Stolen Focus Audiobook Novels & Stories

Edward POV I watched the city lights blur past me, sights of light and shadow mixed together as the car sped through Manhattan. Every time I blinked, I saw Vanessa, pressed against my desk, flushed and breathless, the taste of her still on my lips. The ache she left behind hadn’t dulled. But I’d buried it beneath a harder truth: Someone had stolen from me. Not just from my company—but from the people I trusted, the people I protected. And now Jonathan said they had the bastard.

I stammered out, shifting nervously on the couch where I sat watching the news. “Oh, come on Hillary, let’s put off the pretense. You know exactly who I am, you man thief. You stole my man from me, you ruined my perfect plans. And guess what honey, I couldn’t steal him back from you no matter how hard I try. You had your claws rooted deep within him, making it virtually impossible to get him away from you. That is why I turned a blind eye when his death was being plotted.

I thought that after this incident, he might finally learn his lesson and stop pulling this kind of stunt. Unexpectedly, another delivery showed up outside my door that evening. I took it downstairs and tossed it into the trash along with the garbage from my apartment. When I came back upstairs, Derek was once again standing outside my door arguing with a delivery driver. The moment he saw me, he pointed a finger in my direction. "Was it you who stole my food? You pathetic freeloader. I caught you once at lunchtime, and now you've got the nerve to steal it again tonight?"

Laura is positive that she could live for half a year without working just by selling the chest. Admiring its superior quality, she subconsciously traced the carvings down to a keyhole. Just like some sort of reflex, her hands made its way to the small key that’s hanging around her neck as a necklace, under her sleepwear. “Never, ever take this off.” She could still hear the echoes of Olivia’s voice in her head. It sounded like she’ll get discovered in no time once she loses it. Casting away all these thoughts, she takes off the necklace and uses the key to open the chest.

But he realised that the Marrow is as potent as the Poison. Audrey unconsciously pulled him onto herself, basking in his warmth," That foolish Lan, let a woman take his thing" she murmured in her sleep but Jordan heard her clearly, his brows twitched. He understood what she meant immediately, somehow she found out that The Jade Drive was stolen by his woman... " Yes. I'm foolish" he whispered back, parting her head to the back, he made some adjustments to the needle to retain her masculine look before leaving the room, not after spending another five minutes to pry her off himself.

Started to melt, flowing up the Auditors arm like oil. CRACK. The white gold book broke in half. The pages did not fall. They turned into a cloud of dots that got sucked into my right eye and deleted. The Auditor stumbled back its coat falling apart the numbers on its fabric turning into nonsense. "The thing we were looking at... Is gone " the Auditor whispered, its line fading away. "The Bank... Says this place is a loss." With a sound the Auditor turned into a pile of harmless silver dust that covered the floor like frost.

The contents of my bag spilled on the sidewalk. The man paused to help retrieve my things. "I'm sorry chap," he said with a heavy accent. "Too many people on the bloody area." Something caught his attention on the other side of the street. His eyes widened. "Bloody hell, that's our bike! Oi!" He shoved the book to me. "Sorry miss, I have to go." The man ran with his wife to catch up to the thief. I shook my head in dismay as I watched them go. A stolen bike in broad daylight? The world was coming to an end.

Rebecca stood there, her arms crossed over each other and her eyes searching my face. “What was that about?” she asked softly, her voice laced with concern. “You look like you’re ready to punch something. Is everything okay at your company?” I sighed, running a hand over my face. “Not really. That was Fidson, my deputy managing director. Someone’s been stealing from the company by transferring funds to an offshore account. Fidson caught him on camera last night, sneaking into the accountant’s office after hours. He even deleted the footage to cover his tracks, but Fidson had backups. The guy’s been siphoning off over two million, bit by bit.”

She approached the grave with a soft, almost tender smile that made everyone's skin crawl. "See? I brought back everything that belongs to you. None of it is left for anyone else." Under the horrified stares of the crowd, she carefully placed the bloody kidneys Anna had taken from me into the urn. When the police rushed in with guns raised, they froze in disbelief. I turned to Mom. She raised her head, laughed, and pointed into the air. "Look, Jenna has returned." I let out a soft, long sigh, as if I had finally released the last thread of attachment.

I did not hesitate this time. The small purple box sat exactly where I had left it, tucked beneath the jewelry tray like a secret that waited patiently. I lifted it, the weight familiar now. Not shocking. Not shameful. Just there. I sat on the edge of the bed and turned the box in my hands. The earlier justification echoed weakly in my mind. Control. Autonomy. Release. Tonight, it was none of those things. Tonight, it was honesty. I thought of Sebastian again, sharper this time. His focus during meetings. The way he brought me coffee without comment. The quiet fury in his eyes when I told him about the director. The way he had listened without minimizing, without questioning my interpretatio