روايات وقصص ضمن The Story Of Arthur Truluv

“Good. Very good!” Arthur stood up. As he clapped, he said, “You’re indeed the person we’ve spent the last 12 years looking for. “We've spent so much money to train these bodyguards in secret, and each of them can fight ten people by themselves with no problem. Yet, they’re nothing before you. “I have to admit that you’ve surprised me, you fugitive.” As Arthur spoke, he smiled at Chase as if nothing was wrong with the situation. Chase smirked, baring his teeth at Arthur. “Old Dog Arthur, they say that the good die young while the bad live long to bring trouble to everyone. You’ve lived such a long life. Why, oh why, did God spare your life for the past 12 years?

Arthur asked, his tone calm but seething underneath. “What are you talking about?” Tristan laughed nervously. “I gave you my trust. I handed you this company. I believed you when you said you were capable—and this is what you do?” Arthur threw a photo at him. Tristan picked it up. His face paled. The evidence of his shady dealings stared back at him. “Cat got your tongue?” Arthur said coldly. “Dad, I can explain—” “You’ll explain nothing,” Arthur cut him off. “I’m assigning this company to someone who can actually handle it.”

"I tried, but I simply couldn't," She drew back and put her hands on my shoulders. "You have always been strong Kim and I know you can overcome this, please don't let them see your weakness and use it to their advantage, you know they are waiting for that moment you break," I nodded. "Thank you, Ms. Ruth," "That's better. Now, come down, the Lawyer is here with Arthur's will," I frowned. "Arthur's will?" She nodded. "Yes, it was written a long time ago when he thought he would die from the pressure on his heart,"

She looked cleaner, her face washed, wearing a borrowed tie-dye t-shirt that said "Make Love, Not War." "How long?" Jack asked. "Two days," Olivia handed him a slice of fruit. "You exhausted your core. The Tinker warned you about overusing the Hand." "We have Arthur?" "We do," Ben Carter's voice came from the command chair. "And boy, does he have stories. We thawed him out yesterday. He's... traumatized, but talking." "Where is he?" "In the server room, helping Gary decrypt Valerius's files. Turns out, Arthur built half the security protocols Valerius is using."

“Arthur, it’s me, Griswold.” “Griswold?” Arthur asked before looking closely at Griswold with his tired eyes. Seeing that it was his friend, a sigh left his mouth instead of being happy. “I see that you have returned early from your trip in the foggy forest. I assume you’ve already heard about your wife’s condition?” “Yes, that’s also the reason why I’m here--” “I’m sorry…” Arthur interrupted, a sad expression appearing on his face. “I have studied all day long since the time you left the city, searching for a replacement for the vitality pill’s main ingredient but to no avail. I-I… I can’t help you anymore.”

I couldn't help but remark. Dr. Ruth elaborated, "Arthur and I... we have a history. We were college friends back in Nashville and started dating about ten years ago. Five years ago, he proposed, and I accepted like a fool. With marriage plans in mind, I invested nearly all my earnings from my medical practice into his club. He always said it was his dream, that it would make us rich..." Dr. Ruth's voice faded as she absentmindedly traced patterns on the kitchen table. "I noticed gradual changes in our lives—from a modest apartment to a penthouse. However, our dream of starting a family seemed to disappear in exchange. For five years, he made excuses until I discovered that the engagement ri

"The Board thinks it's a monumental waste of R&D capital. They want us focused on the Ghana National Gas acquisition and the Deepwater Tano expansion. They want barrels, not digital ethics." "The acquisition is the body, Julian. The Arbiter is the soul," Arthur said, leaning over the mahogany railing. His eyes moved to the horizon, where the lights of a distant tanker flickered. "One day, you’re going to be faced with a binary choice. You’ll have the chance to make a billion dollars by doing the wrong thing—suppressing a leak, hiding a failure, crushing a competitor—or you can lose everything by doing the right thing. I’m building a system that will make that choice for you if you’re too cow

“Fair.” Toby looked at me. “Mom.” Dangerous tone. Very dangerous. “What?” “Can I?” I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Because the truth was I did not know. A few months ago I would have said absolutely not. Without hesitation. Without discussion. Now? Things were not that simple anymore. Arthur had lost everything. The company. The position. The influence. The power. For the first time since I had known him, he looked less like a corporate machine and more like an actual person. Which was somehow more complicated.

"I am working on it. But I need the truth. No more secrets. If there are any other skeletons in this family's closet, I want to know about them now." Arthur nodded slowly. "There are more. When you are ready, I will tell you everything. But I think this is enough for one day." I walked out of the study with Marcus beside me. Behind us, Arthur sat alone at his desk, the weight of his past finally catching up to him. Ahead of us, the snow was falling, and somewhere in a maximum-security prison, David Miller was about to realize that his final gambit had failed. He had tried to break me with the truth. Instead, he had given me the weapon I needed to destroy him.

I’m sure she was trying to tell me something but then I was already confused enough to listen to her. “Come on girl, make your decision already but be smart about it.” Mom nudged me. “Would you let whatever my decision is stand?” “Well, you are a smart girl. I trust your decision.” I sat up on the bed. “Mom, Arthur really has found his mate. Yeah I know I told you before but I’m serious about it. I saw it with my own eyes.” “Oh Sam stop with the jokes. You can’t lie your way out of this.” “Mom, I swear, I saw her. But he rejected her.”