hand through my hair in frustration.

Blood had beaded on my fingertip. Upon seeing it, Micah had thrown his pen across the room without hesitation. "Sabrina, I hate any form of imperfection," he said coldly as he grabbed my wrist. "Clean it up. Don't let me see it again." From that day on, I wore double-layered gloves even when pruning the thorns off roses. "Ms. Slater…" Halbert's voice pulled me out of the past. I let out a bitter laugh and said, "It's fine. When he's free, just have him sign this."

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Mack’s blood froze as Shaba’s words. “If you touch a single hair on her head, I will kill you myself, or maybe I’ll let all the parents of those children you murdered cut you open.” “Now Mack, those children were not supposed to have been in the bunker. My little suicide bomber botched that one up. He was supposed to make sure the children never made it in range of the bunker before he went ka-blewy.” Shaba told him but he could tell there was no remorse or guilt in her voice as she spoke.

Amberleigh found herself with a gun in her face again. Fantastic. She was getting fucking tired of near-death experiences today thank you very much. And she was so looking forward to all these bastards with guns dead on the concrete floor. That was all she wanted for Christmas this year. “Who the fuck are you?” said Morte, “and who the fuck sent you?” “My name is Amberleigh Dubois. And no one sent me. I came here to broker a new deal. Two billion dollars in exchange for Grayson. And the Van Tessin’s don’t get a fuckin’ dime.”

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"If you want to hurt her, you go through me!" They wrestled on the ground. "Isabella, run!" Vincent yelled. Alexander scooped me into his arms and we fled. Just as we reached the exit, Sophia broke free. "Go to hell!" she screamed, pressing the button. Time stood still. I saw Vincent look at me, his lips moving, and with a final, desperate act of strength, he shoved a display case toward us, shielding us as he lunged back toward the bomb. A deafening explosion rocked the building.

They tore the scribbled pages from the notebook and pinned them above the desk with a single tack, a private map of sabotage. This time, they wouldn’t rush. They’d build step by step, every move like a slow poison, one Knox wouldn’t see coming, one Aurora wouldn’t be able to shake. And when the last thread snapped, they’d be right there to watch it all collapse.