Novel & Cerita Ten Ways To Get Dumped By A Tyrant

The taunts and sarcasm in his voice made the men laugh. "A hundred thousand." This one was closer to the front. Older. Gray at his temples and a smile that made my skin crawl with worms. “Is that all the princess is worth?” Another laughter took everyone in the room. Anya wanted to shift and show everyone what we were made of. But I don’t think I can take all the alphas in the room at the same time. This would be a sucide move and even in my current state, I wasn’t ready to leave the world.

Over the years, to prove her devotion to me, she had rejected every man who tried to throw himself at her. They either went bankrupt after she acquired their companies or disappeared from high society under a cloud of scandal. Feeling the gazes of those around him, which were like looks reserved for a dead man, Luke scrambled over to Nate's side, seeking validation. He was suddenly sent spinning to the ground by a heavy slap! Nate's eyes were filled with terror as he unhesitatingly drew a line in the sand. "Luke, if you want to die offending the Weyland heiress and her husband, then go right ahead! Just don't drag me down with you!"

He looked at me like a man starved, like I was the only source of life in the entire world. And then, he did something I never expected. He dropped to his knees. The most powerful man in the world. The Golden Tyrant. The man who commanded armies and economies. He sank to his knees on the cold marble floor right in front of me, his hands gripping my hips, his face level with my stomach. I froze. My breath hitched in my throat. “Call me a tyrant all you want,” he said, his voice rough and raw, his thumbs rubbing circles into the skin just above my waistband. “But remember this… a tyrant rules his people. A king rules his kingdom. But me? I kneel only for you.”

Not while she depended on me. I activated another channel, sending out discreet financial incentives to key stakeholders, making sure they had no reason to falter, no reason to doubt my leadership. Emma thought she was isolating me—but she didn’t know how many layers I’d built, how many contingencies I had ready. I had learned long ago that a war wasn’t won with emotion; it was won with control. Precision. Ruthlessness. And yes… obsession.

"Rumors can easily be cleared up by one instagram post. We don’t need to care why the public thinks, we need to care what Tyler thinks. You need to make him yours.” “How do I do that? I have tried everything…” “You haven’t.” She wrapped her arms over her chest. “Tyler is a busy man. He works late nights. Nights when he is lonely, tired and vulnerable. That’s your chance to own him. Show up with red wine, and a dress that reveals your legs so good he can never look away.” She remained silent and her mother continued. “When you get there, ensure he finds his way between your legs. After that, it’s a piece of cake. He’s yours.”

"Where'd you dig up this piece of junk? Can't you stop wasting time on garbage and learn to be ambitious, like Steven?" Deliberately, she raised her hand, showing off the dazzling diamond ring on her finger, her face twisted with disdain. I ignored her. Taking the copper turquoise-inlaid ring from her hand, I carefully placed it back into its box. She had no idea that what she mocked as "trash" was a rare ancient dynasty piece I had bought from a renowned collector—for a price worth more than two hundred times her diamond ring. Maybe we had never belonged to the same world. And if so, what reason did I have to keep clinging to a love drained of all expectation?

"I hope you understand. I'll contact you soon, I promise." I ended the call because I realized that the more I tried to explain myself, the more Edward tried to manipulate me. I was determined to stay away from his disturbing influence by traveling far away. Despite several other attempts at calling, I chose to block his calls and messages, determined not to be swayed by his words.

The man I once admired, the man who had once promised me the world, was now nothing more than a tyrant, holding me hostage with his words and his power. Instead, he had become someone else entirely—a tyrant, cold and unfeeling, who wielded his power over me like a weapon. His words, once sweet and reassuring, were now laced with venom, designed to strip me of my confidence, my independence, my very identity. His actions, once thoughtful and loving, had turned into a means of control, chaining me to a life I no longer recognized as my own.

“If you marry me, my family’s voting block merges with yours. You control eighty percent of the empire. Julian becomes completely irrelevant. He becomes nothing more than an employee you can fire at your leisure.” She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a seductive, lethal whisper. “Imagine his face. Imagine the absolute, paralyzing horror of the man who thought he was going to rule the world, realizing that the woman he tried to manipulate is now the ultimate authority in his life. The man who tried to destroy your legacy will have to bow to me. He will have to call me 'Mother.' “

“Every single one of them is unstable and they all blame it on the mate bond.” “Please come back to yourself.” His voice cracked. “Your nephew has started a revolt against you, his people destroy every province day and night. The elders and priests are working on taking your throne from you.” A loud thud sounded as Tyson fell to his knees. “The women who dared train their wolves are all being prosecuted. The nation needs you, please.” I sighed weakly. “Leave.” “I will not.” Tyson yelled, his breath trembling. “You have to get back on your feet and be the king we need!”