When Two Moguls Meet, Who Rules? Novels & Stories

'That means Maverick lied about having a wife and child. 'Maybe, or maybe he took his brother's wife and child as his own.' The last part made me grimace. If they had the same rules as Prerana regarding the loser's possession becoming the victor's, it would make sense. He also needed to solidify his position, but that didn't mean I liked it. "I think we need to end the discussion for now," said the Grand Duchess, interrupting my thoughts. "I suggest we don't reconvene until Jason's pregnant wife is brought here." This part was directed at Jason, who quickly ran off.

Aldrich’s eyes widened in anger as heavy breath’s left his nose, his mouth tightly clenched shut. “You need to leave your majesty, and you need to stay away, you and Mallon. As long as he doesn’t have you and your kingdom in his grasp, he can’t get his hands on anything else. He knows without you, the rest of the kings won’t pass a treaty with him”

Enjoy the pillow princess buddy, I got a real tiger. Waterman takes a step back from both of us. Yeah, get good and jealous buddy, make you more stupid. “The rules are simple. The first one to tap out, or get knocked out, loses. The stakes are simple. The winner decides the terms of the peace between your packs,” Douglas tells us. “You may fight only in human form for the first ten minutes. Any shifting before the timer, and you will be disqualified.” Herbert and I nod to each other. I feel a rush of calm and realize it’s Sabrina. I look over at her and she nods. If she believes in me, I can’t fail.

Almira added with a weak and helpless chuckle. Gab and I nodded. I understood what the couple was worried about. The people who have gained power under their commands will surely want to drag their leader down to his grave so they could take over his possessions like how the victors of the wars had done in the ancient times. That is like beheading the King of a land and taking everything he owns including their wives and concubines. The victors, whether by fair fight or betrayal, would take and sit on the throne and claim to own the Kingdom from that moment onwards!

will help me take care of it. Nicholas's air caught. "Mother, no please" "Yes” she screamed, her voice bouncing off the walls. You'll do as I say. Or forfeit everything. *** Nicholas sat rigid, his mouth clamped shut in a thin line. Words danced on his tongue but never on breath because he knew his mother. Knew her too well. Even if he begged, even if he fought, Mrs. Robinson would twist the world until it snapped under her weight. She was not a woman to yield, she was a tempest that consumed all in its wake.

But when they tried to stop them, they were surprised to find out that those forces had far exceeded their expectations. Not to mention, their families had neglected these matters for a long time. Hence, they were not as skillful as they were before, so they were at a major disadvantage. "What do you mean by that?" Woody asked. Tyga hurriedly explained, "Based on the rules in the underworld, if a gang wants to take over another gang's territory, they would have to go through gambling duels to decide who would own the territory in the end. "Simply put, an arena known as the Dragonhead Conference would be set up. It's where different gangs would send their top fighters to join, and victories w

she asked softly, studying his sharp profile. Maddox licked the front of his teeth and let out a long, heavy sigh. “Keaton didn't tell you?” “Maddox... I really hope all this endless rivalry isn't over something stupid.” “It’s not,” he said, his tone instantly shifting to cold steel. “It’s about raw power, market share, and board alliances. Our families own the two strongest conglomerates in the country. It’s always been an aggressive power struggle. Being at the top of the corporate ladder makes you extremely vulnerable. For years, the Sterling Group and the Waverly Enterprises have been trying to force a hostile takeover of each other.”

Kael smiled wider. “This is where we can make it simple,” he said, turning so his voice hit the onlookers and, through a hovering recording rune, whatever tribunal eyes were watching. “No blades. No armor. No claws sheathed. Alpha versus Alpha. No weapons. No mercy. Winner claims Nightmoor.” The last word caught like a hook in some throats. Claim. Not leads. Not protects. *Claims.* Daire felt the weight of it. If he lost, Kael would use his own terms as justification to treat Elowen and their child as pieces of territory.

Perhaps they should name the loser the Happy Meal. Maurice was busy scribbling all this down. “So the loser will have fought... four times, but the winners need only fight twice. And where do you come in? After the initial bout?” “Yes,” said Cheng. “Instead of three one on one battles, there will be two doubles and a triple. My presence makes things more complicated, but they are used to dealing with uneven numbers. There used to be many more Masters.” “And if you demand the right to compete fully?” I asked. “Do you think your father will allow it?”

“Alpha Robert, you’re thinking too highly of yourself. I just denied the war to take you down by my own claw.” The words cut deep into Alpha Robert’s ego, his eyes burning with uncontrollable rage. Then suddenly, one of Blackridge’s elders stepped forward under his alpha’s sign to announce the rules. “You both get ready for the duel. No weapons are allowed during the combat. The victor will determine the outcome between the two packs.” “Come here, you weak coward,” Alpha Robert hissed, clearly not wanting to wait any more. “Enough with your big words. Now let me make you bleed to your death.”