Novel & Cerita In Cold Blood Audiobook Free

Devon POV The steering wheel felt cold beneath my palms, but it was the blood—Nadia’s dark, drying blood coating my forearm that felt like lead. Every time I shifted gears, the blood scent filled the cabin, a sickening reminder of the beast I had become to end the nightmare.

Ludo asked scared. “Don’t worry darling,” Erica rubbed her eyes. “I don’t like the light in this room,” she complained. Evan looked at her and reached for the manuscript in the drawer of a table. He walked to Ludo. Ludo recognized the manuscript. “The Family that kills together, stays together,” Evan read the title. “Is that my manuscript?” Ludo asked. “Ludo Sakala?” “That’s me!” “Then it’s yours.” “Where did you get it?”

Heavy. The cover was darkened with age, the corners worn from years of handling.My eyes locked onto it.The ledger.The same thing they'd been talking about.The same thing someone had killed for.My pulse quickened.I reached toward it.Maybe this was the answer.Maybe everything I had been searching for was sitting right in front of me.My fingers touched the metal cover.Then I heard footsteps.I jerked my hand back.The ledger shifted."No."It slipped from the shelf.The sound it made when it hit the floor seemed impossibly loud.Clang.The noise exploded through the warehouse.It bounced from wall to wall.Echoed beneath the high ceiling.Then silence.Complete silence.My blood turned cold.

Something human. It began with a small detail she noticed during a file review. A personal note, almost hidden in the margins of a strategic report, referencing a foundation Kane supported quietly, one that focused on education for underprivileged children. Elena frowned slightly, intrigued. Kane’s public persona was one of ruthless efficiency, yet here was evidence of empathy—or at least, a private moral compass. The discovery sparked a curiosity she couldn’t ignore.

Chapter Thirty-Six: Blood in the Water POV: Elias It started as a whisper in the digital undercurrent, a malignant ripple distorting the calm surface of his control. Then came the flood. An anonymous leak, meticulously timed, hit the financial news wires just before the markets opened. Attached was a confidential board memo – doctored, twisted, dripping with insinuation – and worse, a private recording. A conversation Elias had never consented to, captured in some unseen moment of vulnerability, now stripped of context and weaponized. By noon, his name wasn't just splashed across headlines; it was being torn apart by piranhas in a feeding frenzy. The language was visceral, predatory: *Unfit.

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

I froze. The room dimmed. Then lit up in red. A calm, synthetic voice echoed from hidden speakers: "Welcome to the Heart of Truth. All secrets must be revealed." “What the hell is this now?” Caroline whispered, eyes darting around. The walls flickered. Then… faces appeared. Videos. Images. Sound. All of us. Caroline, crying in the dark when she thought Kane was dead. Kane, whispering her name in his sleep. Kelly, standing over a grave in Russia, clutching a gun.

Ashabi said in tears and jumping up and down. “Dying ke?” she asked her and the young girl nodded. “She is bleeding.” She explained and the woman looked at her with surprise. “Bleeding…? Where is she?” She said to her and ran toward the house. With Ashabi following closely, Shade was lying on the floor lifeless and there were so much blood on the floor. “Why is there so much blood?” she asked. “I don’t know ma.” She replied. “Oya… hospital. Go and call Boda Segun, we will use his bike.” The woman said to Ashabi and she ran out again.

The 2:00 AM silence in the apartment was a living thing—thick, suffocating, and punctuated only by the rhythmic drip of a leaky faucet in the kitchenette. Kade sat on the edge of her mattress, her phone’s screen casting a harsh, artificial glow over her gaunt features. The blue light caught the sharp lines of her collarbones and the hollows of her cheeks, mapping out a decade and a half of survival. She was deep into the documents she planned to use against FS Phoenix, cross-referencing companies and offshore chains that linked FS Phoenix to the blood money of their shared past. She was so close. The plan was a masterpiece of cold, calculated revenge.

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