Talentless Owner Novels & Stories

If he had managed the company properly, casualties like this wouldn’t have happened. Ellen hauled back, her anxiety rising but worry overtook it. “So why panic now? Is he coming today? Wills tightly pulled his hair. “Yes. Today.” Ellen rolled her eyes, completely ignorant. “Then tell him you haven't gathered enough yet.” Her parents exchanged a look of belief. “You don’t know that devil, Ellen.” Rose said quietly. “Ivan Vladimir doesn't forgive debt. He collects them. All of them. One way or another.”

One of New york’s youngest and richest bachelors. In the first photo, he stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window with behind him. Arms crossed. Expression cold. The image screamed money. Power. Control. I scrolled. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Billionaire. Owner of Knight Enterprises. CEO of Magical one of the biggest talent agencies in New york. In the world. Anyone signed to Magical had already made it. That building was a dream most people would never even stand inside. If I got in…

"We know why you're here, Ms. Voss." He leans forward, and the air in the room seems to vanish. Authority clings to him like a second skin. "I have two years of experience..." "You have a seven-year gap of doing nothing," he interrupts again, his eyes narrowing. "And you’re thirty-four. Unemployed." "My father got ill," Rhea says, pushing up her glasses, her voice dropping. "I cared for him. I am a hard worker, sir. I promise..." "I don't care about promises," he says smoothly. His gaze drops to her hands, which are twisting together in her lap. "I care about results."

"Before you call another person a slut, ask yourself if you are a saint? I blame my dad for thinking I will ever end up with this ugly thing that looks so unkempt and dirty" George looked at himself and felt insulted. He knew she was right but he wouldn't take that. "The man you call ugly can buy your father's company ten times. At least I am not like your father who is owing debts. And you, who are you?" "I am Alex Wayne. The owner of Wayne's enterprise. I am sure your profile hasn't gotten to mine" he said sarcastically George felt bad on hearing the name. He knew the owner of that enterprise was a Billionaire and he was the one standing before him. He knew his profile hadn't gotten to his

One thing with him was that you never knew when he would come for you. It could be days, weeks, months, or even… years. He was a very patient man who would watch you steal, gather, and build, and just like a thief in the night, he would destroy everything. I got into my chamber and sat on the wooden chair, my fingers tapping against the armrest. Gianna was my only weapon, she had something in her name that my father hadn’t found out. And somehow, that which she had in her name… That only made me want her more.

Just because he was rich, it didn't mean that he owned the whole world and me. "What does me being in debt and homeless have to do with it? Why did you lead with that?" I asked curiously. He looked at me like I was obtuse. I wanted to claw his gorgeous eyes out. "Because I have money and you need money. What I need, however is a wife, and you are a single woman. It's practically a done deal." I scoffed, hating the way I came off as being desperate to him. His eyes narrowed at me. "Half a million dollars."

Talisa tilted her head, even though she was loosing her breath she wasn't going to give up. "What...was it I ...said?" She grinned. "Talisa!" "What! You know what? The ownership of the company ... would...never be yours. I'm not that stupid to give everything I've ever owned to you. ..you sucked me dry and made me.. entirely...use..less. You made me ... have no future...made me leave my entire family for your own selfish interest...and yet you weren't satisfied, you still needed to kill me! Steve, the moment I die, your company will perish. Mark what...I said"

"Sorry, wasn't listening." She glared at me balefully. Actually, I knew through the darkening of her eyes that she was pissed. The rest of her face was set in that weirdly stationery mode. I bit my tongue to stop from commenting on her botox addiction. "What I am trying to say," she grits out, "is that your father has crossed some very powerful people in his quest for power. He conned Clearwater out of a lot of money and now he is back to take it all away from your father. He bought out all the other shareholders and now he is a majority shareholder with 55percent, and now he wants to be the CEO." Clearwater? That was the name of our mansion, and also the town we lived in. We owned not just

I admit that Nelson was my son, but I just felt like he wasn’t the perfect match for the property. I felt like he wasn’t ready to handle what lies ahead. He had been so desperate in having the property to the extent that he had grown to hate me fot not handing over the property to him. Talon on the other hand had kept a low profile since his fight with Nelson. He didn’t say a word to me, just like I said none to him too. But, who really was going to be fit to handle the property? Was it Talon whom I had lost faith in? Or, was it Nelson the over ambitious son of mine? Or, perhaps an outsider? Just as I was lost in thought, I was interrupted by a knock on my door.

"Risk? On the contrary, letting a mind like yours work without owning a stake is the greatest risk for me. I know what happened to you before. Back at the Bastian Group, you lost all your assets. You built that empire from nothing, giving your blood and tears, only to be kicked out without a single cent when that man chose another woman." William picked up a gold pen from the desk and offered it to Casandra. "Now, at William Group, you can have ownership here. You are no longer a servant to someone else’s ambition. You are an owner. If you want to destroy Bastian, do it as a company owner, not as a subordinate seeking protection."