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Chapter 64 - Shifting Grounds
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Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 132 – Smoke and Silence
DamonI'm moving before I even know I'm moving. One second, I'm frozen in the hallway; the next, I'm barreling toward the door. My hand snatches the keys off the console, and I don't even pause long enough to think.Outside, the air is thick with the kind of tension that presses on your chest. Like the sky's holding its breath with me. The clouds look ready to crack open, and I honestly wish they would. I need something to give.I swing the door open, slide into the driver’s seat, and slam it shut. The bouquet is still on the passenger seat. I don't even look at it now. The car growls to life, and my foot hits the gas harder than I should. Gravel kicks up behind me as I round the curve of the waterfall and tear through the driveway. The iron gates crawl open like they don’t understand urgency. I don't wait. I squeeze through the half-gap, close enough to scrape the mirrors, but I don't stop.The streets blur. Headlights, taillights, and pedestrians fade in and out of sight, and I weav
Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 131 - So Much For Perfect Timing
DamonKingsley’s staring at me like I’ve finally come to my senses. No words yet. Just that tight, expectant silence that weighs more than his lectures ever could.Eventually, he sets his fork down with this slow, deliberate clink, leans forward a bit, and goes, “So what now?”I exhale hard and drag a hand through my hair, eyes burning from too many nights and not enough rest.“I’m telling her. I’m not playing this bullshit game anymore. It’s done. I’m done.”His brow twitches, eyes narrowing like he’s trying to see through me. “You sure? You know what happens after that.”I glance at him sideways. “What’re you saying? Weren’t you the one yelling at me to stay the hell away from Bianca and Friends? Now you’re telling me to take it slow?”He holds his hands up. “No, don’t get me wrong. I was just trying to stop you from diving headfirst into that fire. I didn’t want you using someone else as a band-aid. I wanted you to wait. Let things unfold the way they should.”I shoot him a look. “
Claimed By The Billionaire Chapter 130 - Damage Report
DamonThe elevator doors slide shut behind me with a whisper, sealing me into this glass-and-steel illusion of quiet. Polished brass rails line the walls, and soft instrumental music hums low from hidden speakers. The air smells like pinewood polish and clean air. It’s all too serene for the chaos rolling in my chest.I lean back against the mirrored wall, with one hand still in my pocket, and the other gripping my phone. My reflection stares back at me, revealing my tight jaw and my eyes, already miles away.How the hell do I start this conversation with A?Do I start with an apology? Some vague, cover-all statement that says sorry without really saying it?Or do I just dive into it all? The mess I made, the lies I let pile up, the fact that I kept her in this sham even after I knew she wasn’t Ava? And worse, how I dragged her to Vancouver with that truth already burning a hole in my gut. Or how I have the nerve to feel this much for her when I’ve done nothing but put roadblocks in h
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.
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