The Great Gambit Novel Novels & Stories

Although they couldn't attend the Sage's 80th birthday banquet, they all wanted to know immediately whether Ashton would actually come to Grandcrest Estate today or if he'd truly challenge the Sage and claim the throne of Javonbury's criminal underworld. "Six hours to go. This showdown will decide who controls Javonbury's underworld. My blood is boiling just thinking about it. Will the Sage prove the old warhorse still has teeth and stay king forever, or will Ashton tear down the old order and claim the throne? Javonbury hasn't felt this alive in years." "Just now, the betting pool at the Curios Chamber officially broke 600 billion dollars. What an insane number. This is a true high-stakes g

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

The hall shimmered with golden chandeliers and the chatter of high-ranking officials. Their laughter and celebratory toasts filled the air, drowning out the memories of blood and battle. I stood at the entrance, cradling my swollen belly, my eyes hollow and dark. A blood-stained necklace dangled from my hand, the cold metal biting into my palm. “I am the Gamma’s daughter,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the clinking of glasses. My shaky body moved forward, through the crowd, the cold path beneath my feet leading me to the man at the center, laughing with pride and ego.

But I realized as she told me about how she helped Roman that I couldn’t win her trust if I didn’t let her in. For what it was worth, I didn’t think she’d be out to sabotage my business and Roman had nothing to gain from fucking with my drug business. For me it was more of a side hustle anyway. My main product was weapons and he had the drug market on lock with his designer cocktails, high end and low end selections and all the other perks he offered. Everyone wondered how he did it – mostly how he kept his chemist, and his distribution system under such tight wraps that no one really knew how he operated. I could learn from him. But I wasn’t looking to muscle in on him. The only thing I wan

I could've sworn I saw her shoulders lift with pride as she spoke, that smug smile never leaving her face. She makes me fucking sick. “Interestingly, it is the same plight as the female lead of my newest bestseller book,” Gabi continued, “a woman with so much to give the world, but such little luck. So much so that she falls into the hands of a Killer, a dangerous Mafia man…” I watch as the Interviewer literally piques. Her brown eyes glow with desperate curiosity at the mention of the word ‘Mafia’.

Isaiah handed over the keys like he was used to it. I followed carefully as he entered a private room. Through the partially open door, I saw several young men dressed in sharp suits. They looked like the typical rich heirs you would see in tabloids. Pretending to be on a phone call, I loitered in the hallway near the room. From where I stood, I could see the table piled with dishes like lobster, king crab, and caviar—things I would only ever see on cooking shows. "Isaiah, seeing you in those cheap clothes cracks me up. You're the heir to billions, for crying out loud!"

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she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. As we celebrated, a thought lingered in the back of my mind—a plan already set in motion. Gabriel had long relied on his loyal investors and executives to keep his empire afloat. If he lost them, Moretti shoes would crumble finally. I sipped my champagne, letting Natasha chatter about the night’s triumph. The seeds had been planted, but I wouldn’t reveal what I’d done—not yet. Success tasted even sweeter when it was served with a side of poetic justice.

She never would have associated such a term with William, but stranger things were taking place, Reena thought as she finally drifted off to a dream riddled sleep, lips tightened and eyebrows puckered. ~ “The sudden disappearance of Senator Mcgauton has sent the entire state into a frenzy, as different speculations drench the air. But the FBI has been said to have taken over the investigations and would do everything within their power to ensure the safe return of our beloved Senator. God bless America!”