Novel & Cerita Ulterior Motive

“You know I drop her off to college every morning.” “Why?” “What do you mean why?” I immediately retorted. “I don’t have a problem with it and neither does she. Plus Rose doesn’t have a problem with it either. And you didn’t too. So why are you suddenly asking me that?” “I’m just wondering,” he replied slowly. “If all these while you’ve been driving her, it was because of some ulterior motive none of us knew about.” “Depends on your definition of ulterior motive,” I fired back. “I did it all these while simply because I wanted to.”

His face tensed up as he said through gritted teeth, “Not only was your mother beautiful, but she was also smarter than most people since young. Numerous suitors tried to win over her heart but she chose to be with John the prick instead!” He hated himself for not stopping the tragedy from happening. Tears began to roll down his cheeks as he said, “I could tell back then that John had an ulterior motive but your mother didn’t listen to me… It’s my fault I didn’t stop her from going down this path…” “Ulterior motive? Uncle, what actually happened back in the days?”

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he snarled. A dark chuckle escaped me. “You're missing the most important issue, I'm afraid.” His jaw clenched. “And what's that?” I shrugged. “You have no motive.” “Oh, I do have a motive.” He hummed a laugh, leaning back in his seat. “Pietro had the information you needed, but he wanted money. You said you'd pay him, but it was easier to kill him.” I stared at him, half-wondering if he had gone insane. “That's your brilliant theory?”

I looked up at Nathan, the word hanging in the air. "It was a setup," Nathan finished, his face a mask of granite. "Either way, it’s a breach," Lucas added. "They went behind the Don’s back. That doesn't suggest a 'help' mission. That suggests an agenda." I felt the room getting colder. I couldn't wrap my head around the motivation. "I’m lost," I confessed. "Good intentions or bad, why hide us there? What’s the payout?" "Isn't it obvious?" Nathan’s voice was a dark rumble. "They did it to keep us from finding each other."

“Go on. I feel like you have more to say to me.” “This isn’t just business,” I said slowly. “It’s too personal.” “I will agree on that with you.” “They are not just trying to bring him down financially,” I continued. “They are trying to ruin him completely. His name, his reputation, and his future.” “Which means there is a motive.” “Exactly,” I said, pointing at him. “And not just any motive. This is targeted and precise.” I started pacing back and forth again, my thoughts moving faster now.

"I am not here to pressure you about my proposal. Just to talk. If you want." I should have sent him away. Should have demanded time alone to process everything without his presence complicating my thoughts. But honestly? I was tired of being alone with my racing mind. "Talk about what?" I asked. "About why I made the offer. Why I am willing to marry someone I barely know for political advantage." He looked out the window at the city lights. "You are wondering if I have ulterior motives beyond the ones I stated." "Do you?" "Of course." He said it simply. "I always have multiple motivations. That is how I survived building a territory without pack backing or co

“Talk to him? Why?” I asked. “Because an accident needs to look like an accident. Falling from a plane, if the person don't fly, looks suspicious. We need to know his likes and dislikes.” “Like a fucking dating service?” Vincent’s eyes narrowed, reminding me of my wife’s. “Like a job. You’re a negotiator, go talk.” That fucking word—negotiator. It was Carmine all over again. “Find out what he likes," Vincent said, "what will help us. What will work. I’ll be here, waiting.”

He spoke again and slid his hands both on the pocket of his jacket. “Oh, I think I might have misread you. But to answer your question, I am not. You knew better, Herald. I don’t fuck with youngsters.” Emilio’s response left a clench on Herald’s jaw–especially when he heard the last thing he said that almost got him grabbing out his gun. Courtesy to the little patience that remained in him, Herald managed to hold back–although absolutely hanging by the thread. “Then, you must have an ulterior motive. While you placed a bait for an innocent lad to take, you’re waiting for the chance to take advantage of it for a payment in the future.” Herald answered–not a que