Tristan Liones Rising Impact 소설 & 이야기

“ I just wanted everyone to know that Lelia is my new girlfriend and so she will be working with me and also have a share in the company,you all regard her the respect you give to my wife“ Tristan's loud voice struck me like a cord , I could literally feel my heart beating faster and the tears wanting to build. His words sent chills and right there , I could feel all their judging gaze on me , most weren’t of pity but of mockery . I wasn’t going to cry , the press were here and crying over my ex husband was the last thing I was going to do. I knew he was doing this just to hurt me and I wasn’t to give him that satisfaction .

"I did have some precautions. After so many years of receiving the short end of the stick, there was no way I couldn't have been at least a little prepared. He even went to Page Co., to boot. Don't you worry." They also talked about other things. Soon, news of Tristan jumping ship and then betraying Jean began trending online. It was quickly followed by news of Tristan plagiarizing a dead director's work. As Jean stared at the comparison photos on her laptop, bewilderment flashed through her eyes. Then, she saw a familiar social media account. The administrator of Larson Group had left a like on the post on his private account.

Ryder exhales a shaky laugh, his hand finding mine. “A boy,” he repeats softly, as if testing the word. There is a light in his eyes I have not witnessed since before the war. It is something pure, fragile, but fierce. Laurina smiles, turning the screen slightly so we can both see better. “He is healthy,” she says. “Perfectly formed. You have been through a lot, Kiara, too much, but your body is stronger than you think. He is thriving.” She wipes the gel away and stands, giving us a moment of privacy.

He says grabbing my hand and shoving me back to the seat. "Get your filthy hands off her." Lucian shows up and takes my hand. "I was wondering when you would come out. This was just a stunt. " Tristan says. "I smelt you from the time I arrived here." He adds getting up and without another word he vanishes leaving Lucian and I alone. How do I even process everything that I have heard tonight. How could someone be this cruel just because of money?

"So we find her instead." Tristan considered this. His dark eyes, so eerily reminiscent of a father he had never met, flickered with something that might have been hope. "That could work." "Of course it could work." Liam was already tapping at his screen, his small fingers moving with surprising dexterity. "I'm the smartest person in this room." "You're the only person in this room who thinks that," Tristan muttered. "I heard that." "You were meant to." Chloe crawled over to sit beside Liam, peering at his screen. "Is it working? Can you see her?"

And now he’s keeping to the promise he made to me five years ago; TO HELP ME RUIN CARLTON. Though everything he just said might sound almost impossible but when it’s coming from Tristian, I’ve no doubt. No fear. Tristian is a top rated most eligible and influential bachelor around the globe who could easily get anything done at the snap of his finger. Not exaggerating. Everything is literally at his disposal.

"You ruined my fashion show and even broke my model's jaw!" "Well, I'd like to, but I didn't break that little shit's jaw," he replied nonchalantly. "You're despicable! It wasn't enough to screw up my life in the past, now you have to ruin my career too?!" Luna shouted, displaying an anger never seen before. "The world doesn't revolve around you, Luna. I'm not here because of you," Tristan responded. "Then because of whom?" Luna questioned. "It's none of your business."

I said softly, finally breaking my silence. Adrian turned, his eyes sharp. "What?" "Tristan. He came to *Horizon* yesterday. He tried to convince me to switch sides. He told me you were a sinking ship and that he could make me the 'Queen' of the new empire." Adrian’s hands balled into fists, his knuckles turning white. The coldness in his eyes shifted into a white-hot protective rage. "He touched you?" "No," I said quickly. "He just talked. He’s desperate, Adrian. He’s trying to dismantle everything you love because he has nothing of his own. He doesn't want the company for the work; he wants it for revenge."

“I carry their crimes. Their rot. I carry it in me, and I will return it tenfold.” A deep rumble shook the ground again. The void was growing stronger. “You don’t need to fear what you are,” Tristan told them. “Your scars, your hunger, your rage—it’s all holy now. Sacred. The gods feared it. But I embrace it.” Someone stepped forward. Then another. A woman knelt. Tristan walked over to her and lifted her chin gently. “No kneeling,” he said softly. “Not here. Not anymore.” She rose. The wind howled.