Novel & Cerita Troy Otto

What am I doing here? Questions flooded my mind with no answers. Where is Felix? Where’s Barbra? Where is the rest of the Wade family? “Mia? Hey… what’s going on?” Troy asked gently, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. “You seem confused. Is something wrong?” I looked at him, still stunned. The last time I saw Troy was in 2012. But this is 2020. How is he even here? Back then, he left for the United States to study Business Administration. His father had insisted he take over the LeVert Empire one day.

He held himself oddly as we embraced, flinching slightly when I squeezed him. ‘You’re hurt!’ ‘Shhhhh… it’ll heal. Don’t reveal my weakness, babe. We’ve won, but it’s going to take time for everyone to feel sure…’ I was about to send back to tell him it was stupid to worry about that—but he nodded over my shoulder and whispered, “Look.” I turned to find Troy, no longer a tiger, standing in a circle of young wolves looking very uncertain as they rushed to him, cheering and high fiving, gushing over what he’d done and who he’d taken out.

Everyone turned their attention to the direction it came from. "I'm not underestimating any of you but if you really think you can kill off Ashley Elsher, then you're severely mistaken!" The boy said, his fingers tapping away on his laps. His identity amazed them. Troy Vegas who was known as a powerful witch. His powers were said to be on par with that of Taylor but as the two had never fought before, it remained unconfirmed. Troy was known for his classes which made him look like a hot need and he had a habit of wiping them clean when delivering something important.

“You had the opportunity and what did you do? You tried to blackmail her for money. Like the small-minded worm you are.” “I’m sorry!” Troy tried to curl into a ball, but his broken ribs made him cry out. “I don’t know how her rich boyfriend found out. I was careful, I swear!” “Careful?” I laughed. “You weren’t careful at all. You underestimated Gavin Cross. You thought because you had a video, you had power. But you don’t understand power, Troy. You never did.” “Give me one more chance,” he begged, actually crying now. “Please. I’ll get what you need. I’ll do exactly what you say. I’ll… ”

“What?” Troy sat down across from me, his fingers interlacing. “Ever since his business crashed, he’s been desperate. He’s always been hungry for control, for influence. O’Hara gave him a way back to the top. That’s what this is about. Not you. Not loyalty. Just power.” I felt something inside me crack. He used me. All this time, all these years… had he ever truly changed? Or had he just been waiting for the right opportunity to betray me again?

Let me keep a hand on his back, didn't pull away when I pressed a kiss to his temple. Progress. Real, tangible progress with an omega who'd spent the last five years running from anything that looked like intimacy or trust. Troy had been merciless, of course. The second we'd walked in, he'd taken one look at us—at Lake's carefully neutral expression and the slight hitch in his walk, at the fresh marks on his neck that hadn't been there at breakfast—and his grin had gone absolutely feral. "Well, well, well," he'd drawled, crossing the room with exaggerated casualness. "Look who finally decided to rejoin the land of the living. Have a nice... conversation?"

“She will be worth it. A perfect little doll for you to-” “You motherfucker,” Troy hissed, interrupting Gary. My insides, already liquid, turned to ice, and butterflies flapped up a hurricane in my stomach. “I will rip your spine out through your asshole,” he warned. “End. It. Now.” “Sold to bidder forty-two,” Gary said hurriedly and switched off his microphone. I stared at Troy who calmly returned my gaze. His face was completely passive and unreadable. After a few minutes, he sighed deeply, ran his slender fingers through a mob of thick, dark blonde hair and held out his hand to help me off the platform.

" Sober I'd say. I was surprised when I saw Timothy still hale and healthy. I heard he was shot but konstantin has called upon for him a doctor. I don't know the deal but I think konstantin means no harm this Time " " That smart Sly psychopath! " Maximo exclaimed weakly " Don't you know what he's trying to achieve with his pretentious acts? He's trying to get iris to himself of course. I wouldn't be falling for his pretentious attitude anymore. He got me with it once when he makes me believe he meant no harm , only to loose my best friend in the crossfire "

He dragged me through the crowd before I could argue and stopped in front of a tall guy leaning against the bar. “This,” Marcus announced proudly, “is Troy.” Troy. He was older and probably went to another college maybe, with dark curls falling into his eyes and a smirk that looked permanent. His gaze shifted to me slowly, like he was taking his time on purpose. “And you must be Stephen,” he said. His voice was low, smooth. I gave him a tight nod. “Yeah.” “Troy’s into design and PR,” Marcus added unnecessarily. “He helped with the promo stuff for the event and he goes to our school but he is a senior."

He had bit his lips and demanded, "What were you thinking? Why did you request a day off for me? You did it on purpose, right?" "What are you talking about, Keith?" Troy had appeared genuinely puzzled. He had indeed appeared innocent, but Keith had believed it was an act. After all, Troy had been deemed the future heir of the Ritter family. At a young age, he had already received titles and awards in various fields. He had also borrowed 100 million dollars from York's investments and multiplied his earnings to 300 million dollars. These achievements weren't easy for ordinary adults to achieve, let alone a 13-year-old child.