So Much To Lose Joel Miller Novels & Stories

"Vincent Jones. You still don't understand the situation you're in." "You say the company shares are mine? Yes. They were always mine. From day one, the reason Coastal Summit survived and grew was never your Jones Family name. It was Belmonte resources. It was every night I stayed up building the strategy. It was every resource I fought to get. You were a passenger on my ride. Five years."

He looked ready to explode. "His ACL is gone," I said. My voice was loud. "The trainer said it on the headset. Miller is done." Orion didn't look up. He poked the floor with his stick. "Twenty-two knew what he was doing. He went low. He knew you were the target." "But he didn't get me," I said. I stepped closer. I touched his shoulder pad. "Miller stopped him. If we sit here and let the second period go into the third, Boston wins. The sacrifice means nothing."

"But you disappeared on the day you were to become our king. We thought... we thought you were lost forever." Miller nodded solemnly, his gaze filled with regret. "I did disappear that day, and it was because of a grave threat to my life. I fled to protect my daughter, Beverly, and myself." A hushed silence settled over the group as they listened intently to his story. Miller went on to recount his harrowing journey, from the escape with his young daughter to the kidnapping by King Rico. He spared no detail, painting a vivid picture of the danger that had forced him to flee and the turmoil he had faced all these years.

The .next day, Joel travelled back to London. He had urgent matters to attend to. He did not spare Mirabel any of his time again after the discussion they had the previous night. As he was en route, he recalled all that his father had told him. They compared notes on what Mirabel had said and Jonas was happy that the situation at the brothel had not been as bad as they had assumed. Joel did not want to care. He had been hurt so much that he just didn't care anymore.

She just chuckles without saying anything else. The rest of the ride was silent. I watched and took note of the turns and landmarks so I could get my bearings. I don't know if I'll ever get the chance to escape again, but I'd be sure to check on Jess and Leo if I do. We pull into the parking lot of Sjoblom Research Institute of Mental Health. A seemingly innocuous facility for the research of treating mental disorders. But we've been to the basement. We've been in that basement for the last year and a half. We've been treating for general psychosis, schizophrenia, and multiple personality disorder. It's owned by a human doctor who's dedicated his life to "curing" the supernatural. Dr. Randal

The assistant said nervously, his voice was trembling a little. The Miller family had already put all their eggs in one basket and made a desperate bet on this project. If it was changed now, it would be an unprecedented loss for Miller Corporation. Furthermore, with the Hampton Foods Company’s incident, Miller Corporation could be crushed by the pressure of public opinion alone. Jasper's face darkened. "Who disclosed the project?"

Miller reaching out to squeeze my hand, Lia rubbing slow circles on my back, June hovering like she wanted to hug me again but didn’t know if I’d break. “Oh, things like that happen, love. Don’t take it to heart,” Mrs. Miller said, her voice cracking on the last word despite how hard she tried to sound gentle. But she was taking it to heart. I could hear it. Everyone could. This wasn’t just some abstract loss to her—it was her grandchild. The last piece of Tobias she might ever have held. The reminder of her dead son, gone before it even had a chance to breathe. I bit the inside of my lip until I tasted copper, forcing my eyes down to my lap so no one would see the tears threatening to spill

Someone was talking back to us. HELLO, MIRELE AND TOBY, CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THIS? "Of course we can," Mirele thought back. "Who are we talking to?" THIS IS JONATHAN AT THE KEYBOARD, BUT EVERYONE ELSE IS HERE, TOO. YOU SHOULD HEAR THE RACKET OUT HERE! THANK GOD YOU'RE ALL RIGHT. I could visualize his smile as well... and his tears. He had lost his grandson, but we were ready to save the world.

Abel left the marriage with nothing and was ordered to pay me five million dollars. That amount covered the funds he had embezzled from my company after deducting his salary. As the hearing concluded, Abel shouted at me like a madman, "Aspen Larkin! You don't even need that money! Why are you pushing me like this?" I didn't look back at him. Instead, I walked straight out. This farce had finally come to an end with the judge's ruling. At that moment, Andre was waiting for me outside. It was his birthday, and I knew he had planned a surprise for me.

"This shows a thirty-million-dollar loss. Miller what have you done?" "I... I don't know!" Mike stammered. His face turned a shade of grey. "The file was fine when I saved it. There must be a virus, a glitch!" "Vane Industries doesn't have glitches Mr. Miller," my voice boomed through the speakers. "We only have managers. You have forty-eight hours to fix this. The acquisition is dead so is your career." I turned off the mic. I leaned back. I watched Mike sweat through his silk shirt. It was the time; in ten years I felt truly warm.