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Claimed by the billionaire Snooping around?
Elizabeth POV The hallway was quiet, way too quiet. My footsteps barely made a sound on the thick carpet, but inside, my heart was pounding like I was walking into forbidden territory. Because I was. Christian’s room was off-limits. Everyone in this house knew that. Nana had been too ill to get out of bed tonight, and for some reason, she trusted me to bring him the whiskey he asked for. Me, of all people. I hesitated outside his door, then turned the knob slowly. It creaked open with a weighty groan, like the room itself disapproved of my presence. I stepped in slowly, the door clicking shut behind me. I clutched the bottle of whiskey tighter, trying not to feel how out of place I was. His room was dark. Not in the sense of light, but in mood. The walls were painted a rich charcoal, heavy curtains were pulled halfway over the tall windows, and the only source of light came from a lamp near the bed—low and golden, casting long shadows across the floor. I took in the sp
Claimed by the billionaire Take off your shirt
Christian pov I didn't know how many drinks I had. All I could remember was Daniel walking into my bar and assisting me to my room like he managed to do. He didn't say anything to me, or if he did, I didn't remember. Everything after that moment was lost in a haze. Sitting up in my bed, I glared at the water and painkillers left over for me. If it weren't for the headache, I would have gladly left them there to rot. Without touching the water, I swooped up the pills and swallowed them. Getting up from my bed, I strolled over to the restroom. My attention immediately shot to the shower. For some strange reason, I couldn't help but think back to that girl. Elizabeth. Her body in that skimpy dress—if that’s even a dress— the way she swayed her hips, it was still stuck in my head. She surprised me. The mere thought was enough to make my dick throb. "Fuck," I muttered. I couldn't help but to turn on the water that immediately went sprawling out the shower head. I did
Claimed by the billionaire Sleep well Mrs Reed
Christian pov The house was quiet. Too quiet. It had been this way for days no footsteps echoing in the hallway, no scent of her perfume lingering in the living room, no accidental glances. Just silence, and the ghost of her presence moving around me like smoke I couldn't catch. She’d been avoiding me. And maybe that was smart. Maybe I deserved it. She barely came down to eat. She didn’t try to talk to me. She moved like a ghost and I let her. Because if I confronted her now, I might say something I wouldn’t take back. Or worse—I might touch her again. I came home late again, later than usual. I told myself it was work, but it wasn’t. I just didn’t want to face what the air between us had turned into. The look in her eyes that morning—hurt, defiance, and something else I hadn’t dared to name—it hadn’t left my mind since. I loosened my tie as I walked through the hallway, my footsteps echoing against polished marble. The staff had all turned in. Nana was nowher
Claimed by the billionaire You wear my name
Christian pov She knocked once. Soft. Like she was scared to even touch the door. Good. She should be. “Come in,” I said, not bothering to look up from the folder in my hands. She stood in front of me like a girl caught stealing — posture tense, hands fidgeting, eyes avoiding mine. But all I could think about was the way she looked twelve hours ago. Sweaty, wild and lost in music. The fucking center of attention. Men stared like she was theirs to take. And she didn’t even flinch. The same girl who sat silent as a lamb during our contract signing. The same girl who barely looked me in the eye, who looked like she'd shatter if I raised my voice. I thought she was dull. Easily forgettable. A mistake I could tolerate. But last night? She wasn’t forgettable. She was fire. Dangerous. Reckless. And she was mine. She didn’t speak, just stood there like she didn’t know what to do next. That made two of us. Who the hell was she? I should’ve tossed her out the mo
Claimed by the billionaire Hungover
ELIZABETH POV The pounding in my head felt like a punishment. Like karma with steel boots. I groaned and rolled onto my side, pressing my palm against my forehead. My mouth was dry, my stomach queasy, and everything smelled like regret. Regret... and perfume. My dress was still on. My shoes were off. The glitter on my skin had transferred to the silk sheets, like guilt tattooed in shimmer. I didn’t have to remember everything to know I messed up. But then it hit me. Christian. I shot upright. “Oh, shit,” I muttered, wincing at the sting behind my eyes. The memories came in flashes: the bass thumping in my veins, the drinks, the girls, the dancing. His voice cutting through it all like a blade. That furious look on his face. The hard grip on my waist. His hand smacking my ass in front of the whole damn club. My cheeks flamed with embarrassment. Or was it shame? You belong to me now. I shivered. I flopped back against the pillows, burying my face in my ha
Claimed by the billionaire You like playing the slut?!
Christian POV I pushed out of the club’s entrance, the heavy door slamming shut behind me, silencing the chaos. The guards were already waiting by the car, tension carved into their stances as they opened the back door. I dropped her down—none too gently—her feet wobbling in those ridiculous high heels. She swayed. I caught her chin between my fingers, forcing her to meet my eyes. “Jesus,” I muttered darkly, leaning in, “you reek of alcohol.” Her lips were parted, glossy and red from too much lipstick, her eyes glassy, unfocused. She looked up at me like a fucking lamb caught in the wolf’s jaws. “Did you forget you’re someone’s wife, Elizabeth? My wife ffs! Or did you come out tonight hoping to be reminded what that means?” She said nothing. Smart girl. I dragged my thumb across her bottom lip, smearing the red gloss. “You think you can flash this mouth, this body… and I’ll just look the other way?” I smiled. Cold. Dangerous. “Get in the car.Elizabeth” She slid
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