Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved Mga Nobela at Kwento

Even if it was just the Replenisher she stole, that was enough for them to vanquish her and everything she loved. His mother was a thief... A rogue. He had not even known after that last part except when Mufasa mentioned it just tonight. He hated rogues, yet his mother was one. And she had been with a vampire. A rogue and a vampire was a bloody terrible combination. They must have wrecked havoc together.

“You’re dangerous for a man like me.” She smiled, tracing the hard lines of his abs. “And you’re dangerous for me. I don’t even know everything about you… but I can’t stop wanting you.” He was silent for a moment, then spoke. “Damian Vale. That’s the name that closes deals worth billions. Shipping empires, luxury developments, tech acquisitions. I came to this island for a discreet negotiation — one that could shift markets. But meeting you… changed the equation.” Elena’s heart skipped. The mysterious mogul was finally revealing pieces of himself. She felt the emotional pull deepening alongside the physical obsession.

She let out a heavy sigh and stared at me with those seductive eyes that never failed to make my entire body weak. “Look sweetheart, you know, no matter how kind she is, she would never take our side, she would always support her daughter, not us, and this huge amount of money is a set-up. It's some sort of scam,” she said. It was true, and I believed her instantly without a doubt. “You are right,” I said as I nodded repeatedly. I collected the phone from her and texted; ‘Look, I have nothing to do with you anymore, and I'm not in any position to help you in any way, so you go and look for where the fuck you would get that money from, but not from me.’

This guy must be so wealthy, how could he afford all this? Oh, I forgot. He must have gotten his hands into the Treasury of every pack he plugged. He stole our money and used it to build all this for himself, he is such a tyrant and before the end of this week, I’ll make him pay for his crimes. What I don’t get is why everyone considers him a hero, when it is so obvious that he is nothing but a villain. He must have brainwashed everyone with his long talks of a better tomorrow. He also lavishes money on his faithful followers, that way, no one would be bold enough to challenge his rule. No one, except me. I would never be deceived or brainwashed by him, I’ll expose his lies and bring justice

'Where have I seen this face before,' Alexia thought with her eyes strained while she watched the man walk down to one of the Chief seats in front. "It's him," she exclaimed in a whisper when she recognised it was the man she had encountered earlier in the car. What is he doing here? Her widened eyes flickered and she looked away. She pushed her long brunette hair to her side to avoid being recognised as she pressed her lips together with her eyes closed for a while. "Why does he keep stalking me, hasn't he done enough damage to my day already?" Alexia mumbled. "Before we announce the last team to make it to the next stage, we noticed a distinct VIP walk in, he is none other than the famous

Zandro observed him attentively. Marky knows that being with the whole clan of the Acceturo's is like courting death to your own life. And his life is the most important to him for now because he hasn't experience being in love yet! Who hasn't huh?! Actually, they are the weirdest family I've encountered, however, Zandro is a cold and arrogant person but he is more likely a person that you will hate at first and fall for after. He has the ability to manipulate a person but he is kind to his subordinates.

“This goes live in ninety seconds. Every regulator, every journalist, every shareholder. Ryder Corp collapses by sunrise. You’ll be in federal custody by lunch.” Damien’s hand tightened on the gun. “You’d destroy everything we built?” “We?” She laughed. “I built VossTech. You just married into it.” The lights flickered. Once. Twice. Damien glanced up. “What the—” The glass wall behind him shattered inward. Two figures in black dropped from the ceiling on ropes, silent as ghosts. Ex-Mossad. One disarmed Damien in a blink, the gun clattering across the marble. The other zip-tied his wrists.

He doesn’t belong here, and it’s not like he intends to live here himself. All he wants is to get richer and richer, which is ridiculous, considering he’s already a billionaire. Why does he need more money? More projects? Why doesn’t he care about anyone other than himself? Has he even seen how beautiful our neighborhood is? Does he know any of the people who live here? Like, really know them? I’m sure he doesn’t. He’s a villain, and villains don’t win in the end. I just know it. Gaviani isn’t going to get what he wants. We all need to stick together. Then we’ll be unbeatable.

“Not everyone likes what I’m doing. The donations, the outreach programs… they disrupt certain interests.” I processed his words, a sinking feeling settling in my stomach. “You’re saying someone attacked the gala because of that?” Marco’s eyes darkened. “People in power don’t like change, Mia. And they definitely don’t like when someone like me forces it.” I studied him, my mind racing. Marco Valentino wasn’t just some billionaire hosting charity events for good PR—he was actively making enemies. Dangerous ones. “And the people who died?” I asked quietly. His expression hardened. “Collateral damage.”