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]

“I’ll ring these up and bill Master McCabe.” “Oh, that’s not necessary. I can afford a couple of books myself.” Hana tried to stop Finch, following him to the register. “So…did we stop here for Hana to get her ancient book fix? And oo those look interesting. You’re sharing.” Pam asked, leaning on the counter to see what books Hana was getting. “This book itself is two hundred dollars.” Finch held up the first edition of Jannot: A French Rabbit by Mireille Marokvia. “And this one is five hundred twenty-five.” He held up the copy of The Birth, life, and Acts of King Arthur by Thomas Malory.

"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."

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.

Ping! A new message from Charlie reminded Zen about needing an escort. Thankfully, the invigilators were already in the kitchen and prepared to accompany Zen to the kitchen when he was ready. According to the Gambler, Bolt and Remi hit off almost instantly and were locked in a heated chess battle. Nobody knew what they were doing because none of the pieces were moved, but they stared at the board intensely.

Varek’s face did not change, but his hands tightened on the arms of the chair. I played the second clip. Then the third. Finally I started the audio of the phone call. His own voice filled the study—soft, loving, speaking to Selene about their daughter, laughing about how easy it was to fool his wife, describing the videos of Kael and Draven, and promising that my fortune would soon belong to them. When the recording ended the silence in the room felt heavy enough to crush bone.