Độc Quyền Chiếm Hữu Novels & Stories

I wanted her to know that no matter how much money was in those accounts or how many buildings I owned, she was the only thing I truly possessed. I pushed the rest of the papers aside, creating a space for her. I entered her in one slow, deep motion, watching her face as she took all of me. She let out a soft cry, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "You're mine, Elena," I said, my voice low and raspy. "In the house, in the city, on this desk. Everywhere."

In a minute he can calm her down and the very next minute he can make her breathless "Good. And you are exactly doing that." He said and hung the call-up. She was baffled. She could not understand the reason for which he didn't permit her to go, unaware to her, it was because of his possessive nature toward her. He didn't want to share her with ANYONE! He wanted himself to be the center of her thoughts. He wanted every moment of her life to be filled with his memories. He was extremely possessive of her. He desired to imprint this in her mind that she is his and no one else. And this was his mission until there rukhsati to make her completely his.

I said through gritted teeth. “No need to be so hostile now Giovanni Romano.” She said and then walked closer to me. My men immediately brought out their guns and aimed at her , her men did same . “Oh please , I’m not here for a bloodshed , at least not yet.” She said and handed me a document. “That is the legal document stating I own the lands on which this mansion was built , which technically makes me the owner of the mansion.” She said and smirked . I threw the paper to the ground .

"Wait, what? How does that even work?" Sophia took a deep breath. "Our company is privately held, which means the shares are owned by a small group of investors and stakeholders. When someone buys 51% of the shares, they essentially gain majority control over the company. They can influence major decisions, and with that much control, they could even push for changes in management or policies. Ryder, that bastard!" My hand flew to my mouth in disbelief. "Are you saying Ryder did this?"

"Kelly can't touch it." "Exactly," I confirmed. "The property is held in a private trust. I am the sole owner and trustee. It's not a Vosper asset. It's mine. She can't claim it, she can't sell it, and she can't set foot on it. It's the one place she can't reach us." He studied my face, a slow smile spreading across his lips. It wasn't a mocking smile, but one of genuine admiration. "You're brilliant."

She passed around the piece of paper to all four shareholder in the conference room, she was about taking her seat when Uncle Tony's voice stopped her. I had already been looking at his face and the moment he looked at the paper I could see the confusion on it and the others too. "Ava what is this"? He asked gesturing to the paper, of course Ava didn't know what was in it, or at least she thought she did. "It's the clause for the new policies uncle" she said nonchalantly "No Ava this is not the clause for the new policies, this says here 'how to be responsible" Uncle Tony said looking at the paper again and the others just nodded in agreement.

Andrei pulled him in with one swift motion, his strong arms around Zane in declaration of ownership, of possession. When they pulled apart, both were breathless. Andrei spoke first. "You're mine... and only death can change that." He said looking Zane dead in the eye, daring him. Zane smirked, voice raw. "Death it is." From the shadows, Katherina watched. Face unreadable. Hand tightening on her wineglass until the stem cracked. And across the room, Dimitri smiled. Like a man who had just confirmed his plan was working.

"That makes me happy. I just... I don't like the thought of anyone else touching you. You're mine, and I don't want to share you with anyone." "I am not going to someone else baby, stay assured." She said and pecked his cheeks as he started driving. Arthur let out a breath, his features softening slightly as she pecked his cheeks. His dominant nature was somewhat mollified by her reassurance, and the fact that she was willingly giving in to his possessive instincts only increased his feelings of satisfaction. "Good," he responded, his voice still tinged with possessiveness. "Because you're mine, and I'll make damn sure everyone knows it."

"No, I won’t do it." "You must think I’m giving you a choice. I’m not," I said, my voice dropping. "You either take what I’m offering generously, or I take everything. No investment. No business. You pay every last dollar you owe me. And no wife because I’m definitely taking her too." "It’s up to you." "You can’t do this," he hissed. I leaned back, smirking. "I can." "In fact," I continued, my tone turning even colder, "by the time I’m done, you won’t even have a company to wake up to. You won’t just lose your business—you’ll lose your reputation. You won’t even have a place to show your face in public."

I was done having to answer to anyone! The time had come for the hybrids to rule the supernatural world, and I would be the leader. The time had come for people to dance to my orders! From the looks of things, many of my pack members felt the same way. They seemed eager to find out how they could also become what I was. Whether it was so they could support me, or if they wanted the kind of power I now possessed, or simply out of pure curiosity, I was fully intending on making sure each and every wolf in my territory got a drop of my blood.