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Chapter 7 - Dressed In Deception
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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
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
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