Extreme Ownership Chapters Novels & Stories

“Rosie doesn’t take his calls. Hasn’t in two years. That’s not my story.” “Then what is?” “Directive 9.1. Family code. Life debt. You save a Blackwood, the Blackwood pays. In full. No negotiation. No refusal.” “I didn’t save him for money.” “Doesn’t matter why, or what. Now you’re in the ledger.” “What ledger?” “His.” Justin stepped closer. “Listen to me, Angel. You take the money, you’re his. You don’t take it, you’re still his. Because he doesn’t lose people after he decides they’re his.”

I sat on my desk, and her gaze dropped to the folder in my hand. “Dude, this is the part where you should explain to me what’s going on. You may save me, and you’re my boss, but I have rights.” “Yes. You have rights. The moment I paid three million dollars to the kidnapper, you became my property. I owned you.”

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.

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Before he could finish, Rose raised her hand slightly. Emma immediately stepped forward, placing a document on the table. “Kindly review the ownership records,” She said calmly. Maxy quickly picked it up, scanning through it. His expression changed instantly from shock into realization. He passed it to the chairman and the others. One by one, their expressions shifted. Silence fell over the room. Because the truth was right in front of them. In the documents Nancy had prepared beforehand for Rose was proof that she owned the largest shares. That means she wasn’t a guest or a mistake. She was actually their superior.

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CHAPTER 79 I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU PS: BEFORE READING THE CHAPTER, KINDLY REREAD CHAPTER 70 A RAT IN THE DEN, AFTER CHAPTER 69 SAVING DAMIEN, RISKY OPERATION, THERE ARE THINGS THAT I CHANGED AND JUST SIMPLY WAITING FOR THE EDITOR TO ACCEPT THE EADITS OF THE REPEATED CHAPTERS WITH THE ORIGINAL CHAPTER.

Chapter 10: Marcus woke me up the next morning with his cock already sliding slow and deep inside me. I moaned and pushed back against him, still half asleep, my body sore and full from everything we had done. He kissed the back of my neck and whispered, “Tonight is the last night of the pact, baby. Owned by one. Shared by choice. I am going to let them take you one more time… but only because I choose to share what is mine. Then I will fuck you alone and remind you who you belong to forever.”

The scent of him—expensive sandalwood soap, fresh rain, and pure, uncomplicated safety—filled my senses, completely erasing the last lingering ghosts of the city. "Marcus called while you were outside," Vane murmured, leaning down so his lips were brushing against the shell of my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "The liquidation of the Hale Council’s secondary assets is officially complete. The legal titles for their Manhattan real estate were transferred to my holding company at the closing bell. There is no more syndicate, Elias. There is no more crown. You are entirely free."

A representative connected to— The page ended. Missing. Gone. Torn out. Ivy stared at the gap in disbelief. Someone had physically removed the next page. Recently. Very recently. Because the edges were still clean. Someone didn't want that information found. Someone with access. Someone powerful. Her hands trembled slightly. For the first time, this no longer felt like paranoia. It felt deliberate. Planned. Controlled. Like someone had spent months shaping what she was allowed to see. And what she wasn't.