When Two Moguls Meet, Who Rules? Novels & Stories

His chin lifts almost imperceptibly as he faces Elena. "A new member?" "Yes," Valentina replies. "Who is your sponsor?" Again, that damning question. Trying her best to sound confident, Elena starts going through all the names of the most influential billionaires of the past few months; who topped the list of the richest and most popular. "Stuart Álvarez," she says, softly and avoiding eye contact. Her hands were cold from sweat. "Álvarez?" the black-haired man asks. "Unbelievable." "Must be the third one this month," the brown-haired one comments.

Gregg said firmly to his subordinates. "Yes sir! I'll go back to Country Z maybe she hasn't traveled to another place yet. Especially to the Mover City. For a teenager like her, much ideal to seek help from friends or teachers... I'll start from that circle first since in my investigations she doesn't have many friends since she was a bully victim. She's a castaway from then on..." Hanz stop from what he was about to say. "What? Because his father is a member of the most wanted organization in the country L and related to Margola?" Gregg was a bit annoyed with what he was about to say. Margola is the leader and the no. 1 most wanted drug dealer in Country L.

PAST The tension was palpable as four mafia bosses sat facing each other in the hall, seething and trading accusations, their hands poised to grab their guns if necessary. A fragile peace had held sway for seven years, sustained by lucrative business deals and treaties. It was a peace born of a shared desire to spare their children the fear of losing loved ones, a desire spearheaded by Leonardo Moretti, the founder of this uneasy alliance. However, with Moretti's death, the group's cohesion was on the brink of collapse.

She slid into the seat, leaning back with a quiet, lethal confidence, resting her arm on the obsidian surface. "From this night forward," Alessia announced, her voice ringing clear and absolute through the pavilion, "the old rules are dead. The Moretti Syndicate answers to a dual authority. Valerie Cruz is not my enforcer. She is not my shield. She is my equal partner. Her word is my command, and her blade is my final judgment. If anyone at this table has an objection to the new global order, you may raise your hand now." Silence blanketed the room, heavy and absolute. Not a single hand moved. Hardened, brutal killers who had ruled neighborhoods for decades kept their eyes fixed firmly on th

I said, "Both you and the Logan family are afraid that the Federation will find out about this fight. Each family will defend its position, and at the same time find a way to find evidence that benefits them. And when you're all at odds, guess what the members of the Federation decide?" Ron began to calm down. He listened to what I was saying. Good, the prey is coming close! "Their final decision was to disqualify the Moors and the Logan from bidding! Don't forget, other families are also preying on this gas company! There is not only a wolf lurking around you, but a pack of wolves!" I said earnestly, "The best thing to do now is to settle this in private and wait for the merger case to be o

It was nearly impossible to not feel intimidated. You would think that nobody would listen to him because they were just upset that he was here but everyone actually seemed to agree. "I'm sorry Klaus but until Mazaya transfers over power to you she will remain ruler. The law states that the most powerful God or Goddess is to rule over the table." The Goddess of magical restriction stated not sounding that sorry. "Actually it's also against the law for spouses whether married or not to be on the table together because they will always vote together." Alexan stated.

I hugged and puffed. "So gentlemen, now that both of you stand before me indicates that you have accepted the consequences of a challenge... you are both equal in combat until a winner of the challenge emerges," Elder Leon began," There is no Alpha starting now and the rules are simple in this dual… kill your opponent or if they surrender then you can be crowned Alpha. Are you both ready?" He questioned both of us and we nodded. "Good… ladies and gentlemen, the show you came for this early morning is about to begin," Elder said to the packmates, they all cheered.

He said, "I know exactly what I'm doing, so don't you dare underestimate me." This declaration made Theo's face darken, his expression obscure, filled with deep thoughts. Charlotte looked at Chris somewhat helplessly. She didn't understand what was happening. Was this a big gamble by Kingsley? Chris composed himself, looked towards Kingsley and Theo's confrontation, and softly explained, "The Livingston family has rules. Members can challenge each other when there are disputes or unavoidable conflicts. They fight one-on-one in a life-and-death duel. The winner takes everything the loser has—status, power, position, all of it.

I expected better from a so-called Alpha. "As we all know, this is the fight for the position of the Alpha of this Rogue Pack," the elder explained with a very calm voice that I admired. "The fight can only be stopped on two conditions; one competitor kills the other or a downed competitor yields. The other rule of the fight is for the Alpha to decide."

He was monitoring from secure location nearby. I ignored him, focused entirely on Magnus. "And if you lose?" I asked him. Magnus laughed, harsh and dismissive. "I won't lose to retired female." "Humor me. If I somehow win, you disband Heritage Coalition. Stop challenging progressive packs. Let wolves choose their own governance without interference." "Fine. When I win, which I will, you'll destroy your life's work. Seems fair." We set terms. Ritual combat in three days. Neutral witnesses from both traditional and progressive packs. Winner's terms enforceable by continental pack law.