Extreme Ownership Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

“What do you mean? Why would I be the owner? Where is he? Call him right now, I need to talk to him.” Andrew closed his eyes, exhaling shakily, his weight pressing down like a physical force. “He has been missing since the day of your surgery. He transferred everything to you before he disappeared. And…” His voice broke, failing to deliver the rest. “We found his car in the ocean.” To be continued

* * * The silence in the car is insanely loud. Cole drives. He does not speak. Does not look back. The city is more and more behind us as we drive and my hand is folded in my lap. I breathe slowly as I just sit and wait. I have learned in the weeks I have spent in Marcus's world that silence is not empty. It is full of everything people are deciding whether to say. "The inside man got away," Marcus says finally. Flat. Controlled. "When you moved he had a window and he took it."

A dark tether of obsession that she couldn’t seem to cut, no matter how hard she tried. “I’m not a possession,” Elena whispered. “You don’t own me.” Killian moved closer, black eyes smoldering into hers. "No, I don't own you," he said, moving another step. "But I'm the only one who gets to see all of you. Even the parts you try to hide.".

Jaxon’s voice dropped to a growl, “I need her erased. Financially. Every asset gone by dawn. I want her untouchable by law, untouchable by men. Every account, shell company, trust, gone.” There was a pause. Then: “Already moving. Offshore accounts flagged. Properties frozen. Audits triggered. Her men are exposed. It will bleed her empire dry within hours.” “Good, and make it clean. I don’t want collateral noise. This is about her alone.” “Yes, Don Morreau. She won’t see it coming.” Jaxon ended the call and immediately switched to another secure line, fingers moving faster than thought. Lucian the Whisper answered, his tone low and dangerous.

“My God! This is a limited-edition Audi! The car’s at least seven hundred and thirty thousand dollars! “You’re underestimating the price of the car! “Audis of this level is only bought by first-in-commands! It’d cost millions of dollars! “The money isn’t all! The car is the symbol of people’s extraordinary status! “Ordinary people wouldn’t be able to get such a license plate too! “It’d cost at least hundreds of thousands of dollars at the auction! “Whose car is this?! “Maybe it belongs to a young master!” Imani, Kenzie, and Dayna looked around, hoping to see the wealthy owner. Harlem Lee owned a Bentley, but even he was completely bested by the Audi. He felt annoyed when he saw the women com

“Wait…” I paused with a scoff. “How much more could he owe than what he owes you? Where did all this money go and why did he have to borrow so much” i rushed out getting up and pacing around the living room “How did he go from having so much money and his business going very well to burrow billions?. What the hell is even going on” “Even in his grave he won’t let me have peace, as long as i’m associated to him he’ll keep tormenting me” I yelled out in frustration

Determined to confront the truth head-on, he drives with reckless abandon, his mind set on revealing their tangled web of emotions to the world, consequences be damned. “Kalix, please!” Audrey's pleas fall on deaf ears as she tries to reason with Kalix, her voice lost amidst the roar of the engine and the rush of wind outside. She watches in growing horror as Kalix's demeanor transforms before her eyes, his usual calm and collected facade giving way to a wave of dark and volatile anger.

A message from an unknown number appeared on the screen: "The audit isn't over, Author. We're still counting the royalties. — The Director." The man’s hazel eyes widened. He looked at his own hand. It was starting to turn into Sovereign-Iron.

"That's the compliance trigger, Mathew. It’s an auditory anchor mapped directly into your subconscious. The moment that frequency hit your ears three years ago, your prefrontal cortex went dark. You weren't driving that car. You were a passenger in your own body." "It doesn't change the reality of the crash, Louis," Ciara’s voice cut through the cabin like a sheet of ice. She turned around slowly, her eyes fixed on the spilled whiskey on the table. She didn't look angry; she looked completely hollowed out, her skin plain under the cabin lights. She stood up, her high heels silent against the carpet as she walked toward the table, stopping just inches from my chair. "You still stepped out of