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she teased “Oh you wouldn’t dare” she said “But you say you’re not going back, I suppose” “Don’t try to manipulate me Isla, I stand my decision” she said now giving her a boned faced “Alright! mama” she gave up She opened the grabbed water from it, drinking it like a farmer dried up from the sun after a long day at the farm. - - - - At his office he held another shareholders meeting. This time it was intense, his inactivity and blatant response to the case at hand was simply not acceptable. As usual Cynthia Rourke, the biggest investor, the money woman was furious.

“I don’t stop for anything that touches what I own. Learn that now, or I’ll teach everyone else too. Only one person in Wolfe Corporation could lock every screen, hijack every speaker, and call her “ what i own” like it was law. Damien

“Seriously, what the hell is that sound? And what's game over?” “Victory,” I said simply, dark amusement glinting in my eyes. “That’s what it sounds like when the tables turn.” Elena stood up straighter. “What is it?” “We have to hand you over,” I said, eyes locked on her. “Back to your rightful owner.” “No one owns me!” she snapped, her voice sharp and defiant. I didn’t argue. I just smiled because it was funny how she still believed that mattered. “She’s going nowhere!” Raven and Freya barked in unison, like it was rehearsed.

"I bet he's just another dick head waiting to have a taste of your pussy and money,if he hasn't already! No good!" She'd yelled in disgust with her thick Aussie accent. And just as you've already guessed, she was always right about them. Signalling to my chauffeur that I was ready to leave, I closed the car door. The car pulled to a stop in front of the grand mansion my mother had left me alongside other valuable assets. I'm home. The loneliness of an almost empty house greeted me. After her death, I'd relieved a good number of her staff from duty— I am not cruel!

Knight, his eyes dark with anger and betrayal as he left Aki behind, locking her in this prison of her own making. How could she face him now? How could she ever look him in the eye again? He was the CEO of F. Newspapers and Magazines, a man who commanded respect, who had built an empire at such a young age. And she… she was nothing. Just a boutique owner who had made the worst mistake of her life.

“The girl who crossed your border tonight. She's a runaway. She’s ours." "She was yours," the leader corrected, "Now, she’s a trespasser. And according to the Warlord’s law, trespassers are property of the pack until released. Just like you're about to be." He signaled with a sharp jerk of his chin and five other guards stepped out. "Disarm them. If they resist, break their legs. The Alpha will want to see the look on Damien Ashwood’s face when we send his sons back in crates." ~~FREYA~~

“I own more than your body. I own more than your soul. Every breath you take in this house belongs to me. Every thought that drifts through your mind when you’re alone at night… every beat of your heart when you remember who you come home to… all of it is mine. You are mine in ways no one else will ever touch. Not your past. Not your fears. Not the men who think they can put their hands on what’s already claimed.” A deep shiver ran down my spine, spreading through my entire body like warm lightning. The declaration wasn’t dirty or crude like the things he’d growled while he was inside me. It was something far more profound, but absolute, inescapable ownership that wrapped around my chest and