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Chapter 120 - Call It What It Is
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Claimed By The Billionaire   Chapter 121 - Loose Ends, Tight Grips, And You
DamonThe room is too quiet now.Sheâs still sitting on the bed, arms folded, back straight, with that same expression she wears when sheâs bracing for a fight. But sheâs not saying anything.Not yet, at least.Iâm not new to this rhythm. She waits, measures, and then strikes when she knows itâll land.I lean back into the couch, reach for the landline, and press the number to the kitchen. One ring. Two. Then the maid picks.âKitchen wing. How may I help you, sir?ââDinner in the master suite. For two.âI hang up before she can chirp a âyes, sirâ. The phone lands on the side table with a soft thud.Thatâs when she circles the bed to me. âStarted the search yet?âOf course. Of course, sheâd circle right back to that. It's been barely twelve hours since I said Iâd help. It's not even a full day. I exhale and tilt my head to her. âAre you serious right now?âShe nods, eyes serious, and her mouth set in that stubborn line Iâve come to recognise.âI said Iâd help you barely twelve hours a
Claimed By The Billionaire   Chapter 120 - Call It What It Is
Damon The car ride feels longer than it should.Iâm sat by the window, elbow resting on the door, fingers tapping an absent rhythm on my knee. Ariaâs beside me, but the space between us might as well be a canyon. She hasnât said a word. Not even a glance. Not even that side-eye sheâs so good at throwing when she thinks Iâm being a prick.I donât know why it gets to me. But it does. Every single time.My gaze drifts to her profile. She's still and quiet, with her eyes on the window, but not really seeing anything out there.And all I can think about is earlier. The sound of her sobbing.Iâd been sitting at the edge of the bed, scrolling through my inbox, pretending like the world wasnât tilting off balance. But the moment I heard her break? That soft, wrecked sound from the balcony? Everything else blurred out.I tried to stay put.I really did.Told myself she needed space.That giving a damn would only make things worse.That it wasnât my place. That I was most likely the reason why
Claimed By The Billionaire   Chapter 119 - More Than Leaving
AriaItâs the soft light that wakes me first.That dim glow leaking through these gigantic curtains. The cityâs still trying to sleep, but Vancouver mornings are stubborn and persistent like that.I blink slowly, my body sinking into the bed as my mind stirs, heavy and fuzzy.I donât remember how I got here. I do remember eating. Then, sitting on the couch by my bedside with a book, I was deceiving myself with.Then itâs blank from there on.But here I am. Tucked in. Not the half-assed kind of way Iâd do for myself.Properly.The sheets are pulled just right, and the pillowâs fluffed under my head. The duvetâs also draped over me like a shield.Nope. This wasnât me.I glance sideways.Damon. Heâs right at his end of our bridge of a bed.His eyes are shut, and his face is calm. But with him, you can never really tell. He could be awake. Hell, heâs probably awake.But, he could also be faking it, like he fakes everything else.Part of me wants to poke him. Test the waters, but I know we
Claimed By The Billionaire   Chapter 118 - One Box At A Time
Aria I lie on my side of the bed, staring at the wall like itâs supposed to give me answers.It doesnât.Figures.The sheets feel heavier tonight. Not cold. Just heavy. Like theyâre pressing me into the mattress, daring me to move. To get up. To shake this off.But I donât. Because this isnât new.The weight of being stuck here with him isnât new. Neither is the war inside my own head.And tonight? Tonight, itâs loud.Louder than itâs been in weeks.My brain keeps replaying his words from earlier.Noâscratch that.Not words. Because Damon barely gives words when it matters."Nothing eventful happened with that." Thatâs what he said when I asked about Gina.Yeah right.What kind of half-assed, meaningless response is that?No acceptance. There is no denial, either. Just nothing.But thatâs what Damon does, right? Gives you just enough to stay pissed. But never enough to stay satisfied.And yet, even with that empty response, the truth rings louder than anything he couldâve said.Iâm n
Claimed By The Billionaire   Chapter 117 - Cheap At Five Million
