Suspicious Partner Novels & Stories

Susan said, “You never can tell. So many assholes running around… You can never be too careful,” Leo didn't look offended by her insult. Instead he grinned. “That's what I get for checking in on you?” He asked, feigning innocence, “Damn, and you call me the bad guy,” “Check in on me?” Susan repeated, her voice shaking. “Yeah. When a partner doesn't show up, I get concerned. Especially when said partner is… Well, you,” Since when did they become partners? Susan decided to ignore that, “You’ve been gone for two weeks. I thought—”

She didn’t judge me, didn’t patronize me; instead, she guided me, pointing out angles I hadn’t considered, teaching me how to ask the right questions. One evening, as I scrolled through the latest news feed, a detail jumped out at me — a subtle mention of a new partner Dima had taken on, someone who had previously been tied closely to Lucien’s business circle. The name was familiar… too familiar. I double-checked my notes, tracing the connection back to someone we had trusted implicitly. My heart hammered. Could Dima really be working with someone so close to us?

And here it was… failing spectacularly. I fought back the grin rising on my lips. The partner flipped open a folder, and I almost laughed aloud. There it was: photographs of Damon and a woman, in bed, having sex. The bastard quickly grabbed another copy of the folder from the desk, his eyes widening in surprise. My satisfaction doubled. He wasn’t expecting this—surely not. The look on his face showed he was trying to figure out who could have humiliated him and ruined months of meticulous planning. “You’re telling us your assistant Jack might have misappropriated funds?” another partner pressed, voice low, eyes on the folder. “ Because some of the transactions here don’t match the audit repo

I sip the water, “so what do you want now?” He laughs, “partnership amor”, he stands up and sits beside me, “we can be partners, with me as the perfect face for business and you? You help move my money. The FBI has been looking into your business for a while now, you know this…we can be partners” My blood begins boiling but I had to keep it cool, there was no way I was going to be partners with this old idiot “but there's no connection between your vineyard and my cartel, what partnership are you suggesting? plus the FBI knows better than to poke their nose in my business”

I begin with a small smile on my face, “Honestly, does this partnership have to do with my personal affair or my competency in carrying out my own part of the deal?” His jaw clenched, and his gaze darted around the room before settling on me. I noticed the scowl on his face is now gone, replaced by a deep frown that speaks of just one word—confusion. That was exactly my aim. He had done his background check on me and had found out about Sophia. Why trouble himself about all these things? Why worry about maltreating my own wife or not? Isn't that something supposed to be personal? What does finding out about these information do to him or help him in the process of selecting a business partne

Her voice is soft, like she’s saying something shameful. There’s a beat of silence. I exchange a glance with Theo and Mason, all of us startled by the simplicity of the statement. Partner. Not ex. Not was. Not roommate or friend. Theo speaks first. “That doesn’t make sense,” he says, shaking his head. “If he’s your partner, why would he tell you to sign up for this? Why would he be okay with you dating strangers, letting them touch you, when he’s supposed to be with you?”

“Someone came for a visit, a man actually. You shook hands with this person.” I remembered clearly now, Mick Zervas and my grandmother were business acquaintance, and he owns a leading matchmaking company. His company is doing marvelously well, far better than Lovelink “Yes Mark, that's Mick Zervas.” “I think it's related to the missing Paige williams.” I laughed. “It's had for you to believe, I know.” “Why do you think so?” “Because he seems suspicious too, everyone around you is a suspect till we catch the culprit.” I understand where Mark was coming from, but there was nothing Mick would gain in this, he owns the best matchmaking company and my grandmother trusted him.

My fingers hovered over the trackpad, scrolling through the email. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I went through the email from my P.A. One partner pulling out wasn’t the end of the world, but it could get worst. One partner pulling out can cause a doubt in the heart of others. Araceli shifted slightly in my lap, her fragrance filling my nostrils. I glanced at her, catching the way her lips pressed together. "What is it?" she asked. I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. "One of my business partners wants to pull out."

The worse thing that could happen now was if I felt too much for this man who I undoubtedly knew was going to turn against me once he found out what I was hiding from him. "Of course. There'll be some space between us tomorrow after I leave for work." I didn't know why but I felt a bit sad about it inside. "And before you partner with the imbeciles, the wrong people, I hope that you'll send me their profiles so I can wing them out, the pathetic and useless ones." "In your terms, who are the useless ones?" "Businessmen with a long record of scam and stealing. Real business men don't leave traces." I laughed. "So it's fine if they do illegal things so far as they're not caught?" I said.

After all, there were many other more exceptional potential partners than York Corporation in experience, financial ability, and ability. Jessie unhappily said, "Exactly! Pamela is taking it too far. "After we signed her as a gold-tier partner, we immediately transferred the money to her account. Yet, she drags time and time again and never delivers her work. "I've never met such a flaky business partner before. "I'll get rid of her if you don't want to see her, or I can remove York Corporation's status as our gold-tier partner." Helen frowned and said, "We don't need to take such extreme measures. Otherwise, it'll be hard to explain ourselves to Woody.