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Chapter 142 - Blood Doesn't Make You Family
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Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 144 - Truth Between Tongues
DamonShe coughs. “Please. I need water.”I don’t move at first. Because I really don’t care, and everything in me is still trying to wrap itself around the fact that she’s really here, spewing shit. Making excuses.She coughs, dry and raspy, like she hasn’t had a drop in hours.“Damon. Please,” she manages.I nod toward the kitchen. “Fridge.”My eyes never leave her as she gets up and walks over, still a little shaky, probably from the weight of guilt or exhaustion or both.She pulls the handle.Then she screams.I shoot up. “What the hell, Ava?! Why are you screaming?!”She doesn't respond right away. Just stands there, frozen, then finally swallows and points toward the hallway.I follow her line of sight—and jolt back.“Jesus. Kingsley. What the hell?”He steps forward, hands tucked in his pockets, and a grin tugging at his lips.“Sorry, man. I’ve been rooted there since the minute I stepped out.”I let out a breath and drop back onto the couch. “You scared me, man. I was about to
Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 143 - A Reckoning Long Overdue
DamonI don’t even realize how tightly I’ve been clenching my fists until I feel my nails digging into my palms.Ava scrambles toward me, desperation written all over her face. Her fingers wrap around my leg like she thinks clinging to me will somehow reverse everything that’s happened.“Please. What do we do?”What do we do?I kick her off me without thinking, the fury rolling through me like wildfire.“We? You’ll be locked up in this house. In cuffs. Till I get her back. And even then. You won’t go free.”She swallows hard, her throat visibly tensing. “Alright. But please, how can I help?”I don’t answer right away. I walk over to the couch and drop into it, not because I’m tired, but because I need to separate myself from Ava's chaos of the last fifteen minutes. I need space from her. From the fact that she’s even here.I nod toward the opposite couch. “Sit.”She gets up from the floor and perches delicately, like the weight of her guilt won’t let her sit fully. She's latching tigh
Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 142 - Blood Doesn't Make You Family
DamonIt hits me like a brick to the skull.Ava.In Kingsley's living room.What the actual fuck.I don’t even have time to process it before my body moves on instinct. I lunge forward, grab her by the wrists and yank her further into the room, I don't even let her catch her breath before I storm back to the door. I pull it open and check both sides of the street. It's still empty and dead quiet.Better.If there was someone else with her, they're lucky they didn’t hang around, because they wouldn't leave unscathed.I slam the door behind me so hard it rattles the hinges. Then, I lock it. Snatch the key and shove it into my pocket.She winces as I drag her, but I don’t care. Pain is the least she deserves right now."Start talking!" I bark.She drops to her knees, hands up like that’s going to do a damn thing. “Please, Damon, just listen. I can explain. It wasn’t supposed to get this far.”The sound of her voice alone makes my skin crawl. She's here. She's real. And she has the audaci
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
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