The Great Gambit Novel Novels & Stories

Pietro Gambino might be gone, a pawn in the greater game, but his absence would leave ripples in the underworld, ripples that I intended to ride all the way to the top. Agent Mathews was a wild card, and I was determined to play my hand carefully to ensure that my empire remained untouchable.

The wall holds. Rubi offered a final, silent salute to the sleeping Minister Lloyd—the defeated King in his private fortress. Rachna’s weapon was fully loaded, and the architect of desire was returning home with the final blueprint of the enemy’s demise. The Brazilian Gambit was complete, secured by a seductive performance in a polka dot bikini, and the dynasty’s global power was now unshakeable.

Noelle’s POV ‘Oh shit. Oh shit’ I screamed internally as I dramatically dropped my iPad on the bed. I had gone up against the four power houses in the entire country. Probably the entire world. I had challenged them verbally and walked away unscathed. This was truly a dream come true. A huge dream came true. I calmed myself down and picked up my iPad again. Adrian Velrose, Dante Moretti, Kael Sorren and Lucien Kai. Adrien came from old money and commanded a lot of connections. He could raise or destroy any company with just the snap of his fingers.

He stands in the center of the living room, chest heaving, eyes scanning the perimeter. "The security system rebooted. There's a thirty-second gap in coverage. Someone could have—" "Gabriel." I cross the room. I put my hand over his on the gun. The metal is cold; his skin is burning. "There's no one here. Just us and a storm." His hand is shaking. The great Gabriel Hunt. The Debt Collector who destroys empires with a signature. Shaking from a power flicker.

She doubted such a person could orchestrate a grand scheme resulting in her father's death. Reflecting on the past, both Gotrust and Bucapital competed for the same project. After her father's death, it was acquired by the Gibson family. Emily initially suspected the beneficiary of the crime, focusing on the Gibson family. Unfortunately, the new head of the Gibson family, Murray Gibson, was highly capable and ruthless, fortifying his family's empire impenetrably.

"What man? You've been associating with disreputable men behind our backs? Have you no shame?" I laughed. "So you're making up sexual rumors about me now?" My father froze, apparently not expecting the daughter who'd always been timid to talk back. Daphne burst into tears and threw herself into his arms. "Dad! If some man didn't buy the dress for her, then she must've stolen it!" Stolen it? My foster mother had founded Draper Atelier herself. Why would I ever need to steal from it? And that man wasn't some stranger. He was my foster brother, the youngest CEO of a publicly traded company in Westbridge.

SCARLETT FOSTER The heavy rain outside matched the stormy atmosphere inside the back seat of the Maybach. It was nearly eleven in the evening. The high-stakes dinner with Montgomery Enterprises’ overseas investors had been an absolute minefield, but we survived it. I spent the entire night seamlessly managing Caleb’s schedule, pulling up financial statistics at a moment's notice, and intercepting passive-aggressive remarks from greedy board members. Caleb had played the role of the sharp, ruthless CEO flawlessly. But now, as the car navigated through the rain-slicked streets of the city, the powerful corporate titan looked thoroughly exhausted.

"Winona! You can't do this to me! Without you, I'll die! Do you have any idea how bad my luck's been these past few days? Everything's gone wrong. Deals are collapsing, and I can't even drink water without choking! "I need you, Winona!" My steps faltered for just a second. Then, I kept walking. What he needed was my luck, not me. A man like that wasn't worth turning back for. Julian was dragged out of the Lombardi estate by the guards. Over the next few days, news about him kept coming in. The smuggling routes, casinos, and nightclubs he controlled were quickly swallowed up by rival factions. His men abandoned him one after another, pledging loyalty to whoever could keep them alive.

“He’s clearly still being funded by you.” “Better question, you fucking old hag,” Jane cut in. “Why didn’t you cut off the supply when Eloise died? You wanted this to happen. You enjoyed watching it.” A smile slowly formed on her face as she listened to Jane. “I am close to a hundred years old, and since the day I was born, my family has lived in fear of the Grand Alpha, leader of the Alpha Council. So yes, I enjoyed seeing something different for a change.” “Answer Triscade’s question,” Kaleb pressed. “How does he get the money?”

she asked further. “Because I want the treasures, I'm your husband-to-be and I should be the one controlling our money and not you” he said, sweating profusely. Alessia's brows scrunched up on their own in disappointment. “I can see you're just being jealous. The safe box's contents are my father's family's treasure, something that is passed to every first born, I can't break the rule of giving it to an outsider” She spewed out without thinking twice.