Tangle-free Novels & Stories

“Taylor is my head of acquisitions. Very smart. Very capable. Usually.” “But not today?” “Today, she’s dealing with the fallout from a particularly hostile takeover,” Renzo said, his thumb drawing a slow, distracting circle on my leg. “She’s letting the personalities get to her. She needs to learn that in business, you don’t have to like someone to own them.”

All the fibres of our souls had interwoven and combined, rendering us soul-bound for life. As we both came down from our euphoria we held each other in a tight embrace. Neither wanting to let go. “Caterina…. ? What’s happening to me?”

He was about to walk out of the room but i stopped him by saying "No matter what happens but remember one thing i will never let you be in a relationship with my sister and that's a promise " And we Paulsen never breaks our promise... *********************************** So what do you think about today's chapter. Now what is going to happen??? Will Athena forgive Andrew??? Or they both will go on there separate paths. Pleased tell me your view in the comments section. Don't forget to like, comment and share. Please do follow my i*******m account drops_of_ambrosia for any latest updates.

“That’s why I get results.” A flicker of approval crossed his face before disappearing. “That’s what I like to hear.” The discussion stretched for two hours, neither of us giving an inch without a fight. But in the end, we had a deal. A strong one. “I believe we’ll work well together,” Tanaka said as he stood. I shook his hand again. “I think so, too.” I sank back into my chair, rubbing a hand over my face. The meeting was a success, but my mind was still tangled in Bella. I needed to know what she was up to.

“We’re playing with fire.” “Are you scared you’ll get burned?” He didn’t answer. I turned toward him, frustration bubbling up in my chest. “You told me the rules. No attachment. No jealousy. No blurred lines.” “Yes.” “You’re breaking them.” “So are you.” We stared at each other—two people too proud to admit we’d already crossed the line weeks ago. “You don’t own me,” I said, voice low. His jaw clenched. “You’re right. I don’t.”

With a few taps and a confirmation email, a suite at the prestigious Meridian was booked. She deliberately chose a neutral setting, somewhere neither nor Andre could claim dominance. If she was going to have this night with him, she wanted it to be free from the weight of their family names, their business interests, their tangled pasts. Tonight, they could be just Annabelle and Andre. They would be nothing more than two people acting on desire.

Sharon watched Davis watching and tightened her hand on E than defensively, warning him. Davis turned aside, trying to push the thought away. It couldn't be. could it ?

It seemed counterproductive, but for someone who had learnt to place his entire being in work when the time came, chalres could easily turn off unnecessary distractions. At the end of it, he had found the company to be indeed true and having history, but had some explanations to make on some of the projects they had undergone. If they couldn't provide reasonable explanation for these projects, there was a higher probability of their name being added to the company's black list.

Camden agreed with a frown while Clayton looked on, annoyed by the whole situation. "Alpha Thomas," Camden spoke up after clearing her throat, her voice steadier now. "Please tell us more about the Unbonding Ritual." She turned to the Alpha, hoping for guidance and answers. Alpha Thomas flipped through the pages of his book, searching for the relevant information. "It's important to note that the Unbonding Ritual is not a quick fix," he cautioned, his tone filled with seriousness. "It is a rare and intricate ritual that may not yield the desired outcome. Furthermore, it won't work on mates who have been marked." Camden and Matt exchanged glances, absorbing Alpha Thomas' words. "Cool. They ar

But after blinking countless times and scouring my eyes, his name is staring right through my eyes. He must be full of guts to have the temerity to say a shit in this whole saga of the century. He must have grilled balls! I swallow hard as I inwardly read his short message, which is gaining responses and likes like showers of rain: “Nothing, absolutely nothing, can tie down Adam Stone! I am, and will always be, what I have been. My freedom remains unrestricted! To my babies, you still have my bed to warm.” The phone dropped from my hand, and Robby was quick enough to catch it.