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

Chirps for the hairdresser. Yeah, people who don't know better think he should be lucky to be married by a very handsome tajir conglomerate. Unfortunately they do not know the dark side of Marco vilante, he is a cold-blooded mobster who knows no mercy. And Bella didn't want to spend the rest of her life getting caught up in the man's cruelty, a lifetime that was too long for Bella. Even now he did not know the error of his ways that trapped him in the life of Marco vilante.

He thought he’d stumbled into some fragile little virgin, drunk and drugged, begging for help. He had no idea what he’d actually gotten into. That was just the first stage of the plan and it already showed signs of success. I knew it wouldn't continue so well though. Dominic King. The Playboy Mogul Behind King’s Entertainment, was just, fuck me, perfection wrapped in a suit. They said God didn't have favourites but how then was a single man given the looks, money, body and from what I'd seen yesterday the perfect cock to satisfy a woman. He’s been linked to politicians’ daughters, foreign princesses, and more Victoria’s Secret models than anyone dares count. Still, Dominic has never been mar

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

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.

“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.”

Right here? “I prefer creative.” Morozov replies. His face falling back into the horrifying, cold stare. I can’t read him like all the other men. I expected he would be difficult to handle, but then again, it’s Russia’s nightmare after all. A merciless billionaire who runs people over no matter who they are You are either on his side, by his side, or in his fucking way. “You’re no different from your miserable family, sweetheart. The rumors were right about you.” He mutters with disgust.

Raymond finished, his tone full of warning. As I soaked his words in, I realised he was right. I knew next to nothing about Alpha Evan. Only that he was a hybrid and seemed like a man who was good at heart. But now, I wasn't so sure. What if the man was nice only in front of me to lure me away from here? What if it was all an act and he was actually a ruthless tyrant, waiting for the right moment to show his true colours?

The Vodells were never allies to the throne; they served only their own bottomless ambition. ​And now, as the gloom choked the life from the clearing, Aaron could not help but wonder in horror: Who is the real monster? Was it Soulus Vodell, whose reckless, petty malice had doomed them all, or was it Malakai, who stood ready to erase two hundred souls from the earth for daring to endanger his mate? ​With a dark, satisfied smile curving her bear-jaws, Cameron dragged the limp, sobbing archer across the riverbed, dropping his broken body like a sack of wet meat directly at the feet of her sovereign.