Novel & Cerita Extreme Ownership Audiobook Free

"For not letting go." He looks at me for a long moment. Then he says, "I do not intend to." Something in my chest cracks open. Not breaks. Opens. Like a window that has been painted shut for years. When we get home, I go to my room and lie in the dark and replay the night. Derek's face. Alexander's hand. The way I did not break. Maybe this is what the contract always was. Not ownership. Protection. I fall asleep thinking about Alexander's voice in the car. I do not intend to. It sounds like a promise.

It would have to wait, because if he examined it too closely right now, everything he had built would come apart. Through the wall, muffled by stone and plaster and the architecture of a building designed to keep secrets, he heard Emeric's voice again, low and alone, speaking on the phone to someone whose name Tobin could not catch. The words were indistinct, but the tone was different from the one he had used with Nikolai. There was no authority in it, no blade, no careful control. It sounded, if Tobin was not mistaken, like exhaustion. And underneath the exhaustion, barely audible through the ductwork and the distance and the layers of performance that both of them wore like armour, Tobin

I stared at him, my heartbeat pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else. Ownership. The word echoed in my mind, sharp and poisonous. “I’m not property,” I said, forcing each word out carefully, as if speaking too quickly might shatter what little control I still had. Dominic Voss regarded me with mild interest, as if I had just made an observation worth considering but not agreeing with. “In theory,” he said. “No one is.” He reached into his jacket and removed his phone, checking the screen briefly before slipping it back into his pocket. The movement was casual, unhurried an infuriating contrast to the panic burning through my veins.

Jean ran her fingers over the plush leather seats. “Nah. This car is insane.” “Alexa, play All About That Bass by Meghan Trainor,” Zara said. The music buzzed through the air with loud bass. I’m all about that bass, ’bout that bass, no treble. I’m all about that bass, ’bout that bass, bass, bass… Jean sang along loudly, dragging out the last line. “Yeah, it’s pretty cleeeear—” Zara’s phone rang. “Hold on. He’s calling.”

The caller's voice had been audible through the door at intervals, and the caller's voice had the flat tone of someone who had stopped trying to negotiate two calls ago. So: no bank would touch it, which meant the original terms were ugly enough that a conventional lender wouldn't have written them. The debt had passed through an estate, which meant there was a death involved, probably recent, probably close, given the way Collins's voice had done what it had done on the word father. He'd kept his voice together through the whole call, right up until that word, and then it had done something involuntary and brief, and he'd controlled it again almost immediately.

When we settled in the car, the chauffeur closed the door and sat in the front passenger seat and the driver ignited the engine of the car and drove out of the mansion, heading to the national hospital where Marsha was rushed in. I examined the interior decors of the car and stole glances at Alpha Galan with millions of thoughts running through my mind. Then I was curious about the kind of job he does that fetched him so much money. "Don't stare too much, Theia or your eyes will fall out." Marcus teased, chuckling. I threw shades at him and rolled my eyes, lowering my gaze to my sweaty palm. "I can see your love for fancy cars, Be a good mate and Alpha Galan will gift you the most expensive

'''' '''Answer me please. ''''I told you I hated him and I wanted to take my revenge on my own...''' '''So, You are using me????''' '''In a way yes... you wanted to hurt him and to let him go and in a way I wanted the same. i wanted to hurt him too. I wanted to hit him on his weak point and you are just perfect for this...'''' ''''oh really?????''''' ''''and one more thing... I didn't have any proof..''''

“DON’T YOU EVER TALK, BACK AT ME!’’ his eyes are red. his grip on my neck tightens. my eyes widened and I began to wonder whether the Rebellion was worth it right now. he freezes for a few seconds. his fingers remain on my neck and his eyes look at me with so much emotion. wouldn't it be great if things had actually worked out? would it not be great if his life had not taken this term? if I wasn't a servant? ‘’ I have waited for a mate and you, you've been the Direct disappointment of that. you are an insult to my title and I will not have you disrespect my authority. This is my final warning Audrey. don't think of returning back to me. when I give you a command you follow it mindlessly. you

“I’ll give you access to your brother. That’s all. No classroom, no part-time academic redemption arc.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because I didn’t buy a schoolgirl,” he said, reaching her. “I bought a woman who knew how to look me in the eye and still part her legs.” His fingers brushed her jaw. “Now come upstairs, Riva. It’s time you learn what it really means to be owned.” His bedroom smelled like expensive sin. Dark wood. Warm leather. Whiskey and him. The lights were low. Soft music played—instrumental, haunting.