Novel & Cerita Spoils Of War Book

"Keep me updated. Every hour. What did we lose?" Lorenzo spoke up from his position. "Fifteen million in product. Plus the shipment from Sicily." Dante's eyes sharpened. "The Sicily shipment was in that convoy?" "Yes, boss. Antiques, weapons, and—" Lorenzo hesitated. "And what?” "Documents. The manifests. Trading routes. Our European contacts." The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. "So they have our entire international network," Dante said softly, and somehow that quiet tone was more terrifying than if he'd shouted.

There was a kind of respect in the way he let the question dangle. My father nodded once, a crisp downward dip of the chin. “For now.” Another pause, its duration just long enough to reestablish the hierarchy. Then he leaned back slightly, a posture less of relaxation than of disengagement. “There is a difference,” he continued, “between a war that begins by accident….” His gaze found Alexander again. “…and one that begins by design.” The implication hung between us. Someone wanted this war. It was no longer just a matter of pride or territory or even Gabriel; it was a matter of design, and my father intended to be its architect, not its victim.

It was all just part of an act. I was nothing more than a pawn in this elaborate game. Rachel had discovered Colin's affairs a long time ago. Even before that, he'd been embezzling money from the company to spend on mistresses. Rachel had put up with it. But then, Colin went a step further. He even hired a voodoo master to put a curse on Rachel, hoping she would die sooner so he could inherit the family fortune. That was the last straw for Rachel.

They stumbled forward, their legs barely holding them up, before being forced to their knees in the center of the room. That's when I noticed it. The same collars he had forced onto my neck were now locked around theirs. He rose from his chair and walked toward them with the calm menace of a predator. Removing their blindfolds and their gags, he crouched in front of them. “I'm sorry, sir!” one of them cried in a trembling voice. “I'm so sorry. Don't kill me. I promise I'll return all your money!” He chuckled darkly. “What were you thinking when you stole from me? It’s so foolish of you to think you wouldn't get caught,” He paused, “If you'd used the money for something meaningful, I might've

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

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I screamed. The entire room was a mess. My clothes were torn and littered all over the floor if claws had been used to rip them apart. The books Emily had gifted me to kill time were burned, and their ashes were everywhere. The curtains, flower vases and other items were either smashed into bits or broken. But the worst part was the wall. The wall was covered in blood. Blood that spelt out one word. Traitor.

He walked to the corner of the room, opened her drawer and brought out an envelope. Sonia’s eyes widened in shock. He chuckled bitterly, “You’re not keeping anything, right? He threw the envelope on the bed, "just look at that.”

There were a few contracts and materials, Kaylen's signature and a recording pen. She turned her head to look at Kaylen's position, and sneered, "This woman is really shameless, she actually stole her design manuscript to buy it. The contract says that she sold it to the owner of a clothing factory for more than $1,000, the owner of that factory specializes in online business." Mariana was about to go crazy, why would she use her map to earn money? Furthermore, she had been beaten by Lily, and her reputation had been completely ruined.

– I blurted out with an air of skepticism, almost spitting out the coffee I had just sipped in my mouth. - Relax… we are not going to burn down the lab or anything. Since your project also depends on him now, well, we need to guarantee he's kept alive. - She winked. - Right? - You have to outsmart him. War tactics also include playing the role of the silent, peaceful, lovely enemy, who is always ready for any attack. Preparation is everything, darling. It's half the war won. - Okay? - I must confess that there were times when Susie surprised me, or scared me. And that was one of them, and I just could not decide which was it this time. It could easily be both.