Money Devils 2 Audiobook Novels & Stories

“I’m going to bury myself inside of you until you collapse from exhaustion!” Inner Devil: ‘Ahhh! I want! I want!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘What? I guess it’s time to schedule my funeral. I’m dying a happy woman! Someone tell my parents, I lived a fruitful life!’

I moaned and covered both hands on my face as Freda continued laughing at me. “Listen to this, ‘Malia Hill, known as the billionaire bachelor’s secretary, now becomes the newest name on Troy Sanford’s increasing list of flings. When everybody thought she had the perfect immunity to the infamous billionaire playboy’s charms, the latter proved he could get whomever he wanted.’

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“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

Ashley's body trembled slightly, immediately, she clenched her teeth, her mind was extremely dizzy, in her ears she heard the voice of the friend she used to play with. Meadow was also extremely surprised... Murder? She knew Ashley had been to prison, but murder? No, no no, this idiot is so stupid, how could he kill someone? “I heard you’re short on money,” Duane took out his wallet, a stack of bills, about 100 million, Duane took out money from his wallet, threw it on the table: “These coins are mine, consider them as a reward, wait a moment and see you kneel and slap yourself in the face.”

" What!! That wasn't part of the deal." I reached for his lapels through the bars." How the fuck am I supposed to get out of here if you don't open it, huh?" He flinched. I shouldn't have yelled but right now I just don't give a fuck. Sweat broke out of his forehead and I cursed again. " A million dollars. I'll give you a million dollars." I finally spoke. His hands were already unlocking the bars the next second. Greedy bastard! I sighed in relief when the rattling sound of the bars echoed.

" He replied, now crying as well. "You should just ignore him because you know it wasn't true. What are we going to do now? You're going to prison because we don't have money to pay for them." I cried and slumped on the floor, bawling. "Don't worry. I already fixed it." Mr. Devil said. At this moment, I saw him not a devil but an angel, but it returned to a devil again when the next word left his lips.

"He's also our only way out of the morality clause." Devon's voice came from the doorway to his bedroom. He was dressed but unshaven, the shadow along his jaw making him look less like a CEO and more like the predator Cordelia had always accused him of being. He carried two cups of espresso and a tablet, and the exhaustion in his silver eyes was the only sign that he hadn't slept either. I took the coffee without asking. "The payments are traceable. Messner used his personal checking account. Julian wasn't even trying to hide it."

War Drums The cracked phone screen cast harsh light across Sandro’s face, turning his features into something demonic. Elena watched the color drain from his expression as the surveillance clip ended, leaving only the damning freeze-frame of Luca handing over the USB drive like it was nothing. “Motherfucker,” Sandro snarled, voice low and lethal. He set the ruined phone down carefully this time, though his fingers lingered as if he wanted to crush it into dust. The tender man who had just worshipped her in the shower was gone. In his place stood the Don, cold, calculating, and ready for war.

It was definitely Sawyer, unless Alonso used an AI tool to replicate his voice. “How did you hear about me?” “I have friends here and there, Mr. Durnam. So, do you accept my offer?” I grabbed a glass from the counter and threw it against the wall. The glass shattered, splattering everywhere. The audio file went on for four minutes. Nites clicked another file. The account number that sent Durnam the 2.5 million dollars, their exchange emails, and text messages. The last part was the picture of Sawyer and the Prince, and the other guy.