Chapter 80 – Tangled Threads of the Past

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• 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

• Owned by Billionaire   Chapter 137: Ashes and Morning Light

  The fire was still burning as dawn broke.The first rays of sunlight bled over the horizon, cutting through the smog and smoke that curled above the now-ruined estate. Firefighters moved in and out of the building like shadows, extinguishing hotspots and pulling debris away from what was once Victor’s sanctuary of secrets.Killian stood at the edge of the caution tape, arms crossed, suit jacket slung over his shoulder. His white shirt was stained with smoke and blood, one sleeve torn. There was a cut on his cheek, and dried blood on his knuckles—but his eyes were clear for the first time in months.Next to him, Elena sat on the back of an ambulance. A medic had cleaned the shallow graze on her arm, wrapped it in gauze, and offered her a blanket. She hadn’t spoken much since they emerged from the fire. She hadn’t needed to.She’d pulled the trigger. She’d ended it.And now… it was quiet.Too quiet.Killian approached her

• Owned by Billionaire   Chapter 136: Fire in the Blood

  The vault door groaned under pressure, vibrating with each impact as Victor’s men pounded on it from the outside. Dust drifted from the ceiling. Elena held her breath, eyes locked on Killian. She could feel the energy humming beneath his skin—the fury, the weight of everything they’d fought through just to get to this moment.“How long will it hold?” she asked.“Long enough,” Killian muttered. “But not forever.”From the comms, Dante’s voice crackled in their ears. “We’re moving in—five men with me. Thirty seconds out. Hold your position.”“Copy,” Killian said, then turned to Elena. “You stay behind me. If this thing blows, I want you out the side passage. There’s an old fire escape behind the vault.”Elena’s brows furrowed. “Don’t tell me to run. Not now. Not after everything.”Killian’s hand gripped her arm tightly, but his eyes were soft. “I’m not telling you to run. I’m telling you to survive. With or without me.”He