Damon She's asleep. Finally.Curled up into herself like sheâs trying to make her body smaller, tucked so deep into the duvet youâd think the thing might swallow her whole if she let it.Her face is soft now, the lines that usually crease her forehead when she's awake smoothed out, lips slightly parted, strands of hair fanned across the pillow like theyâve been there forever.I watch her.I know I shouldnât.But I do anyway.Because when sheâs asleep? Sheâs quiet. Thereâs no eye-rolling. No smart comebacks. No running mouth.Just... peace.Itâs a dangerous thing, the way she looks when sheâs not fighting me. It makes me forget. Makes me almost reach for something that doesnât exist between us.Something that never should.I rake a hand down my face, sinking deeper into my side of the bed, keeping my distance because itâs the only thing I know how to do.Still, my eyes keep drifting to her.Following the subtle rise and fall of her chest. The delicate way her hand tucks under her chin
Claimed By The Billionaire   Chapter 116 - Almost, But Never Enough
DamonI rest my head on the cool marble of the kitchen counter, eyes shut, ears tuned to the soft sounds coming from the bathroom.The hiss of the shower. The occasional splash as she moves around.Iâm not asleep.Iâm just pretending to be.Pretending Iâm not waiting.Because what the hell else would I be doing?âWork?â That voice in my head taunts me, but I push it aside.My arms are folded, my head angled just right, like if I canât see her, maybe I canât feel her either. Like if I shut everything down, I can block out the pull sheâs become.But my bodyâs a traitor.Every cell is waiting for the second she steps out of that bathroom.And when I hear the door click open, the soft pad of her feet on the carpet, I still myself even more, faking a deeper stillness, pretending Iâm dead to the world.âWhat kinda gone boy shit are you doing, Stone?â The voice in my head doesnât let up, but I ignore it. The soft thud of her footsteps fills my ears next, and in no time, I feel her looming o
Claimed By The Billionaire   Chapter 115 - Under My Skin
AriaI settle into the far corner of the restaurant, my back against the cool leather seat and arms folded tightly around my body like that alone can keep me from unravelling.The noise in here is just enough to drown out my thoughts if I let it. Clinking glasses, low laughter, the occasional hiss of the coffee machine. Itâs comfortingly impersonal. Nobody here knows me. Nobody here stares at me like theyâre waiting for me to crack.A waiter approaches. Young, polite, the kind of guy who probably rehearsed his opening line in the mirror."Good evening, miss. Can I get you started with something? Or would you like to see the menu?"I blink up at him, pulling myself back into the moment. "Menu, please."He hands it to me with a practised smile. "Let me know when youâre ready."I scan the menu, eyes glazing over the words until I finally land on something light. Something I can pick at while pretending to be fine."Uh, Iâll have the grilled chicken salad. Light dressing, please.""Of cou
Claimed By The Billionaire   Chapter 114 - Stick It Out
DamonI walk back to the car, legs heavy, head heavier.My legs move on autopilot, but my headâs stuck back there. On her. On the way her skin felt warm under my lips, even in this goddamn freezing weather.I climb in, slam the door shut harder than I need to, my hands gripping the wheel tighter than necessary. The engine hums low beneath me, but I just sit there.The streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement, slicing her silhouette out of my head, but the imprint she left? Still there. On me. Under my skin. Probably in my fucking bloodstream at this point.My forehead presses against the steering wheel. My breath clouds the glass in front of me.What the fuck was that?I tell myself it was instinct.Reflex.I thought I saw Daniel standing behind her. That smug, friendly face thatâs been creeping into my space, my life, and Aâs.And yes, maybe it triggered something I didnât even know I had inside me.Something primal. Possessive.So I did the only thing that came to mind, right
Claimed By The Billionaire   Chapter 113 - Static
AriaâWhat do you mean weâre leaving?âI stare at him, still gripping the door handle, like I need it to anchor me.He doesnât even blink. "You heard me. Weâre leaving," Damon says, voice flat and business-like, like weâre back to being nothing more than lines on a contract. "Soon."I blink harder, trying to push back the lump forming in my throat. "When is soon?"He shrugs, the way he always does when he wants to keep me guessing. "I donât know yet. But it should be this week."I let out a breath I didnât even know I was holding. This week?I step back into the room, pacing now, arms crossed over my chest like they can hold me together.âWhat changed, Damon? Why now? Why now that Iâm just settling in?â The words come out sharper than I intend, but I donât care. "Why now?"He doesnât hesitate. "Itâs long overdue, A."Thatâs it. Thatâs his whole explanation.Long overdue.Like itâs that simple.Like my life can be uprooted again without a second thought.I donât respond right away beca
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