روايات وقصص ضمن The Merchant Of Venice

The screen flickered, displaying a centralized balance sheet: VALERIANO MAIN RESERVE: €142,000 PRIVATE WALLET [ALPHA-NULL]: €9,858,000 "You've systematically starved him," Dante observed, his eyes narrowing into slits of pure stone. "Lorenzo thinks he’s a King with an empire, but he’s sitting on an empty vault. He’s bankrupt and he doesn't even know it." "He will know when he tries to authorize the maritime defense matrix tomorrow morning," Isabella whispered fiercely, turning her head to look up into Dante’s harsh, carved face. "He wants to buy heavier iron to fight the Marcones. He wants to bring fifty mercenaries from Albania to secure the Como perimeter. But when he types his biometric s

“You only cared about the company, about using me. I’m just a pawn to you—just a tool in your game. And I’m done.” Meredith scoffed, rolling her eyes as if Venessa’s words were nothing but childish tantrums. “You think I’ve spent all this time and energy on you out of the goodness of my heart?” Meredith’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “No, Venessa, I’ve been building an empire. And now, you’re throwing it all away. Do you even understand what’s at stake? This marriage is the only thing that will save you! You owe me this, after everything I’ve given you. Everything.”

A jewelry district, bright storefronts along a wide street, display cases visible through plate glass, crowds moving along the pavement with the unhurried quality of people with somewhere to be but not urgently. "What are you doing," I said. Ares pointed toward one of the larger stores. "I promised Vesper I would bring her something from the Western Gates." I looked at him. "She threatened you." "That's a strong word." "She used specific language about specific consequences." "She always uses specific language." He was already moving toward the door. "It's one of her best qualities." "Ares." He paused. "Ten minutes." He grinned. "That's personal growth right there." The door opened. He stepp

"I only do my duty for the crown, My Lord. Though, I must admit, the merchants were... difficult." This was it. The moment I remembered from my past life. Caspian hadn't settled the debt with "negotiations." He had bribed the merchants with a shipment of grain that was supposed to go to the starving villages in the North—Kaelen’s land. In my first life, I had helped him hide the paperwork. Not tonight.

Nothing else mattered around us. The priest was talking, but I didn't pay attention to what he was saying. "You may share your vows." He said. "I never thought I will be standing here." Vincenzo said and the guys laughed. "I never thought I will marry the most precious gem in this world. But they say never say never. Because here I am looking at her, waiting to make her fully mine. I, Vincenzo Mercanti, take Valeria Violet Siankovski, to be my wedded wife to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us apart. And even then I will follow you." He smirked.

Chapter 10: Quickie DEVON'S P.O.V “A-Angelo,” I stuttered. His kisses trailed down from my neck, going to my nipple. I can smell his manly scent with sweat and alcohol on it. He spat on my neck and sucked it. I pushed him away and tried to escape, but he was determined to what he wanted. And I’m saddened to admit it, but I love it. Angelo looked me in the eyes. “I heard you are a courtesan here—the great Devon Ellis. I’m going to pay you four thousand dollars for this quickie,” and he gave me his wallet full of money.

There were stacks of herbs and boxes on the counter. -What's your name? - Beria asked, looking around. “V-vicor,” the merchant stammered. -Do you know why we're here? The merchant looked at Deamaru, and then suddenly fell to his knees, so that the floor trembled, and begged: - Madam, please forgive me! “Ta-a-ak,” Bery drawled, exchanging glances with Aznar. - Please save my life, I have children, - Vikor continued to lament. - My fault, mine!

Daven came to the Shylock room where shylock was eating a bunch of grapes and drinking vine. Shylock saw him and said him to sit. Daven said, ‘it is very difficult to take her because she is with a group and the people of the group are our soldiers. Shylock didn’t understand, he asked Daven, ‘why our soldiers are involved with them?’ Daven told him, ‘because our king provides service to the boy named Ricardo by giving him, soldiers and personal lady doctor.’ Shylock thought that why did he ask for a lady doctor?

Meanwhile, Lisa and Mpok Hamidah are getting hotter. "Well, if you can afford it, just pay it, Mbak. You don't have to use anarchists either!" Lisa has lost her temper. "The buyer is the king, but the merchant of the Sultan is also the time, ah! How can there be a story of a merchant being abused like this! Just be proud of yourself."

He extends his arm, unsure for a heartbeat, then I step into it. And I don’t resist. I let him pull me close, let my cheek rest against his shoulder as the sea crashes beneath us. *** Vynov’s port comes alive in the early morning mist—noisy, and utterly indifferent to our arrival. Sailors shout over crates. Nobles in deep velvet disembark with wrinkled noses. Merchants haggle before their boots even touch the cobblestones. Gold moves hands. Oil-stained ropes creak. It’s practised chaos. This is an island kingdom built on trade, and it runs like a hungry beast, feasting on coin and commerce.