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Chapter 129 - Replay
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Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 129 - Replay
AriaThe car moves slowly. Slower than usual. Or maybe it just feels that way because my mind still won’t shut up.There’s something about Damon saying he wants to talk that’s making my skin itch. It’s not the words exactly, it’s the way he said them. Like he meant it. Like this same man who never said anything beyond clipped commands and rude silence, now has thoughts to share.It just…Feels off.And then the kiss last night. And this morning.It was just…gentle. Like he wasn’t trying to win or prove a point. Just... be.It’s almost like he mentally threw out our ‘Performances only with an audience’ rule.And I'm just supposed to go along with it?It would’ve been easier if he kept being a jerk.This version—this quiet, intentional, forehead-kissing, breakfast-in-bed version- is harder to block out. Harder to ignore. Harder to hate.My head leans against the cool glass of the car window. The city rushes past glass towers and grocery stores, and people in their own bubbles of thoughts
Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 128 - Confused, Not Convinced
AriaThe second the door clicks shut behind him, the air in the room feels... odd. Still. Like it’s holding its breath with me.The soft click of the door closing behind him echoes in my ears, but my mind is elsewhere.What has gotten into him?I lie there, staring at the ceiling, blinking slowly and heavily. My body feels warm where he kissed me. My forehead still tingles, annoyingly. And my brain is already building a thousand theories on what exactly is happening here.Why do I always have to wake up to a side of Damon that throws me off balance?Always switching between hot and cold. One moment, he’s ice and silent and biting sarcasm. Next, he’s saying words like please, and giving forehead kisses with those eyes.He said we need to talk.Since when did we start 'talking'? Since when did it change from clipped responses, cold stares, and commands?And that kiss.It wasn't a slip-up. Didn't feel like it. Not with the way he paused after like it meant something. Not with the way he
Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 127 - Too Little, Too Late
DamonThe steam clings to my skin like a second layer, moving around my shoulders and sticking to the tiled walls. Water pounds against my back, sharp and relentless. Exactly how I like it. It helps dull everything else: the noise, the faces, the static in my head.That dinner was a mistake.We shouldn’t have gone. We should’ve just left it.I should’ve shut it down.Every single time I step foot into that house, it’s the same thing: jabs, subtle attacks, and interrogations dressed up as dinner conversation. Father and James, just never miss an opportunity. I walk in, and it's like I'm wearing a bullseye on my chest.There's never peace at that table. Never just... quiet.Father would never ask about me. Not as a son. Not as a human being. It’s always business. Percentages. Markets. Projections. “How are you doing, son?” apparently died out sometime in the last century.And then he hits me with the heir question.At dinner.Who the hell brings that up with dessert?If he wanted to ta
Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 126 - How Much I Still Feel
AriaThe car rolls away from the Stone residence, and I sink a little deeper into the seat, my phone in hand, and my thumb aimlessly scrolling through nothing. I don’t know what I’m looking for. A distraction, maybe. Something to undo the taste of that dinner."Well," I say, keeping my voice even. "That was something."Damon lets out a sigh. It’s quiet, but not casual. There’s a weight behind it, like his ribs are trying to keep something from spilling out."That was nothing," he says, voice rough, eyes still on the road ahead. "It’s usually worse."I nod, then tap my screen again just to avoid looking at him. "Right."Silence returns, stretching across the car like thick glass. The kind that cracks but never quite breaks.I shift my gaze to the window. The night hums outside, the city melting into silence as we take the long road back to his place. Back to that ridiculous fortress of glass and marble. I blink slowly, mind already replaying every glance, every veiled jab from James. A
Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 125 - Dinner
