Chapter 112 – Threads of Deception

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• Owned by Billionaire   Chapter 143 – A Fragile Kind of Hope

  The morning sun spilled through the windows, casting golden streaks across the marble floors of the estate. Everything was quiet—eerily so, as if the world was holding its breath in the wake of everything that had shattered, bled, and tried to rebuild. Elena sat at the edge of the bed, her hands folded in her lap, her gaze lost on the floor.Killian slept behind her, his chest rising and falling steadily. The wound—though brutal—was healing. Slowly. Painfully. But he was alive. That truth, fragile and brilliant, still hadn’t fully settled in her bones.She didn’t want to move, afraid that even the creak of the floor beneath her would break the fragile thread tethering them to this moment of peace.Peace.That word felt foreign on her tongue.“Elena,” came a rasp behind her, and she turned instantly.Killian’s eyes were open, a bit bleary but alert. He was propped on one elbow, looking at her as if she were the only constant he could trust in this unraveled world.“You’re awake,” she w

• Owned by Billionaire   Chapter 142 – What We Rebuild

  The silence after Sophia’s surrender felt deafening.Her gun lay forgotten on the floor, its cold metal glinting beneath the overhead lights. She didn’t cry. She didn’t scream. She just knelt there on the hardwood, shoulders squared as if even defeat had to be carried like a weapon.Elena stood frozen in the threshold, heart pounding in the hollow of her chest. Her breath came in shallow, jagged bursts. Every muscle ached from tension, but she didn’t let herself move—not until she was sure this moment wasn’t going to fall apart like the dozens before it.Killian gave a sharp nod to Reid, who moved forward and restrained Sophia with practiced efficiency. She didn’t resist.“I want the rest of the estate cleared,” Killian said, his voice like steel. “Top to bottom. Anyone left standing gets questioned. Anyone who shoots—”“Gets dropped,” Reid finished without missing a beat, already signaling the team through his comms.Dante stood unmoving in front of Elena. His chest rose and fell, ey

• Owned by Billionaire   Chapter 141 – The Quiet Before

  The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, warm and golden, wrapping the quiet room in a glow that made everything feel fragile and too perfect to last. Elena lay still, eyes open, watching the way the rays filtered through the sheer curtains. The world outside was waking up, but inside the room, there was only the gentle rise and fall of Killian’s breath beside her.He hadn’t stirred. His face, usually so guarded, was soft in sleep. Vulnerable. Like the man who’d once whispered promises in a church pew, before the world had tried to take everything from them.Her fingers brushed his jaw, careful not to wake him. She wasn’t ready to break the silence between them, not yet. Not after everything. Not after the warehouse, the blood, the fear that had carved new scars inside her.But today was different.Because they’d survived.Because they were still here. Together.Elena rose quietly, slipping from the bed and moving to the window. She pulled the curtain aside and stared out at

• Owned by Billionaire   Chapter 140: What We Choose

  The rain came softly that morning, tapping against the windows like a gentle whisper. Elena woke to the sound of it and lay still for a moment, her eyes half open, watching the patterns it painted on the glass. Killian’s arm was draped loosely over her waist, his breathing even, the warmth of his body grounding her.Peace, she’d learned, wasn’t always dramatic. Sometimes it came quietly, like this.She turned slightly to look at him. His dark lashes were shadows against his cheekbones, and for a man who had carried entire empires on his shoulders, he looked almost… vulnerable in sleep.Elena smiled faintly and brushed a lock of hair from his forehead.He stirred at her touch. “Staring at me again?” he murmured without opening his eyes.“Maybe.”“Did I drool?”“No. You just looked… peaceful.”He cracked an eye open. “That’s because I slept next to you.”Her heart did that thing again—fluttered without her permission. She was still getting used to this version of Killian. Not the ruthle

• Owned by Billionaire   Chapter 139: What Comes After the Fire

  The morning sunlight filtered through the massive glass windows of the penthouse, casting golden streaks across the hardwood floor. Elena stood barefoot in the kitchen, coffee mug in hand, watching the city come alive again beneath her. But this time, the view wasn’t daunting. It was a reminder.She had survived.More than that—she had chosen to live.Killian entered moments later, freshly showered and half-dressed, his tie draped around his neck, shirt buttons undone. He paused when he saw her, something soft flashing in his eyes. No words were needed. He walked over, pressed a kiss to her cheek, and took the mug from her hands to sip.“I was drinking that,” she teased.“I’m claiming my half,” he said with a smirk.They shared a quiet laugh, and for a few long seconds, the world didn’t intrude. It was just them—two people who had been through hell and were now trying to find their way in the light.But peace never laste

• Owned by Billionaire   Chapter 138: Foundations of Us

  It had been three days since the fire.Three days since Elena pulled the trigger that ended Victor Langston’s reign—and with it, the shadow that had loomed over her life for years. Three days of silence, broken only by the sounds of quiet breaths, clinking coffee mugs, the occasional vibrating phone that neither she nor Killian answered.The world outside buzzed. News outlets ran nonstop stories: “Victor Langston Found Dead in Fire – Suspected Ties to Graves Corp Exposed.” Photos of Killian and Elena leaving the scene circulated like wildfire. There were headlines, speculation, interviews with “anonymous sources” who claimed to know secrets they could barely spell. Some called it a scandal. Others, a redemption arc.But inside the penthouse, there was only stillness.Killian hadn’t gone back to the office. Dante was handling the fallout with a ruthlessness that made headlines of its own. Lawyers worked around the clock to restructure the board, cl