The Final Gambit Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

As soon as the segment finished playing, the comment section exploded. [Holy cow! I can't believe Helly had this side to her!] [So, she really was a homewrecker! I'm totally on the defendant's side now! I've never hated homewreckers more! Both the plaintiff and his mistress can go to hell!]

"Isaiah, seeing you in those cheap clothes cracks me up. You're the heir to billions, for crying out loud!" "When are you going to drop this act? Don't tell me you're actually falling for Aimee Sinclair, that little country bumpkin!" Isaiah's voice came through clearly, mocking. "Are you kidding me? She's just a distraction and nothing more. She's not worthy of my feelings." He laughed cruelly. "When I told her I was over a million dollars in debt, she said she'd stick by me and help me pay it off. I've never met anyone more gullible or pathetic in love."

He could only let out muffled sounds. After that, I knocked him out once again. At the same time, I heard many screams of agony. I just closed my eyes to tune them out. Those young and beautiful blind masseuses dreamed of making a ton of money when they boarded the cruise. But they would never be able to leave the cruise with the money. Finally, the sounds died down at night. I clutched the keycard that I had found in the gray-suited man's pocket as I opened a small gap in the door.

"She liked sunflowers the most, so please make sure she's buried somewhere with plenty of them. That way, she won't ever meet me again in her next life… Or the life after that…" [The End]

"That's exactly what I said." "Great minds." "Great bodies too," He looked me up and down. This guy just heard me say I was engaged and was still hitting on me? I like it. Reno's POV "Anyways," Nelson started. "Reno, why do you think you gamble?" "It's dangerous and thrilling. I had a lot of money that I didn't know what to do with...now I don't have any" "Was it worth it?" "It must be since I still want to gamble. It's the only thing that makes sense to me. When things get to be too much, it brings me comfort."

He may as well had been a statue carved in ice. Gerald glowered and put down another card. Prince Legiere shook his head, as if saddened by his opponent’s complete lack of skill. “Rook’s Gamble,” he declared, laying down all his cards. He then commenced to take deep tokes of his pipe. Smoke erupted from his nostrils. I strained to see the cards on the table, but I had been tied down to a slab of rock with chains across my arms and legs. They were bound so tight across my body that I could barely breathe.

From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt. Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills. By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes. But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick. My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice. They called my suffering “heir training.” On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa

His remarks instantly piqued the man across from him. Bert laughed out loud. "Fine. Since you dare propose such an offer to me, I will accompany you to the end." With a clatter, the blond guy shoved out all of the chips in front of him, arrogantly raising his brows and staring at Caleb with disgust. "I've placed all of my chips, so where are yours?" Caleb's steely gaze swept a glance at the frightened Murray. He answered casually, "I don't need any chips. All I need is one move to win against you. If I win, that man will be mine. His gambling debt will be written off."

He held out his hand—not as a billionaire offering a world, but as a man offering a Fight. "Do you still want to check out the book, Clara?" Clara looked at the hand. She looked at Hope, who was fading into the green mist, a tear of joy and terror falling from her sapphire eyes. Clara reached out, her fingers inches from Julian’s. But before their skin could touch, a Black Gavel slammed down on the library desk. The "Grand Auditor" didn't appear as a person. He appeared as a Final Notice taped to the very air of the universe.

“Then the file moves now.” A second voice spoke from the darkness at the back of the unit. A voice I had not heard in years and had never expected to hear again. “Put the phone down. The file is not yours to sell.” I turned slowly. The shadows resolved into a figure I recognized from old family gatherings and older stories. Roric’s quietest problem-solver. A man who was supposed to be dead. The game had more players than any of us had counted.