The Great Gambit Novel Novels & Stories

He walked up to Gary, who had a little furrow on his brow when he saw him. “What’s the matter, Robbie? You were supposed to k—” He was interrupted by the opening of his office door again to see Darken Reliso, the son of Henry and Ansel Reliso, in his usual expensive Gimanni dark blue suit, clean cut and shining pair of shoes. He had that annoying static smirk on his lips and kept his right brow up. He was holding a document. Darken walked slowly into the office and stopped just as he was in front of Gary; he nodded in greeting and let himself sit on the chair in front of Gary before placing the document he was holding on the table.

So I stopped short and asked him "If you already know all about this why do you want me to tell you?" -"Cause I wanted to hear your point of view" he replied coldly. -"Father a bounty was put on you!" -"What? They didn't tell me that! How much money are we talking about?' he asked intensely. -"Ten billion dollars" I said defeated. -"How did they manage to collect so much money?" he wondered. -"Alpha Alexander proposed it and all the other alphas submitted their offers." -"That bast@rd again! He always gets in my way" my father said in annoyance.

As strategies go, I can’t fault it. Unfortunately for the Bratva - which my brother heads - he’s made no secret of the fact that he’ll gut anyone who tries to hurt me. It’s nothing personal, just that I’m the only remaining member of his family and also a valuable chess piece in his organized crime games – a strategic marriage might mean the difference between being friends or enemies.

William began meeting Jennifer behind my back—more and more often. After each meeting, she would show up with something new: a piece of jewelry, a designer bag. Just like before, she pulled out a bracelet William had given her and flaunted it around the apartment. Lucy's eyes widened dramatically. "That bracelet—it's a limited-edition piece. There are only three in the world. Jennifer, who gave it to you?" Jennifer smiled, her expression layered with meaning. "Some people think they've tied down an untouchable prize… never realizing the prize has legs of its own."

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

Tall windows, sleek furniture, and the city lights twinkling far below us. “About the deal?” Nathaniel asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the kitchen counter. I nodded, feeling the nervous energy build inside me. “I don’t know if I can do this, Nathaniel. Pretending… it’s not something I’m good at.” He watched me closely. “It’s not just pretending. It’s business. You’ll be helping me, and I’ll be helping you.” “But what if I can’t handle it? The attention, the lies…?” I asked, my voice trailing off.

His dark eyes flicked to the towering Thatcher Enterprises headquarters—a symbol of the empire that should have been his. He had planned everything perfectly. He had Nadia kidnapped at the precise moment to throw Theodore into chaos, ensuring the charity gala never happened. Yet, not only had his nephew rescued her, but the event had gone through—flawlessly. Twenty billion. Gone. Not stolen. Not mismanaged. Donated. Handed away to charity like it was nothing. And the event? Fifty billion gathered in one night. A record-breaking success. His jaw clenched. His men had assured him Theodore wouldn’t recover in time. They had assured him that Nadia would be out of the picture long enough to ruin

He turned to glance at its title. Seven most painful ways to die. Kevin’s face contorted at the sight of the cover page. What the hell is Cedric doing with books like this? Kevin noticed a little drawer close beside the table where he stood. He observed a ring placed on top of it. Reaching for the drawer, he picked up the ring and examined it. It felt familiar in his grip.

“Goddamn! This machine is cheating us! “ I couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. We we’re both so hopeful and yet was disappointed. Told ‘ya that machine was possessed. It’s tricky, tsk, tsk, tsk. “Let me play,” I said. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete and ongoing novel. (Hmmm... While waiting for an update.) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE NINE MONTHS Would like to hear your lovely review. Looking forward to your motivational review. Love yah all readers!