The Takeover Book Novels & Stories

suggested to me to work at back then. "You…" She pointed at me, trembling with rage. "Wasn't this position supposed to be stable, the kind nobody else could get? I think it's perfect for you. Don't worry. Those leftover bottles you love to hoard? I've made sure they're all saved for you." I returned her own words to her, verbatim. "Chloe! You've gone too far!" Tasha screamed, tearing the card to pieces, and lunged at me like a madwoman.

Then he pulled out one more folder, thinner than the others. "There might be. But it requires you to trust me completely." "I'm listening." "Instead of suing Travis into oblivion, I buy Volt Textiles. A hostile takeover. The company is vulnerable after the failed IPO. Stock prices crashed. Investors are nervous. I could acquire controlling interest within weeks." "Buy his entire company? That would cost millions." "Tens of millions, actually. But it's a sound investment. Volt Textiles has valuable technology, your technology, that's being mismanaged. Under proper leadership it could be very profitable."

"Activate 'Protocol Hostile Takeover'. While Mavric is busy fighting his board of directors, we will seize control of the entire technological infrastructure of Thorne Enterprise. And when that happens... Liora will realize that she was the one who handed us the key." END OF CHAPTER 113.

They saw a woman who had been forged in the Devil's fire and had come out as the Smith. One by one, they reached for the pens on the table. "Good," Iza said, her voice softening just a fraction. "Hatcher, bring in the NDAs." By 10:00 AM, the market had stabilized. The "Thorne Takeover" was the headline of every financial news outlet in the world. Iza sat in Dark’s leather chair, the vastness of the office feeling like a tomb. She was exhausted, her back aching, her stomach tight with the stress of the morning.

He typed two words: Takeover begins. Lina slammed the file onto the table. "The Tokyo registry," Sophia said, sliding a tablet over. "It’s not just a loan, Lina. It’s a bill of sale." Lina ripped the folder open, her eyes scanning the transactions. "Kenji Takahashi. I knew that scumbag wasn't just here for the scenery. How deep is he in?" "Panama, the Caymans, then straight to Valentina’s personal vault." Sophia pointed at a timestamp. "Forty-eight hours before she locked down the estate. He didn't just fund the takeover—he bought it."

"We may have an opportunity to acquire them at a very favourable price." Now he had everyone's attention. "More importantly," he continued, "there's one particular author keeping that company afloat." I folded my arms. "Dianne Bailey." She wasn't simply an owner. She *was* Bailey Books. "I dealt with Dianne personally while Nash handled Pearsons before the takeover." Mason informed the team. He shook my head. "She'd rather sink with her ship than sell it." Ted acknowledged the point. "Normally I'd agree." "But...?" I prompted. This guy was pissing me off prolonging this awful meeting.

“He used you, Aria. You were the key to his takeover.” Luciano’s fists clenched. “Get out,” Aria whispered, voice shaking. Luciano blinked. “What?” She stepped back. “Get out. Before I put a bullet in your chest.” He stared at her, unreadable. A thousand words sat behind those eyes—but he said none of them. Then, without a word, he turned and left. The door slammed behind him. Aria stood frozen, her whole world ash and smoke. She turned to her father. “Tell me everything.”

The director waits at the meeting room door. “Mr. Romano, it’s an honor…” “Let’s get started,” I cut in. Inside, the meeting is exactly what I expect: numbers, projections, asset breakdowns. They dance around the word hostile, but they know what this acquisition really is. A takeover is a takeover. And MuseCo is ripe. I ask questions. The kind that make the director clear his throat twice and push his glasses up his nose. Mackenzie complements the gaps I leave, efficient as always.

Logan slammed the file shut. For a long moment, he stood behind his desk, breathing hard through his nose. His chest rose and fell slowly. “This is not possible,” he said. But the papers in front of him didn't change. He looked down at them again, hoping the words would be different, but they were the same. The signatures were genuine. The numbers were real. The damage was very real. Colt had done it. It was a hostile takeover. It was clean, ruthless, and final. In one morning, he had lost his grip on everything he had worked for.

For five years, Seraphina Rowe believed love was enough. She gave up everything to become Ethan Rowe’s wife, endured a mother-in-law and sister-in-law who treated her like a maid, and quietly stood behind Ethan as he turned a struggling start-up into a successful company. What none of them knew was that Seraphina was never the poor working student Ethan met in college. She was Seraphina Vale—the hidden heiress of one of Bellmont City’s most powerful families. And many of the doors Ethan believed he had opened himself were quietly unlocked by his wife. Then Ethan’s childhood sweetheart returned. Camille had once abandoned him for a wealthy older man. Now dumped and desperate