DamonThe house appears on the horizon long before we hit the gates. Same silhouette. Same goddamn pillars. Always standing tall like they’re mocking the rest of us. Legacy carved into every inch of iron and stone. I used to think that was impressive. Now, it just looks like a reminder. That nothing here ever changes.Mark slows the car as we near the driveway. I glance over at Aria. She’s straight-backed, composed, lips pressed together like she’s biting something back. I know that look. She’s bracing."Stick close to me," I say, voice low. "Or to my mum. Just steer clear of the rest. You know what I mean."She nods. One breath in. One breath out.Outside, my mother’s already waiting. Naturally, she’s on the phone, one hand gesturing like she’s negotiating, and the other clutching her pearls. She sees us as we pull in and cuts the call without another word.Mark steps out and opens my door. I circle to the other side, and A takes my hand without a word, her fingers cold but steady as
Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 124 - Don't Make Me Want This
Damon I sit back in the chair by the window, my leg propped on the ledge, waiting. The glass reflects just enough of the room for me to keep half an eye on the closet door without looking like I’m watching it. Which I am. Obviously.I wasn’t supposed to take her with me today. That wasn’t the plan. The plan was to get out, clear my head, maybe stop by the office, and circle back just in time for dinner with Mum.But then, I remembered what happened with Marcus. Or rather, the news about him.The second Kingsley dropped the update, my instincts went full tilt.Someone was sending a message. Not just to Marcus, he's already out of the picture. To us. To me. To whoever’s trying to dig around in this mess, they want to be buried. I don’t know who it is, or what the hell they want, but I know one thing for sure:A’s got nothing to do with it.It’s Ava.It’s always been Ava.She’s the one who started this fire. She left the house soaked in gasoline and disappeared before the spark caught.
Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 123 - You, Always You
Aria The sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand pulls me out of sleep. It's not harsh—just persistent enough to yank me from whatever half-dream I’ve drifted into. I groan, dragging my arm across the bed until I find the damn thing vibrating on the nightstand. Eyes still closed, I fumble for it, patting around till my fingers wrap around it. I squint at the caller ID through one half-open eye.Daniel.Who else?My thumb swipes across before I’ve even processed what time it is."Hey," he says."Good morning," I reply, my voice still raspy with sleep. I don’t move. I just lie there, buried under the covers with the phone pressed to my left ear.I hear Damon shift beside me, but I ignore it. Not in the mood.Daniel’s voice comes through, calm and familiar. "Did I wake you? Sorry, I didn’t mean to call this early.""It’s okay," I mumble, curling further into the duvet. "How are the girls?""They’re good. Still asleep. I just… I wanted to check in. How was the trip back?""It was o
Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 122 - The Truth In The Tuck
Aria I duck from Damon’s side and finally manage to get to the drawers. My hand slips into the middle one, fishing out the pyjamas I’d meant to grab the first time. It’s a cute set of a tank top and shorts, light enough to sleep in but still soft against my skin.As I pull it out, I can practically feel him still watching me from where he’s standing. It’s like he doesn’t know how to blink sometimes. Or maybe he just chooses not to when I’m in the room. I don’t know what it is about Damon and his sudden urges to tease the hell out of me. It’s almost like the man lives for my reactions. Every jab and smug retort that leaves his mouth is always calculated and somewhat intentional. He knows exactly how to pull at my threads until I spark. And somehow, I always do. Even with the countless agreements I’ve made with myself, not to.But the most messed-up part? I think I like it. No, scratch that, I know I like it. Not all the time, and definitely not when he’s being an unbearable prick. Bu
Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 121 - Loose Ends, Tight Grips, And You
DamonThe room is too quiet now.She’s still sitting on the bed, arms folded, back straight, with that same expression she wears when she’s bracing for a fight. But she’s not saying anything.Not yet, at least.I’m not new to this rhythm. She waits, measures, and then strikes when she knows it’ll 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.“Kitchen wing. How may I help you, sir?”“Dinner in the master suite. For two.”I hang up before she can chirp a ‘yes, sir’. The phone lands on the side table with a soft thud.That’s when she circles the bed to me. “Started the search yet?”Of course. Of course, she’d circle right back to that. It's been barely twelve hours since I said I’d help. It's not even a full day. I exhale and tilt my head to her. “Are you serious right now?”She nods, eyes serious, and her mouth set in that stubborn line I’ve come to recognise.“I said I’d help you barely twelve hours a
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