When Two Moguls Meet, Who Rules? Novelas e Histórias

If Kade reclaims his kingdom—if he takes down the men who murdered his family and reestablishes his house—then he doesn’t stand beneath Vex. He stands beside him. Two mafia kings. One equal claim. One united front. I feel the weight of it settle over us. “If two reigning houses declare marriage to the same woman,” Vex says slowly, “the council can’t call it imbalance. It becomes alliance.” “Mutual sovereignty,” Kade adds. My pulse races. “They’ll still push back,” I say. “Let them,” Vex answers. And when he looks at Kade now, it’s not jealousy.

"I heard your long arm was interfering. Didn't we have an agreement that in Vanguard territory, you are only my grandson's companion, not his personal executioner? Chloe needs to sharpen her own fangs, don't indulge her until her killing instincts are dulled." Alexander smiled crookedly, the smile of a devil who doesn't take orders. He leaned back in his chair while swirling a glass of red wine. "Oswald is an old fart," said Alpha King, no less arrogant. "As long as my Queen smiles, you can let a hundred Kaelen Frosts come. But if a fly dares to cause dirty dust to fly onto her dress... then my rules apply. After all, I cleaned the asphalt of your harbor in exchange for Kaelen's blood." The

“Me and Miles are betas…” “You will stay as one of Izzy’s mates,” he informs him. Carter visibly relaxes at the news. “Well, another nine or twenty or a hundred men doesn’t change a thing for me.” “These are multiple dominant werewolves,” Alpha Landon says. “What will happen if they all try to claim her all at once? As their own?” “It will be overwhelming, for sure,” Miles comments. “I’m guessing there will be some kind of competition during the annual event. Whoever wins will keep her,” Carter says. “Whoever loses will NOT have her, BUT is duty-bound to protect her with their lives.”

Mima's POV “The rules, the first person to leave the oyer incapable of moving on their own, wins. No shifting and no claws or teeth. It's going to be a pure fist match.” The moderator said as he looked between the both of us. I nodded at him, accepting the rules of the match. I looked at my people once more giving them a small smile before looking back at Stephanie and her condensing smile. The moderator left the circle and a whistle was blown.

Successful men always had a certain charm, the ability to conceal their deepest thoughts and reveal the most elegant smile. Like Quincy. Like Marcus. From the beginning, these two major projects were battled over by Noblefull Group and Gootal Group. Both sides spared no expense, sabotaged each other, manipulated stock market transactions, and disrupted the equilibrium prices of the entire market, creating chaos. In the end, they both profited from it. Even Jessica could feel the intensity and strong rivalry behind it all. In the end, it all dispersed calmly in the smiles of the two men. That was what they called being a true powerhouse!

"Dragons using their wealth to transcend oversight." "We need to block the merger," High Priestess Moira adds. "Set a precedent that economic power has limits within integration." But blocking the merger is complex. Parts of it fall under human jurisdiction. Other parts are technically supernatural. Untangling which authority applies where could take years of legal battles. Dragons planned it that way. Elena realizes she's outmaneuvered. Aria has been polite, cooperative, and playing by the rules. All while positioning dragons to dominate through economic leverage.

" The people from different groups and backgrounds broke out in a cold sweat. They slowly took a few steps back, not wanting to be dragged into the battle. "Mr. Vance and Mr. Gray…" As the atmosphere was getting more and more tense, Logan stepped forward. He glanced at Flint, then turned his gaze toward Ashton. He said, "Since it has come to this, a battle to the death may end with you two losing your lives, which means no one wins. Since you two are roughly equally matched, why don't we decide who gets to be the new ruler of the criminal underworld in Javonbury by using the most ancient method we have here?"

"You want to be the Alpha?" He grinned, his teeth sharp in the dim light. "Not just an Alpha. The Supreme Alpha. And for that, dear cousin," he glared at Richard, "you need to be out of the picture." The tension was electric. The stakes were higher than I could've ever imagined, and I found myself at the heart of a battle centuries in the making. Suddenly, Morana stepped between the two, her eyes burning with intensity. "Enough! Central Park is neutral ground. No blood will be spilled here tonight."

"That's why mom was tensed because either Mat or I will have to take that position." "So, what's the big deal?" "We both don't have royal blood in our veins. Of all the children, once Ben was royal. So, either the royal blood rule the world or a friendly competition is arranged where all the werewolves can participate from all over the world. And then the strongest among all rule the world." "Okay, so you guys won't get any privilege in that competition? "We will. We won't have to pass all the tests except the final battle where one has to fight with his or her competitor in both human and werewolves form."

At last, the head wiseman stepped forward with a heavy breath. "This matter cannot be settled by words. It is clear both sides claim the hybrid. It is also clear that the world is already shaking because of her and we need to divert the people and end this madness." He looked from Haspan to Baron. "So the ancient rule will judge. A war-trial of claim. Baron of RuthValis. Haspan of the Cosmoses House Of Palava. Whoever wins... gains right over the hybrid, Elowyn Froste Of Somberwoke."