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Her expression darkened, and she was about to rush over when I stopped her with a look. I bent down and picked up the dusty coin from the ground. Holding it between my fingers, I met the woman's provocative stare. "You're right. I've never seen anything like this. Especially a car owner who can only spare 10 cents for a car wash. I've truly… learned something new today."

Jesus, am I dreaming or shit? What the hell is going on? I have a f******* driver! I nodded my head at him and walked towards the car, he pulled the door open for me and I got in. Shit, the car is cool. The inside is perfect. It looks like a private jet. In front of me was a laptop. I never knew that I'll be able to enter a car like this. The last time I checked about this car I heard it was $20 million. A f****king millions.

Andrei pulled him in with one swift motion, his strong arms around Zane in declaration of ownership, of possession. When they pulled apart, both were breathless. Andrei spoke first. "You're mine... and only death can change that." He said looking Zane dead in the eye, daring him. Zane smirked, voice raw. "Death it is." From the shadows, Katherina watched. Face unreadable. Hand tightening on her wineglass until the stem cracked. And across the room, Dimitri smiled. Like a man who had just confirmed his plan was working.

Autumn jerked awake to a very loud, annoying sound coming from the bedside stand. “Right, I forgot to customize it,” he suddenly realized, looking at his old phone that had gone dead in his hands. “Vegas?” he muttered, seeing that it was past midnight. He finally swiped to answer, holding it close to his ear. “Hey Autumn, it's Remmy. Could you please get him? I couldn't reach his secretary. I'll send you the location,” he shouted above the loud music booming through the speakers.

Something older. Recognition. "Show me," Jack said. The Auditor opened its briefcase. The document inside was not paper or crystal or compressed starlight. It was sound. A visible, tangible, three-dimensional sound wave frozen in mid-propagation, its waveform inscribed with mathematical notation so dense that looking at it made Jack's vision blur. "It is a transaction request," the Auditor said slowly. "Filed by an entity designating itself as Account Zero-Zero-Zero-Dash-Zero-Zero-Zero-Dash-One."

“What do you mean that I own it?” Alex straightened his posture and met my gaze with a calm steady stare. “You heard me. Everything Liam has been showing off belongs to you. Everything: the cars, the estate.” For an extended period I simply gazed at him my mind racing unable to comprehend the gravity of what he had just said. I own it but how? How could I possibly own everything that Liam had been flaunting? It was nonsensical. It was illogical. Alex's eyes however never left mine as though he were speaking the truth to me without a shadow of doubt. My throat was dry as I swallowed forcefully. “But…how do I actually own it? How is that possible?”

"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!

Rafe asked with an edge in his voice. Enzo quickly raised his phone that was forever stuck in his hand and browsed through it. “Absolute Nevetta 58,” he rapped out. Rafe nodded. He owned a good part of the Absolute series, the 58 too, but the 73 was his favorite. “It will do.”

I heave, my breath hitched in my throat as I watch him slowly unbuckling his belt. “What does it look like I'm doing?” He tosses his belt away and unzips his pants. “I'm taking what's mine.” I gasp loudly when my eyes meet his huge shaft and I clench the sheets, my body flushing warm. “But... you can't.” “I can and I will,” he counters, hovering above me and tracing patterns up my inner thigh until his fingers graze my slit. He lowers his face to mine, his breath hot against my skin. “You became mine the moment you signed the contract. I own you and every inch of your body. And I'll claim it all, starting now. Now be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”

Chapter 12 KYOMI POV I should’ve known that the idea of escaping was as far-fetched as me buying the world’s most expensive private yacht and living off a private island with a thousand maids at my beck and call. I realized just how badly I had overestimated my non-existent escape plan when I got into the back of a fancy black Maybach, only to be canoodled beside Master who was taking up all the space and making me feel so tiny all in one go. Terrell, the bulky guy from that other night occupied the driver’s seat, while the descendent of Goliath the giant took up the passenger side.