The Trap Of Black Swan Novels & Stories

By the time he realized I was moving my inheritance beyond his reach, it was already too late. The legal traps had been activated. The financial dominoes were already falling. His liquidity vanished. Corporate liabilities detonated one after another. Emergency obligations consumed his reserves. Entire pillars of his wealth collapsed before he even understood what was happening. And because greed had blinded him, he walked directly into every trap himself. I never had to push. I simply stepped aside. And watched. A faint chuckle escaped me. Julian Vane had entered the apocalypse believing he was one of Oakhaven's future kings.

I am a treasure feared to be lost. One afternoon, while I am in the library, a flower is delivered. A single black orchid, of obscene rarity. There is no card. No need. The message is clear. It is at this moment that I understand the true nature of the trap. I am no longer caught only between Sasha and Niko. I have become the stake in a much larger war. The twins' desire has caged me. Voronin's covetousness has locked me in. But in this cage, a terrible and seductive idea takes root. If two predators are fighting over the same prey... the prey acquires inestimable value. And perhaps... perhaps a certain power.

A man came in and crouched down to his level, face few inches away from him. "I'm disappointed. I heard so much about White Oak and here you are not more than 2 days and we have our hands on you......" the man said with spitting on the side. "Why are you here?" "For setting you free." "Why would you do that? Why would you betray your boss? As much as I know The Black Swan, you guys don't do anything for free, what do you want in return?" "Revenge, from Jonathan Kyle." "How can I help you, Kai?"

Chase laughed. "Do you really think you had the perfect plan? Don't you know that you were destined for failure from the very start? It's because you've offended someone you shouldn't have." "Do you mean you?" the man in black asked coldly. "Yes. It's someone like me," Chase replied calmly. "Do you really think your information is true? I set up that trap. I revealed it on purpose." The man in black looked shocked. Next thing he knew, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Several guards rushed in and struggled for a long time before pinning Caleb's father to the floor. Amid the chaos, Caleb ran to the influencer's camera and snatched the selfie stick. He sobbed at the screen. "Everyone, you saw it, right? He's a psychopath. He deliberately disguised bricks as a laptop to trick me. I plugged my USB into the wrong port and it short-circuited! "My thesis really is gone. This is murder by another name. Please help me get justice!"

All the trauma of the explosion and the constant fear for Nyla’s life came rushing to the surface, and I reached for the heavy metal pliers sitting on the table nearby. I didn't care about being a good man anymore. I didn't care about the laws or the consequences. I was a Varek, and in our world, when someone tries to take what is yours, you take everything they have left. I moved toward the man, my shadow swallowing him whole as I reached for his foot. The sanctuary of the clinic was gone. The battle was here.

"I’m just a stupid, spoiled brat. I thought I could play their game. I thought I was strong." ​She curled tighter, the agony in her womb a constant reminder of what she had lost. She had wanted to be the hero of her own story, the writer who scripted her escape. But as the shadows of the skyscrapers grew longer across the room, Vivienne Blackwood realized she had written a tragedy. ​She was a mother without a child, a bride without a groom, and a prisoner in a castle made of glass. And somewhere beneath the city, the man she loved was walking into a trap she had helped build with her own silence.

“He’s not just biting the bait. He’s swallowing the hook, the line, and the rod. He’s creating the very crisis he predicted.” “He’s overplaying his hand,” Anton said, his voice cold. The sight of his life’s work being publicly disemboweled should have felled him. But instead, a terrifying calm had settled over him. He was watching an opponent charge headlong into a trap they themselves had built. “He’s creating panic so severe that when he ‘reveals’ Chimera, the collapse will be total, and his clients can sweep in. But panic creates chaos. And chaos has loose ends.”

Inside: a single chess piece, the queen, smeared with crimson ink. Her hand trembled as she held it. “He’s warning us. Or daring us.” Luca took the piece from her and snapped it in half. “Then we’ll make the board collapse under him.” The crescendo came when Ethan tried to trigger a market crash, funneling billions through shell corporations to engineer panic. But this time, Amara and Luca were ready. They released proof of his manipulation before the crash could succeed. Screens across the world lit up with undeniable evidence. Ethan’s name trended alongside words like fraud and corruption.

ANGEL The fact of the matter was that nobody could outrun their past indefinitely. At one point or another, it would appear in front of you like a charging bull inside of a china shop, threatening to destroy everything within its wake. Something that I had recently learned was that trust needed to be earned instead of blindly given. Had I not been so trusting, had not allowed myself to ignore my instincts, then I might not even be here right now. Goddess, I had been so damn blind and had nobody to blame myself for falling into this carefully created trap.