Novel & Cerita Extreme Ownership Audiobook

“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

I was speechless. “What happened to your other car?” I asked. “I can’t use an expensive, luxurious car with no provisions for a baby's seat to pick up a baby. Speeding is a tempting demon behind those wheels, so I bought this one two days ago.” Azrael placed the baby in the car, securing it, while I placed the bag at the back of the car. I joined him to ensure he strapped Nikolaus properly before we entered the car. The ride back home was peaceful with an audio book, ‘Picture perfect’, one of Azrael’s many recommendations played out. I wasn’t a fan of young adult books but three chapters into the audio, I could relate with the female lead.

“You want the empire? Fine. But you don’t get it clean.” He reached up slowly and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. The leather collar gleamed in the low light, silver tag catching the city glow. Moreau’s eyes narrowed, intrigued. Aiden’s fingers traced the leather. “This isn’t just a toy. It’s a promise. You want to own what we have? You’ll have to take it the same way he did brutally, completely, until there’s nothing left to give.” Moreau stepped closer. “Tempting offer.”

He took out his phone and shoved it at me. “I make money and you spend it recklessly. We are fucking broke and my head will roll in the desert if I don’t act fast,” he said with pain etched in his voice. My hands shook as I held the phone which displayed the Lamborghini I had just bought. The fucking internet. “Papa, what happened here?” I sniffed, my eyes drifting from the shattered vases to the blood stains on the floors and walls. “We were attacked by Don Vittorio Caruso, “ he replied, he paced to and fro the large living room with his hands digging into his silver hair as he thought of what to do next.

“You don’t moan for anyone else. You don’t belong to anyone else. You’re mine.” “Xavier, oh yes Daddy, yes!” I sobbed, rolling my hips down to take more, greedy for him. “More, please,” “You’ll take what I give you.” His fingers curled against my pussy walls just right, teasing that spot and dragging a scream from my throat. “Say it. Say who owns this sweet little body.” “You do! It’s yours, it’s only yours!” I cried as my orgasm tore through me, leaving me shaking and breathless.

“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.

"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

“You are clinically insane.” A soft amused sound echoed faintly through the speakers and I hated how aware I’d become of his reactions already. It wasn’t a full laugh. Adrian rarely sounded openly emotional. But there was always something beneath his voice now. Something subtle. Entertained maybe. Which somehow made him more dangerous. I rolled onto my back slowly again before glaring toward the ceiling. “You listened to my entire conversation?” “The house audio system monitors unusual emotional distress.” “That is the most manipulative rich-person sentence I’ve ever heard.”

“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?”