Taking Back Control Novel Grace And Antonio Novels & Stories

~Alexander~ Grace was everything to me. She had been the one to turn my life around. Since I first saw her, I knew nothing would be the same. And it hadn’t. Grace had infiltrated my life, changing me in ways I never thought was possible. Until I met her, my primary objective had been regaining the honor of my clan by getting revenge against those who had wronged us and tarnished our name. I had been rebuilding the clan to its former power and glory, piece by piece. We were so few in number, and with my mostly untrained leadership skills, it had taken me years to build where I was today.

It was as though he prepared for all these just like I did. He rose from the throne and my mother and I followed suit as a sign of respect. “I have already made my decision and also the heir to my throne.” he began. “The person was handpicked by me and I assure you that the person will do their best.” he said looking at everyone until his eyes dropped at me. “The new Alpha of Wind Scarlet pack is…” fear and anxiety locked everyone’s eyes. “Lady of Honour, Gracia.” he announced vividly and everyone froze in shock.

It was like a harsh slap on my strong viewpoint of my independence and fearless individuality. "You brother was an opportunist or I say he still is. He doesn't want me but the wealth and power I inherited by misfortune of Liam Grayson whose sons didn't live longer to succeed him. Your brother is one of those wolves whose eyes have always been on Grayson Mafia Gang but deliver him my kindest message..."I gave one last glance at him as I put my finger on the digital lock for it to open," Aitana is no Cindrella. He can dream on until the last moment of his life." With these final words, I walked out of there and rushed to the roof to catch a lone moment for myself.

She kissed me sweetly, calming my racing thoughts in a second. "We'll be in Paris soon, my love." She smiled and pulled me into a hug, tackling me to the bed. "Promise?" "Promise." _________________ Greenwood pov: "42 men gone just like that… Did we at least retrieve the bombs?" Looking up I found the masked figure behind a desk, a blank mask on their face. "Yes. They are starting to be set up. The final stage has been put into motion." I nodded, feeling giddy to finally see Azrael fall apart.

Raymond had just pulled Jenna away from the edge when suddenly, a memory flashed through his mind. I had once stood the same way… at the very top of a building, toes nearly over the edge. Back then, I had just lost my grandmother. The witnesses had all been silenced. Jenna had paid them off, so none would come forward and testify that it was her who had run my grandmother over. Jenna had money and power. In her world, taking someone's life was nothing a bit of cash couldn't fix.

Better off. The words sent a fresh wave of dark rage through me. My fingers flexed. Jealousy, possession and obsession- all of it twisted together in my chest like barbed wire. Grace was mine. Not because he sold her. She was mine the second I laid eyes on her. The sale was just paperwork for her pathetic excuse of an uncle. I stood up slowly and walked over. Dante stepped back without a word. I grabbed Matthew by the hair and yanked his head back hard.

Yes but I refuse to be owned like I'm a bargaining chip he can use and ploy when he wants to. "He stopped being my responsibility a long time ago." Silence stretched. Then Antonio straightened, his decision clearly made. "This does not end here," he said calmly. "Debts are patient things." He bent down, picked up the velvet box, and placed it carefully back beside the rose, then he handed both of them to me with a smirk. "Not a fan of Roses or jewellery Princess?"

“Not until I make sure he gets what’s coming to him.” “You’re serious about this?” Rob looked at him again, his brow furrowed. Luca’s eyes met his. “Dead serious.” Back at the mansion, Antonio turned to Veronica who was trying to pick up the pieces of their phones. “If you ever cross me again, I’ll make you regret it,” he warned. Veronica only smiled, tilting her head slightly. “You already have enough enemies, Antonio. Maybe worry about them first.” Antonio stared after her, his face hardening. He had lost control of everything, his son, his wife, and now even Veronica was slipping through his grasp.

Vincent, as if sensing it too, tightened his grip on the armrest of his chair, his knuckles whitening. “Fine,” Vincent said curtly, leaning forward. “Let’s talk about the businesses. I want control back over the subsidiaries you’ve been holding. Give me full rights, and I’ll walk away—for good.” Antonius tilted his head slightly, feigning thoughtfulness. “Walk away, you say? Forever?” His voice dripped with skepticism, and then he chuckled, the sound low and calculated. “You and I both know you wouldn’t survive without these businesses propping you up.”

Third-Person POV Natalina had once given Antonio a stable marriage, a thriving Famiglia business, and a baby that was supposed to be born into this world. But she had taken everything away overnight because of his betrayal. Only now did Antonio truly understand that every achievement he had been so proud of had never been a testament to his brilliance. Her papa gave him the docks, she negotiated his shipping routes, and other Famiglie had only agreed to work with him out of respect for the Corradini Famiglia name.