The Final Gambit Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.

he points to a crowd of people huddled in the corner, and I find myself trying to decipher if that was who had come into the hall the same time my wolf had begun the meltdown he was stll continuing. “I don’t know. Maybe.” Gabriel smirked, and it was clear to see that the cheerful and funny guy was back. Any anger and irritation that had been present within him had soon dissipated once I had explained what was going on. This guy was true legend. “This is for your mate!” he playfully flicked at my ear. “You do all you can to know! I think I have an idea. Two seconds…” he winked at Manuel, intriguing me what he was talking about.

Leo returned just in time to start the final round of bets. Amber looked around the table again. She felt pretty fucking confident. Ebony always acted as though she held a winning hand and often had shit. Leo’s brows were pinched together, and he only met Ash’s last bet and laid his money on the table. She couldn’t read Grayson’s expression, he was too good at masking it. Ash was more of the unknown wild card really. His face had remained in a grin most of the game. “I’ll raise to six,” she said finally.

Anger warred with a strange, grudging admiration for the old man’s cunning. “Keep reading,” Isabelle whispered, her voice strained. He turned to the final entry, dated just a week before Arthur’s death. If you are reading this, then you have succeeded. You have faced the past, you have worked together, and Liam, you have made the active choice to seek the truth. Congratulations. The money is yours, of course. Split it, burn it, I care not. It is the least interesting part of my bequest.

His training had steadily decreased, especially after Ella came. Every time I urged him to improve, he grew impatient. Instead, he spent his time entertaining her, making her gifts, and taking care of her. Today’s outcome was inevitable. When the match ended, Leon stood there, completely dejected, his expression dark. The final vote was an overwhelming win for Jace. The crowd erupted in boos toward Leon. “A once-in-a-century prodigy? Looks like nothing but a name!” “With skills like that, how dare he challenge Alpha Jace? It’s embarrassing just to watch!”

There were hundreds, even thousands of them, and every single one was full of insults aimed at me. "We trusted you!" "You were the one who told us to keep fighting, and now you turn around and take money from the Romano Famiglia!" "You promised that you would help us, so what's the meaning of this?" In that instant, a heavy silence settled over the office. I stared at the screen for a few moments before lowering the tablet. Dante hadn't changed at all. He would simply upend the chessboard if he found himself unable to control the match. I raised my head, speaking with a clarity that ensured everyone present could hear.

How does it exploit the forgetting? Chapter 86 is THE ABSOLUTE'S GAMBIT! END OF CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE ...TO BE CONTUNUED...

The room went completely still Because that voice did not belong to any ally And what followed would not be negotiation It would be the end of balance The final player had just entered the board And everything we thought we were controlling was about to be taken away ⸻

He was the one who knelt in front of my father and swore he would treat me well for the rest of his life. Only then did my father agree to invest. I let out a sigh and turned to leave. "Since you think this was leveraging favors for repayment, then let's call off the engagement." The moment the door closed, violent arguing erupted on the other side. The elevated roads of Alderidge were as congested as ever. I looked up at the giant screen displaying wedding photos of Adrian and me and felt nothing but irony.

"But who told you to think with your lower half? Who told you to look down on me? That's how I got all of this! Lucius, this is your retribution! If you're not satisfied with this decision, you're free to leave right now." His fists clenched, his fingertips digging so deep they nearly broke the skin. In the end, he still didn't leave. Because this was regarding his life's work. I curled my lips into a smile. "Ricky, go on. How much should we give him?" Ricky ate his ice cream, seeming to think it over. "Hmm… One hundred dollars. One dollar per necklace. Just right."