Who Needs Enemies When You Have Family Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Those who attacked the Pack are coming back again. We don't know when but they definitely are coming." Valerie's legs became weak; she almost lost her balance. With her father injured and the Pack in disarray, how are they supposed to win?

"The real reason you chose me out of everyone available to you." He looked at me for a long moment. "Because what our fathers did can't be undone quietly," he said. "It requires someone on the inside of the Coleman family. Someone with access to your father's inner circle. Someone who understands how financial fraud is constructed and dismantled." He paused. "And someone who has already proven they can build a case alone under pressure without breaking." "So I'm a tool." No "You're a partner." "Partners choose to work together." I sat back and crossed my arms. "I signed a contract with a gun to my head. That's not partnership. That's coercion."

He drew nearer . Tracy , at this point, could no longer stand him . She found herself taking backward steps. " You already know what I want," Greg smirked. " I want you. You are the price tag to save your group. " Tracy's breathing was becoming tense. No way. She would not falter before this bastard. She stood her ground and stared back into his eyes. " You won't get what you want. You will never have me. " Greg smiled, " You've got some nerves , you know. Things seem to have changed here. But if you are willing to stand against me, that means you will be standing without family. "

he begins to say. My hand comes down hard on the table as I lean in closer to the screen. “This is not a debate, everyone seated in this room knows how much I have done for this family and what I can do. My father didn’t just teach me everything, he showed me everything as well. How he kept each and every one of you on this table in check, every secret he has on you I know it all. I am taking over so the choice is yours now, you can either back me up and be a friend of mine or you can back away now and be labeled as my enemy and an enemy of this organization. I do not need to remind anyone of you what happens to enemies around here now do I?”

“Unless he changed. What’s your deal with him, anyway?” “He almost killed my men.” My jaw dropped. “Well, shit. So we have a common enemy, after all. An enemy of my enemy is my friend. Isn’t that what they say?” “Who killed your parents?” “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

"Why is he calling Aaron?" "What is with this title Brother?" "What is going on?" I pondered loudly as I saw one of my childhood enemies' numbers on his phone which I got to know because of the picture he added in his contact. I still remember when I was a child, no girl wanted to be friends with me, and when I played with boys and when they got defeated, they used to start blaming me, and in the end, I ended up beating the hell out of them. But why is this person here?

“What kind of information?” “Have you ever heard of the phrase, ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’?” I asked. “Who’s our enemy?” He asked, glancing over at me. “Vin.” I looked at him like he was stupid. “We both know I want Vin fucking dead yesterday. Since Rip died, you haven’t been getting paid. Knowing Vin and by the looks of things, you aren’t getting paid. I think we both would benefit if Vin was removed from the equation. My family is safe and you can continue to do whatever it is your heart desires.”

“Do you have any idea? Someone who has a motive other than your ex-wife?” I shook my head. “I don’t. Our family has always been a target of unscrupulous individuals and organizations. I am sure that my parents had earned enemies here and there over the years. Silent enemies are deadly because we don’t know when and where they will strike.” “What about your uncle? Could he be the suspect?” I shut the idea down immediately. “No. Not Uncle Matt.” After my talk with Brent, I went to look for Uncle Matt. I wished him a happy birthday and was about to leave when he called out my name.

--- She had been just fourteen then, wide eyed and sheltered in her family's Upper East Side penthouse. The Kanes had come for dinner under the pretense of alliance, Victor Kane with his wicked smirk and veiled threats, Adrian at his side, already carrying himself like the heir apparent he was. Celine had watched from the staircase as her father argued in hushed tones, papers scattered across the mahogany table they sat at. Accusations flew, embezzlement, betrayal, threats wrapped in sweet voices. Victor had laughed, a sound like breaking glass, and by morning, the Wolfe empire was crumbling. Investigators swarmed. Assets froze.