When Two Moguls Meet, Who Rules? Novels & Stories

These individuals exuded an air of superiority. The truth was, their wealth hadn't been earned by skill; it was either inherited or gained by chance. Yet, they paraded their fortunes and mocked others. Ten million might seem trivial to the wealthy, but for countless ordinary families, even a lifetime of frugal effort wouldn't be enough to reach that figure. Jacob and Magnus exchanged a knowing look behind their sunglasses, immediately sensing the same thought in each other's mind. “Ten million is nothing! Let's raise the stakes. Each of us wagers a hundred million. We'll put it on the female racer to win, while you back the male racer," Jacob declared.

They were there to keep the peace and rule the wolves until it was time for war. “Why is that?” I asked. Alicent shrugged “from what I heard, there's been disagreements” “Disagreements? Over what?” “Rules, their egos aren't letting them listen to one another, if one makes a suggestion and the other Alpha doesn't buy it, they end up challenging each other to duels” “What?” my eyes grew wide “impossible” “No it isn't, it's happening”. That was impossible. Why would they be fighting over such minimal things?

"It's a secret realm. This blessed spot is different from before. It doesn't have an owner. According to the rules of the cultivation world, whoever finds it first will own it. However, several people discovered it at the same time, causing a disagreement. The conflict has snowballed into a fight between martial lord powerhouses. "You're aware that spiritual energy is depleting and martial lords are now the strongest presence in this world. For the sake of Bactria's peace and stability, Bactria has stepped in to appease everyone. "However, due to the pressure from different sects and several influential families in Capital City, Bactria won't be able to own the secret realm. That's why a rul

" Working his long legs and towering height to his advantage, Erik shoved the three moguls out of the way like they were chicks. The highest commanding officer of the special forces eyed me hungrily, as if he were a starving wolf and I, his prey. "I spent half a month braving bullets at the border with only Laura's picture to keep me company. She's mine tonight. If anyone tries to take her away from me, I'll put a gun to his head!" I watched these four powerful men, whose combined net worth let them own half the world, nearly brawl in front of the Sonnenfeld residence, all because they each wanted to give me a ride home. I rubbed my throbbing temples. I'd gone through this scenario countless

Or as Mario liked to call it, "a dick-measuring contest with champagne." "Let's go," I said, sliding into the waiting car. "And Mario?" "Yeah, boss?" "No guns at the summit." His grin was wolfish. "Wouldn't dream of it." *********************** The Peninsula's Grand Ballroom glittered with wealth and power. Billionaires crowded in small groups, their conversations determining the fate of markets, companies, even countries. I recognized most of them—enemies, allies, and those waiting to see which way the wind blew before declaring themselves.

She rolls her eyes and drags me to the food counter. ​“What are you girls eating today?” Mrs. Maggi asks us cheerfully. ​Chloe buys our food quickly, and we sit down at our favorite table. ​“Come on, Diana, tell me everything!” Chloe whispers, leaning over the table. “Was he gentle or was he rough?” ​My face burns hot instantly. I remember the dimly lit room, his strong hands, and his deep voice. ​Chloe notices my silence and opens her mouth in shock. “Oh my goodness... you actually did it? You didn't run away?”

“We’re in the twenty-first century now! Why does it seem as though the wealthy and powerful families are more feudal compared to those people in the past?” “This is not feudalism,” Jasmine replied in a serious manner. “This is the survival rule for upper class families.” “The law of survival?” Charlie asked. “What do you mean by that?” At this time, Jasmine quickly explained, “We need to have joint partnerships and collaborations, and we also exchange resources with other prestigious families. Therefore, there is only one rule in the Moore family, that is, all direct members of the Moore family have to obey the marriage arrangements that the elders in the Moore family decides on. There’s no

With him around, she would definitely be spending time with the Blau brothers in the future. Since they would be dealing with one another for quite a bit, she needed to set out the ground rules and there were principles that she would never compromise on. Otherwise, anyone would just walk over her head nilly-willy in the future. "Did I say anything wrong?" Mobius asked. "You think you've said nothing wrong?" Abigail questioned him back. "You dare to deny you don't love money?" Mobius spat in retort. "It's only natural that a person likes money," Abigail reasoned.

Just another possession they had to protect, and it was a lesson I would never forget. The meeting with Declan Beaumont had been planned long before, in Maddox's office. Both men, powerful and dangerous, had met to discuss a truce. Maddox, who controlled Las Vegas and its vast territories, had tried to negotiate with Declan, who controlled a network of casinos in New York. Both knew that if the truce didn’t work, war would break out, and they would lose much more than just money. What started as a possible alliance soon became a test of will, where control over money and power was everything. The truce was fragile, and at any moment, it could fall apart, just like everything else. And that l

It was all riding on me now. “The Alpha Duel has two rules: One, the winner, or in his absence, his second-in-command, gets to enforce his terms, and the defeated must give his Alpha Word, or in his absence, his second-in-command must give his Beta word, to accept those terms; and two, the defeated is the Alpha who perishes first or surrenders.” Myron kept a calm demeanor all throughout, his arms to his sides with a thoughtful expression on his face. His eyes were set on me, shifting from time to time to the background.