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Chapter 141 - Before The Knock
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Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 141 - Before The Knock
DamonThe sky is already bleeding orange by the time we leave that damn alley. I'm driving behind Kingsley, both of us cutting through the city like hounds with a scent but no kill. And all I can think is: two more days. Forty-eight whole hours of doing absolutely nothing while she's out there, God knows where, and with God knows who.What the hell am I supposed to do with myself till then?I lean against the steering wheel at the next stop sign, and my thoughts spiral before I can stop them. I picture her again, bound up, mouth dry, skin cold. That same damn image from the photo flashing like a strobe in my head. Her on that concrete floor, blindfolded, arms behind her back like she's some package waiting to be moved. My foot's still on the brake, but I don't even notice the green light has come and gone.Then the honking starts. A symphony of it. Aggressive. Sharp. Curses flying through open windows."Get the hell out of the road, jackass!"I jolt like someone lit a fuse in me, curs
Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 140 - Recognise This?
AriaIt’s been four days.Four days of the same bed, same walls, same air.My arms are still cuffed, though the metal doesn’t bite like it did the first night. Maybe I’ve gone numb to it. Maybe my body has given up resisting. But my mind? It won’t shut off. It keeps going, circling the same questions, hitting the same dead ends. Like clockwork. Like torture.What kind of sick game is this?I stare up at the same high window, its light dim again. Evening, maybe. The days blur together in here. I’ve counted ninety-six hours. I’ve said it over and over again in my head. Twenty-four. Forty-eight. Seventy-two. Ninety-six.Ninety-six hours of being held like this. Of being treated like I’m not human. No explanations. No answers. Just water, sometimes food, and silence. That, and the walls. The air. The sound of my own breathing and the slow, echoing creak of footsteps when someone finally decides I’m worth checking on.Four days of eating like a rat and pissing like a prisoner. Four days of
Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 139 - A Hundred Ways To Kill Me
DamonKingsley’s already halfway to his car when he shouts over his shoulder, "Nah, man. This is wild. Let’s go!"But I don’t move. I don’t even blink. My eyes are still glued to my phone screen, frozen on the image that just came in.Blindfolded. Hands tied behind her back. Her body curled on that concrete floor that looks as cold and dead as the silence between us now.D!! Kingsley barks again, more urgent now. But I barely register the sound. My mind is racing.How recent is this photo? How long has she been lying like that? Was this taken just now? Yesterday? Right after they took her?Kingsley’s suddenly beside me, shaking my shoulder. “Let’s go. Come on. We don’t have time.”That breaks the spell. I blink, shut the phone, slide into the driver’s seat like muscle memory, and fire the engine. He does the same in his car, and just like that, we’re gone.The tyres screech as we shoot out onto the road.We’re headed to the second guy, the one Kingsley swears can do what Todd couldn’t
Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 138 - Memories That Haunt
DamonIt’s three days now. Seventy-two full hours since A was taken. That number loops in my head like some sick timer I can’t shut off. And still, nothing. No lead, no voice on the other end of a call, no whisper. Nothing but silence, like the world’s holding its breath.I’m on the couch, back against the leather, staring at the ticking clock on Kingsley’s wall like it owes me something. It's 2:00 p.m.Two hours to go.Two hours till I’m on the road again, heading back to Todd. The moment that clock strikes four, I’m out of here. I called him this morning, my voice low and calm, but laced with enough threat to shake his spine.“Forty-eight hours on the dot,” I told him. “You better have it.”He assured me he would. So help me God, if he doesn’t—I look across to the kitchen, and Kingsley’s typing furiously on his phone. His thumbs moving like he’s trying to punch the life out of his screen.“What’s got your knickers in a worse twist than mine?” I ask, not looking away from the clock.
Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 137 - Bait
AriaI don’t know how many hours it's been since the last sound I heard. Since the last human voice. Since the last sound of movement outside that tiny high window above my head. All I know is that I’m still here: on this cold, unforgiving floor, hands tied too tight behind me, and ankles bruised from twisting, pulling, and trying to ease the pain that won’t go away.My stomach growls, loud and angry. Like, it wants to make a scene all on its own. My throat is parched from all the dust I've been swallowing. I can barely make out enough saliva to swallow.I look up toward the window, the only source of light in this concrete box they’ve shoved me into. The daylight isn’t gone completely, but it’s dying, and it's just a soft, dull cast against the wall now.It has to be evening again.Which means… twenty-four hours. I’ve been here for a full day.And God knows how much longer they plan to keep me.Without food. Without water. Without answers.Who does this? Who takes someone and just le
Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 136 - They Started This
DamonI pull up right behind Kingsley’s car, the tires groaning against gravel as I throw the gear into park. The warehouse in front of us is everything I expected: worn-out, anonymous, and ugly as hell. It blends into the neighbourhood like a shadow. The kind of place nobody notices until something explodes.Kingsley’s already out, his phone pressed to his ear. I step out into the thick air, squinting at the sun slicing through a mess of rusted gutters and jagged rooftop lines.“I’m right outside,” he says into the phone, then ends the call. We don’t say anything. Just wait.A full minute ticks by before the huge metal door creaks open, revealing a guy who looks like he hasn’t left this place in weeks. Slacks. Loose shirt. And glasses too big for his face, with his hair like he fell asleep in the middle of an explosion.He nods to Kingsley, then turns to me.“Todd. Good afternoon.”I nod, following Kingsley inside as the door clanks shut behind us. Inside, it’s like stepping into a m
Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 135 - I Did This
DamonThe sunlight hits my face the second I step out of the hospital. But it doesn’t warn me. It doesn’t touch the weight sitting on my chest.It's almost twenty-four hours.No lead. No direction. Not even a fucking whisper.It just feels like we’re chasing smoke.I keep walking, the pavement crunching under my shoes as I head toward my car. My thoughts race at the pace with my steps. Kingsley's footsteps fall in rhythm behind me. I glance over my shoulder once, and he's there. He always is.But none of this feels real. Not the sun, not the cars, not the world moving on like nothing happened. A’s gone.I slide into the driver’s seat and slam the door shut. Kingsley opens the passenger side and drops in, exhaling like he hasn't breathed since the hospital.I don't waste time."What exactly do we have from the investigation at Ashbury Lane?" I ask, gripping the steering like I might twist answers out of the leather.Kingsley rubs his face. "We were tailing Marcus, man. For the most par
Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 134 - The Cost Of Five Seconds
DamonI’m weaving through traffic like it’s a damn obstacle course, one hand gripping the wheel, the other on my phone. I hit redial on Mark’s number.Come on.It rings. But he doesn’t answer.I check the side mirror, and Kingsley’s car is still behind me, tailing like a shadow. Good.I try again, and he picks this time. He’s already talking, his voice already panicked. “I’m sorry, sir. I–”“Where are you?” I snap. “And where the hell did you leave your phone?”“I’m at home,” he stammers. “I–”“Just save it,” I cut in. “You already know what I’m about to say. Not a single word of what happened today leaves your mouth. Even to yourself. If this leaks, I’ll know exactly where it came from.”“Got it, sir. Not a word.”“Keep your ears and eyes open, too. If there’s any strange movement back home, you report it.”“Noted.”“Also, the story you’ll be giving Eunice and any other gossiping mouth is that my wife and I are away for a while. That’s it.”“Yes, sir.”“And my room’s open. Supervise
Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 133 - Black Room
Aria Everything hurts.Not in that dramatic, post-fight, movie-scene kind of way. No. This hurts in a quiet, dull way. Like I’ve been lying on the wrong side of a hard floor for hours, and my limbs are trying to remember how to exist.My cheek is pressed against something cold and rough. Concrete, I think? Or maybe metal. Either way, it's not soft, and it definitely wasn’t designed for comfort. I shift slightly, and my shoulder screams. My wrists are stiff against each other. I try to move them, but they don’t budge. Something awfully tight is tied around them.My head pounds, my mouth is dry, and it’s dark in here. Not dim. Pitch black.There are no windows, and I can’t hear any sound either.Well, except the sound of me breathing. And even that feels off, shallow, and a little shaky.Where am I?What happened?I try to retrace my memory. The store. Yes. Then…cloth racks. Changing room. Smoke. Panic. Loud fire alarms.And then, those hands. Back exit. Then a cloth over my face. T
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