Novel & Cerita Sabotage Book Shantel Tessier

Bass' voice boomed from outside the room, he was definitely standing on the other side of them mirror, and he was cut off by Hayes who did us a favour. "Shut up, Bass. We've known her for years. Girl practically lives here." Hayes scoffed while flipping Bass off through the glass. "Just... what do I even say to you out of all people... don't die." He smiled before we exchanged our last goodbyes and he strolled out of the room. Welp. There goes the only trusty male figure I have close to me. "Hi, sweetheart. You must be Valentina. I'm Sierra Charles! It's nice to meet yo-" the lady began with a bubbly grin while reaching out to shake my hand but she quickly took it back when she saw the cuffs

she said. He glanced over at us, then pointed to the conference table. "Show me." We plugged in the drive. A few moments later, her aide appeared with a tablet and placed it in her line of sight. Holt scrolled through the reports Cassie had on the screen. Her expression changed incrementally—detached interest giving in to increasing horror. "Jesus Christ," she exclaimed. "This is not corruption. This is engineered collapse. Domestic sabotage." Cassie agreed. "And he almost did."

Suddenly, she let out a shriek that did not sound human. It was as if something inside her had been ripped away in an instant. The last trace of stolen luck, the final thing that had never belonged to her, vanished completely. All the consequences she had built up came crashing down at once, like a volcano that had been waiting to erupt. A sharp crack split the air. Above the stage, the massive LED screen flickered violently, sparks bursting out in a blinding flash. The steel cables holding it snapped. The enormous screen plunged downward with a deadly roar, straight toward Cecilia.

“They broke her leg on purpose. This was sabotage.” The word “sabotage” hit the room like a cold wave. The veterans exchanged worried looks. Tools stopped moving. Machines hummed in the background, unaware that everything we were building had just cracked in the center. I stepped closer to Sophie. “Did you call the other engineers on our list?” She nodded quickly, tears forming again. “All of them. No one agreed. Some said the timing was bad. Some said they don’t want trouble. Some hung up as soon as they heard our studio name.”

She nodded, determined to meet the challenge. --- The Sabotage Deepens The first signs appeared almost immediately. A report she had reviewed yesterday had been altered subtly. A client’s sensitive details were misrepresented, and it was clear someone intended to see her fail. Her fingers trembled slightly as she traced the errors, realizing this sabotage was far more deliberate than before. Cassian’s eyes found her across the office, and she felt the familiar tension coil in her chest. His gaze wasn’t just observation—it was measurement. Every action, every word, every subtle reaction was under his scrutiny.

she protested, but I was already pulling her out. I didn’t need Damian’s questions. Not yet. Not when I didn’t have answers myself. The moment the door closed behind us, Vivian yanked her hand free like my touch disgusted her. “Don’t you dare get cocky with me, bitch,” she hissed. I dust imaginary dust off my skirt, then smiled. Why? Am I onto something I shouldn’t know?” Her eyes flashed. “What the hell are you talking about?” First corporate sabotage, now personal threats. She was the only villain the book mentioned. I scanned her features, eyeing her suspiciously.

This was sabotage. His fingers pressed into the thick stack of reports, his grip tightening until the pages crumpled under the pressure. He had built this company from nothing, outmaneuvering competitors and surviving hostile takeovers. He knew how to fight. He knew how to win. But this… This was different. Someone was deliberately undermining him. And they weren’t being sloppy about it. This was precise, methodical, and, worst of all—personal. Adrian exhaled slowly, trying to control the slow burn of rage creeping through his veins. His mind was already sorting through possibilities.

"Eleanor, have you thought this through? This project requires total isolation. Once you head off, you won't be able to see your family." Jonathan Hensley's words pulled me back from my thoughts. My eyes were still damp. A lot had happened at home these past few days—nothing everyone at the institute didn't know about. I, Eleanor Shaw, was a fraud. "I know this incident has hit you hard, but you shouldn't act rashly. This concerns your life."

Hi guys, welcome to the sequel for Shy- Defeated ! Hope you enjoy it, and thank you for being patient for this to come out ! It will probably not make much sense to begin with, but bare with me and all will be explained in the upcoming chapters. And please, do not moan at me about the events that happen in this book, I have have these planned for a long time and I'm not changing them or writing them just to please readers, what happens in this book has always been my idea and plan since writing the first book. Please respect that because the amount of hate I received on the ending of Shy was disgusting and put me off writing for a while.

He stood there hugging his little notepad or whatever the hell he carried around like a Bible, clutching it to his chest, shaking. I waved him off. He nodded again and walked out. I was probably a little too harsh on him, but honestly, I think he’d prefer me snapping at him than what I really had in mind. Better a sharp tongue than blood on the floor. But still… I had to be calm about the situation. As the door shut, I leaned into my seat, dragging my hands through my hair. “So talk to me, Ted,” I said. “Yeah,” Ted began. “The Monteverros were the ones behind the last sabotage. The one before Romano got caught.”