Novel & Cerita Extreme Ownership Audiobook

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.

, I felt relieved when that familiar voice rang out in the heat of the moment. William. " Going once? Going twice?", the host asked the audience. I looked at William with a grateful smile and I readied myself to step forward. I held the myself up and smiled genuinely. "Ms. Aycliffe is sold f---", but the words of the announcement was cut off by a deep booming voice. It sent the sweet familiar shiver on my body. I stopped my breath and widen my eyes on the realization of the identity of the owner of that voice. " 20 million dollars! ", the whole room seemed to stop in shock.

“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

4% OWNERSHIP OF VOSS INDUSTRIES. "We own it," Ethan whispered. "We own it," Liam repeated. He looked stunned. Ethan picked up his phone. He dialed the number for the Voss boardroom, where he knew Blackwood and the others were huddled in terror. "Put it on speaker," Aurora said. Ethan pressed the button. "This is Arthur Blackwood," a shaky voice answered. "Mr. Blackwood," Ethan said. His voice was deep, calm, the voice of a man who had just bought the world. "This is Ethan Vale-Cross."

They were hollow, meaningless. As he walked toward the door, he paused, his hand resting on the knob. He looked over his shoulder, his voice devoid of any warmth or compassion. “This is just the beginning, Aki. You’re going to wish you had died in that accident.” With that, Dylan left the room, the door slamming shut behind him. The sound echoed in the small space, reverberating off the walls like a final judgment. Aki was left alone, sobbing in the dark, knowing that the worst was yet to come.

“Oh, my God.” “Hey.” Spade looked at me. “You don’t have to hear it. What’s important is, it’s over now.” “No. I need to hear it.” Linden and Terzo continued with the most detailed story that terrified me even more. I didn’t even know people like them existed in real life. It took me several minutes to process everything they said. I stared at them in shock. “I feel like my life just turned into a dystopian survival thriller game.”

he muttered, voice low, hoarse, “and I’ll tear your goddamn heart out.” The intercom cracked. Zane’s laughter rolled through the room, smooth and poisonous. “Oh, brother, you’ll have your chance, but by then, there won’t be much left of her to save.” Jaxon strained against the restraints until the metal groaned. Pain sliced through his shoulder, but he didn’t stop. “You forget,” he rasped, “she’s the one thing you can’t own.” No answer. Only the soft whir of cameras adjusting their focus.

“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

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

She was being so fiesty and how on earth was this turning me on? “Do you know how dangerous that man is?” “I do not care! And you should not tell me how to live my life! I own it!” “No! I own your life! I own every part of your body. From your head to your toe, I own it! So if I ever catch a man snooping around my property, I will have these balls chopped off and I will make sure I serve them to him raw! I will have their heart ripped out and I will make sure that he fucking begs for death! I own you!” I gritted out flossing all control.