The Winner Novel David Baldacci Novels & Stories

silence filled the air as the woman slowly took the name out of the envelope. “Our winner is Elysia Alderidge, for the book ‘The woman he could never love.’” John Mickelson smiled, applauding as he watched her mount the stage again to receive it, the surprise, quite evident on his face since he knew that for the past eight years, it has always been between him and Freya. “Wow,” he muttered under his breath. “I guess there's someone new in the game. I'm impressed.” “And lastly, for this distinguished storyteller award, we have names that have won today, but surprisingly, the winner is…Emily Donovan!”

Matthew had come back for him, and Melody was to go to the event with his wife, Amy. So Allan was now here at the event, wishing he wasn’t, tired of being bombarded with questions as to where he was, false concern as to how he holding up, and hypocritical interest as to what he was going to do now that he was back in the world of the living. They wanted Allan Sinclair, billionaire, businessman extraordinaire. What they didn’t seem to realize was that man wasn’t back and never would be. He’d died in that fire with Riana. All that was left of him was a shadow. “Nothing but a shadow, that’s what I am.”

Without hesitation, David gave chase. The area was deserted and shrouded in darkness. David had come to this place to catch the man who had stolen sensitive information from his laptop and stored it on a pen drive. If the contents of that drive were exposed, David's reputation and very existence would be at stake. He needed that pen drive at any cost. After a few moments, the thief stumbled and fell to the ground. David wasted no time in apprehending him. "So, Parker, what did you think? That you could betray me?" David sneered, his grip tightening around the thief's collar. "I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?"

She continued coolly like it was a natural way and words to speak to someone. "That isn't true. You know I am one of the best things that has ever happened to him." "Oh really? If that's what you say then why is he on page 6 of the NY GOSSIP magazine with Amelia on a date and not here with you" I see what she is trying to do but she is nowhere near succeeding. I would not give her the satisfaction she wanted. I knew Clark still had business dealings with Amelia, especially after she took her father's place in his company as CEO. There was nothing to worry about because he was always so open about his activities. Due to his honesty, I never had trust issues.

He had a dream, to be a topper so that he would be accepted in the best companies in the Country. And it was almost about to end a year ago only if he had not met Lucas. Lucas David. He was the King of Underworld, the undisputed Ruler of Mafia kingdom. Every single child knew him. Every boy feared of him. He was a nightmare for all. He was often seen on the roads of the city, moving in his Mercedes. He was ruthless, heartless, and cold. He had nothing to be used as his weakness. He had none. But he was honest. He was not a liar. He wasn’t a cheater. He was a fair man. It was kind of interesting incident for him to meet Liam around a year back.

Her lawyer released a statement denying the allegations, but it was a whisper in a hurricane. The board, which had been nervously contemplating the audit, suddenly found a new, unifying clarity. The enemy was not Davidson, the man with the messy personal life. The enemy was Victor and his network of deceit, which now included a mother weaponizing her own children. That evening, Davidson stood in the penthouse, watching the sun set over the city. The war was not over, but a pivotal battle had been won. He had not just defended himself; he had annihilated one of his two chief tormentors.

The Dark Alpha won the chase and won my heart as a prize. ****************THE END***************

I saw clearly how he fought and how he cheated. He never stood on equal ground. He struck only when his opponent was already broken and could not defend themselves. By then he had already laid low many skilled warriors, and I had studied every dirty trick he used. When I defeated him and exposed his lies, he twisted the truth and tried to deny it. But I would not back down. He burned with cold rage toward me, and ever since then every meeting between us has ended in blood or anger.

I say abruptly. Davida raises an eyebrow, he is intrigued. I meet his gaze. “I want to get my hands dirty, alright. Ricardo can’t win. You won’t let him. I won’t let him.” Davida chuckles. “Golden Cop wants to fight fire with fire?” He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Ricardo killed my men. Ripped me off twenty-five million dollars. And now, five years later, he’s still standing, bigger than any mafia leader I’ve ever met at such a… should I say… young age?”