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Claimed by the billionaire Desperation
ELIZABETH POV It’s been a month and five days since I told Christian to stay away from me. And this time, he actually listened. No shadow lurking in the corners, no sudden visits, no arrogant voice calling me Red when I least expected it. Just silence. I should be relieved. I should be able to breathe again. But instead, I find myself missing him. Missing the chaos, the heat, the way his presence filled every space in my life whether I wanted it or not. And even when I fight it, a part of me wonders how he’s doing. Is he drowning himself in whiskey again? Is he thinking about me? About… us? I forced the thoughts down. I couldn’t let myself drown in that spiral again. So today, I decided to go out. Clear my head. The little bookstore in town had always been my safe place. Quiet. Steady. Somewhere I could hide inside stories that weren’t mine. I asked the café manager for a break, and he didn’t hesitate. Lately, he’s been unusually kind, he raised my pay, cut down my shifts. I k
Claimed by the billionaire How long?
ELIZABETH POV I had told Christian to leave me alone, but what I didn’t expect was to find him standing on my grandmother’s porch. My chest tightened instantly. Thankfully, Grandma and Hope weren’t home, if they were, this would’ve been a disaster. My grandmother? She would’ve chased him off with a broom. And Hope… God, the thought of him seeing her terrified me. What if the only reason he was here was because of her, not me? “What are you doing here, Christian? Are you stalking me now?” I asked, keeping my eyes anywhere but on his. Because I knew one look at him and my walls might crumble. “Yes,” he said without hesitation, stepping closer. “I’m stalking you. Because I can’t stay away from you.” His honesty slammed my face, leaving me breathless. I lifted a trembling hand between us, creating space that barely existed. “Stop. Don’t come any closer. Don’t make me… don’t make me file a restraining order against you.” The words came out sharp, I didn’t mean the restraining
Claimed by the billionaire Missed it all
CHRISTIAN POV The glass hit the counter harder than I meant, amber liquid splashing over my fingers. I didn’t even bother wiping it away. My chest felt like it was caving in, every breath jagged, useless. I downed the whiskey in one swallow. It burned, but nowhere near enough. Nothing ever could. Her tears. Her voice breaking when she told me to go. The way she looked at me like I was the very thing that destroyed her… it was worse than any bullet to the chest. I never begged anyone since I turned twenty, no one. But in that moment, with her tears cutting me open like blades, I would’ve dropped to my knees and begged if it meant undoing the damage I’d caused. The glass was too small for the storm inside me. I tossed it aside and seized the bottle of whiskey, pressing it to my lips and drinking until fire scorched my throat. Still, the pain in my chest refused to fade. Nothing dulled it. Nothing could. God, I wished the ground would split open and swallow me whole. She was
Claimed by the billionaire The truth
ELIZABETH POV “It was at an event I attended with my father, Jessica, and Josephine,” I admitted slowly. “Go on. Stop giving me pieces of the story,” he pushed, his tone sharp, like my half-answers were testing his patience. I drew in a shaky breath, my eyes dropping to the floor, I couldn’t look at him. “Okay. It was five years ago. A masked event. I saw a stranger in the room, and I ended up sleeping with him. I swear to God, I was stoned. Jessica had slipped something into my drink.” When I finally dared to lift my gaze, the sight of him knocked the air out of my lungs. His face had gone pale—if that was even the right word for it—and emotions flickered so fast in his eyes I couldn’t catch a single one. He staggered back a little, then let out a dark, hollow chuckle. “That night,” he said hoarsely, “you wore a red dress and a gold mask. Red gloss on your lips.” My heart nearly stopped. I nearly lost my mind at the way he recited the details. “How… how did yo
Claimed by the billionaire Talk
Elizabeth’s POV After what happened yesterday at the event, I dragged myself to the café the next morning. Work was better than sitting at home thinking about everything I couldn’t change. Christian was never going to see me for who I really was, and he’d never understand me. Alex’s words from last night kept circling in my head… or maybe it was the way he’d looked at Hope when he saw her. He knew something. I just didn’t know what. The thought made my stomach twist. I slipped two cups under the coffee machine, watching the dark liquid pour in. Once they filled, I set them on a tray and turned—only to nearly crash right into him. A loud gasp tore out of me. My grip faltered, the tray wobbling, but Christian’s hand shot out and caught it. He set it down firmly on the counter. “Careful,” he said, motioning to the plain white t-shirt stretched across his chest. “I’d hate to have to throw this out.” My chest tightened. What the hell was he doing here? How did he ev
Claimed by the billionaire Bring her home
CHRISTIAN POV The sharp clack of the cue ball echoed across the room as it struck a red, sending it rolling neatly into the corner pocket. I straightened, cue stick resting lightly against my palm, eyes fixed on the table though my mind was elsewhere. Playing alone had become a habit lately, it was easier to focus on the rhythm of the game than the silence of the house that used to hold Elizabeth’s chaos. “Where were you last night? You didn’t sleep at home,” Alex’s voice cut into the quiet, sharp and accusing. He sounded less like a friend and more like some clingy ex who couldn’t let go. I chalked the cue lazily, refusing to look at him. “And why should I tell you where I slept? Are you stalking me now?” I couldn’t admit the truth—that I hadn’t been sleeping here at all. That the thought of coming back to Elizabeth’s absence, to the untouched sheets and that hollow silence, felt like punishment. God, I missed her noise. “No, I wasn’t stalking you,” he shot back, irritation
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