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Elizabeth POV

These days feel too much like the ones after I got pregnant with Hope — when my father shipped me off to my grandmother’s tiny house like I was something shameful to hide. Except this is so much worse. Back then, I was young, scared, and broken, but I still had hope flickering somewhere inside me. Now? There’s nothing left but this heavy, suffocating

emptiness that follows me everywhere.

Lily has been carrying us again. She’s too old for this, but she won’t stop. This morni
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  • Claimed by the billionaire    Nowhere

    Elizabeth POV These days feel too much like the ones after I got pregnant with Hope — when my father shipped me off to my grandmother’s tiny house like I was something shameful to hide. Except this is so much worse. Back then, I was young, scared, and broken, but I still had hope flickering somewhere inside me. Now? There’s nothing left but this heavy, suffocating emptiness that follows me everywhere. Lily has been carrying us again. She’s too old for this, but she won’t stop. This morning she left before the sun was properly up for a cleaning job at some big office building downtown — scrubbing floors, washing windows, hauling trash that younger people complain about. Her back hurts constantly, I can see it in the way she moves when she thinks no one’s looking, but she still smiles at the kids and tells them stories like nothing’s wrong. All because of me. Because I didn’t listen to Christian. Because I walked us straight into Paul’s trap. She even got me two jobs — mornings

  • Claimed by the billionaire    New reality

    Elizabeth POV It’s been two weeks since Christian died, and none of it feels real yet. I keep waiting to wake up. Waiting for the moment when the nightmare ends and he walks through the door with that half-smirk on his face, calling me Red like he always did. But every morning I open my eyes in this tiny, suffocating room and the truth hits me again like a fist to the chest. He’s gone. Really gone. And I helped kill him. Three days after we got here, the shock took our unborn baby too. The doctor at the rundown clinic spoke in quiet, careful English, telling me my body couldn’t handle the grief. That I would lose more if I didn’t get help. I just nodded, signed whatever papers they put in front of me, and went home. Help? What kind of help could fix this? My kids are the ones who need saving. Not me. Daniella still doesn’t understand. She walks around the small apartment asking “Papa? Papa?” in her sweet, broken little voice every single day. Most times I freeze. I just sit th

  • Claimed by the billionaire    The news

    Elizabeth POV I couldn’t believe it. The words from the TV anchor kept repeating in my head like a broken record, but my body refused to move. I stood frozen in the middle of the aisle, supplies scattered at my feet — bandages, antiseptic wipes, little tubes of ointment. Everything I had grabbed for my babies’ wounds. None of it mattered now. Christian is dead. The screen showed twisted metal, flashing emergency lights, and a photo of him — my Christian — looking sharp and powerful in one of his suits. The kind of photo they used when important people died. The tires. I heard them again, screeching through the phone. The sound after his voice broke. The sound that came when I said you deserve to die and he had nothing left to say. The last thing I ever said to my husband was that he deserved to die. And then he died. People in the store started whispering. I felt their eyes on me. “That’s his wife… oh my God, she’s so young.” “Can’t believe she’s widowed at her age

  • Claimed by the billionaire    No. No. No.

    ELIZABETH POV “Now… let’s move to the second part.” Paul’s voice stayed calm, almost conversational, like this was just another business meeting. He gave a small signal to one of the men in black. The guy stepped forward holding a thick envelope. Paul took it, opened it with slow, deliberate movements, and held up what was inside. Tickets. “You know what these are, right?” he asked, waving them lightly in front of my face. I stared, throat tight. “Tickets.” “One-way tickets.” He fanned them slightly, letting me see the quantity. “For you. Your children.” He paused, the corner of his mouth lifting. “And the one who isn’t here right now.” My whole body went rigid. Hope. He meant Hope. “Where is she?” The words came out fast and sharp before I could stop them. “What did you do to her—” “Relax.” He waved a hand. “She’s safe. Of course.” Another pause, deliberate, well-timed. “Until you do what I tell you.” I clamped my mouth shut. Forced myself to breathe. “Of

  • Claimed by the billionaire    Pain and tears

    I woke up to nothing. Not pain. Not fear. Just… nothing. A heavy, suffocating numbness that wrapped around my skull like thick fog. My head throbbed dully, but it felt far away, like it belonged to someone else. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t listen. My arms were pinned behind me, wrists burning from tight ropes. A strip of tape pulled viciously at my mouth. My eyes fluttered open. The room was dim, lit by a single industrial bulb hanging from a ceiling too high to belong to any house. The walls were concrete. Raw and grey and damp at the edges. The floor beneath my feet was uneven. A warehouse. Or something close to it. The kind of place that didn’t exist on any map anybody cared about. Two huge men dressed in all black stood near the wall like statues carved from nightmares. Broad shoulders, dead eyes, the kind of men who could end a life without blinking or losing sleep over it. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. Their presence alone screamed danger. My hear

  • Claimed by the billionaire    End of a beginning

    Elizabeth POV “Hello, beautiful daughter-in-law.” The words slithered through the air like poison, freezing me where I stood. My mouth fell open in a silent gasp. Paul Reed — alive, breathing, standing right in front of me like some nightmare that refused to die. I blinked hard, once, twice, three times, desperately hoping my eyes were playing cruel tricks on me. But no. He was real. His face was a map of scars now, deep jagged lines cutting across his skin like someone had tried to carve him up and failed. He leaned heavily on a wooden cane, his posture twisted, but his eyes… those eyes were the same. Cold. Calculating. Evil. “You…” A broken sob tore out of my throat before I could stop it. Daniella immediately started wailing in my arms, her tiny body curling tighter against my chest as if she could feel the danger rolling off him. Liam tugged frantically at my free arm, his small fingers digging in with panic. “Mum? Mum, what’s wrong?” “I thought… I thought you were…,”

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