The Best Of Me Novels & Stories

Bilal he might as well get some work done while he waited. On tapping the screen of his phone he recalled an overdue phone call he had to make, it had slipped his mind completely, his mind had been occupied with strategizing and planning how the meeting would go, no doubts that Ms. Bilal was a smart woman ,one which excelled in a game of manipulation and calculation, one who was his top rival. To get to the top he needed to get close to her, learn how she worked, her strategies, strengths and weaknesses, he needed to know where to strike in other to bring her down, what better way to do all that than to propose a terminal partnership?

'𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎'

“I only have room for one passenger.” Willa glanced between them. Jaxson was the devil she knew: tidy, controlling, infuriating — an anchor you cursed and clung to in the same breath. Kael felt like a live wire — dangerous, wickedly tempting; freedom with ozone on its breath. “Why help me?” she asked, steadier than she felt. “Because the Doing Me To The Fullest program isn’t just about surviving, Willa,” Kael said, his blue eyes bright with something like hunger. “It’s about evolving. You might be the first player in a decade who’d rather break the system than rig it.”

"You're the best? You?! You reek of control, pride and you are just one obsessed bastard" Obsessed? Me? Yeah! I stepped back just one step and nodded, my gaze unwavering. "I'm the best, and I know it. Nothing you say will change that." "You traumatized her!" Lukas yelled, his voice breaking on the last word, revealing the depth of his pain. He did love her. But-So did I.

"What gave you the right? Did you stop to think for a second how this would affect me? My life? Those around me?" His throat bobs as he swallows, his features momentarily tightening before smoothing out into something unreadable. "I did what was best for you," he says, voice so soft, so genuine that it makes my jaw clench. My scoff is immediate. "What was best for me?" I repeat, the words dripping in disbelief. I lean forward slightly, narrowing my eyes. "So, let me get this straight," I say, voice turning cool, slow, laced with spite. "So, what is best for me—a woman you barely even know—is to dump an entire empire, nearly a century in the making, right into my lap? Just like that? Out the

And with that, I finally walk away from the best thing I've ever had so that he can have the best thing he'll ever have. —End of a Long Flashback—

Daniela Ferrara never asked for the fairy tale; she just wanted to heal her patient. Instead, she got a marriage contract, a husband colder than winter, and a debt she never owed. Billionaire tycoon Marco Ferrara made her his wife to punish a crime that wasn't hers, used her body to secure an heir, and threw her out the moment she gave him what he wanted.Four years later, he is standing outside her office door. Not for her, for the children he had made her sign away and the ones who needed their mother.But the woman sitting in the doctor’s office wasn't the same one he had abandoned. And this time, forgiveness wasn't for sale.

“…fuck, Elena…” I froze. I knew that voice. Nate. My fiancé’s best friend. The best man. I pushed the door open another inch before I could stop myself. He stood at the sink, back half-turned, his dark suit pants open and shoved down just enough. His hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking in tight, with urgent pulls. His phone was propped against the mirror. On the screen was a photo of me, it was the one from the engagement party.

He grudgingly said, “Okay, but if any part of this video diary is made public, I will hire Ginger—or worse—to sue you.” “Ooh, that’s mean. But understood.” She fiddled with the camera. “My first question is, what’s the best thing that ever happened to you? On a personal level or on a professional level.” “One and the same for me.” Did that make him sound one-dimensional? “The best thing was when I won the Man of Steel competition last year.” “What about the worst thing that ever happened to you?” “Getting kicked off the PBR Tour.” “Really?” “Yeah, why?”

My future is bright and wide open. I am a winner. And being here with all the people I love is my greatest victory of all. THE END