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CHAPTER 22: ATTACK
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2026-05-28 18:10:27
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OWNED IN THE DARK CHAPTER 26: SHOCK 2
CIARAThe air in the Victorian cottage always felt coldest right before dawn.I woke up with the smell of woodsmoke and Mathew’s skin still clinging to my hair, but the couch beside me was empty. I sat up, the cashmere robe sliding loosely over my bare shoulders. My body ached with a deep, throbbing soreness—a physical reminder of the unyielding, heavy rhythm Mathew had used to drive the outside world out of my head. For a few hours on that brick hearth, the silver medical bracelets and the blurred faces in the Mayfair corridors hadn't mattered. There was only the friction of his skin, the gravelly break in his voice, and the absolute certainty that whoever I had been before the crash, I had belonged to him.Then I saw him.Mathew was sitting at the small wooden desk in the far corner focussed on his laptop. He hadn't dressed; he was just in his dark sweatpants, his broad back hunched forward, his shoulders rigid like a statue carved from granite. He was so still he didn't even seem
OWNED IN THE DARK CHAPTER 25: SHOCK 1
MATHEWThe safehouse in Richmond didn’t look like a fortress from the outside. It was a low, Victorian cottage wrapped in thick ivy, hidden at the end of a long, private lane that bled into the dark expanses of Richmond Park. But beneath the brick and the slate, Louis’s security team had turned it into a digital cage. The perimeter was lined with high-frequency infrared sensors, and the windows were reinforced with ballistic laminate that rattled softly against the relentless onslaught of the midnight storm.Upstairs, Adam was fast asleep, tucked into a small bedroom with a security guard stationed right outside his door.Downstairs, the silence was suffocating.I sat on the worn leather sofa in front of the brick fireplace, a glass of neat Scotch resting between my thighs. Patient Two.The ghost in our heads wasn't a corporate spy. It wasn't a disgruntled uncle or a bitter ex. It was someone who knew our blood types, our medical histories, and the exact coordinates of our lives befo
OWNED IN THE DARK CHAPTER 24: OWNED
CIARAI'm sat in a meeting with my staff where I am completely lost in thought as I reflect on things while I feel the warm presence of Mathew in between my thighs even after hours.The private elevator bell chimed in the reception lobby. A few seconds later, the outer door opened, and a deep, familiar resonance cut through the sterile office hum."I'm here for the emergency co-parenting meeting with Ciara," Mathew’s voice was smooth, professional, and completely devoid of the gravelly roar he had used in the Shoreditch loft. "She is expecting me."My fingers tightened around the edge of my tablet.The double doors clicked open, and my temporary assistant cleared her throat. "Ms. Ciara? Mr. Mathew is here to see you.""Show him in," I said, "And close the doors behind you. We are not to be disturbed until I send for you."Mathew stepped into the room. He was wearing a dark charcoal overcoat that broad-shouldered his frame, the collar turned up against the London drizzle. He looked eve
OWNED IN THE DARK CHAPTER 23: SECRET AFFAIR
MATHEW"Are you sure she's on her way to me?"The private elevator chime cut through the silence—a single, clean electronic note.The doors slid open directly into the loft. A sharp, rhythmic clicking echoed across the polished concrete floor—the unmistakable, lethal strike of high heels. I didn't drop the strip of linen tape I was unwrapping from my knuckles. I just watched her move past the minimalist kitchen, her silhouette cutting through the low ambient light.Ciara looked like a specter of vengeance in a dripping wet silk trench coat, her dark hair plastered to her neck by the storm. Her skin was pale, almost transparent, but her eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that made the hair on my arms stand up."You didn't answer your phone," she said, her voice a low, dangerous vibration."I was cleaning up," I replied, my voice gravelly. I stood up slowly, my eyes dropping to her hands. She wasn't carrying a weapon, but her fingers were clenched into white-knuckled fists. "Louis
OWNED IN THE DARK CHAPTER 22: ATTACK
CIARA"My entire penthouse looks like a cartoon ground.""He's got your stubborn streak, you know," Carlista murmured, stepping up beside me and handing me a glass of champagne. She nodded toward the lawn, where Adam was aggressively defending his birthday cake from a French bulldog. "Look at him. He won't let anyone near that frosting."I let out a soft laugh, the tight knot in my chest loosening just a fraction. "He’s three, Carlista. He thinks he owns the world.""Well, he inherits it from you, so he’s not entirely wrong," she replied with a wink, before her eyes drifted toward the edge of the property. Her smile faltered. "Speaking of people who think they own things... look who just arrived."I followed her gaze. Walking through the white floral archway was Louis. He looked imposing even in a casual button-down shirt, his broad shoulders and hard posture completely at odds with the soft, festive atmosphere. He didn't have his usual easygoing expression. His eyes were scanning th
OWNED IN THE DARK CHAPTER 21: MOLE
CIARA"I don't give a rats ass what uncle Ray thinks. I pay your salary so you listen to me. This is the last time I'm having this conversation...if I have to repeat myself then consider yourself fired." I slammed my phone down in irritation. "The Q3 distribution audits for the Horizon project are finalized, Ms. Ciara," my junior secretary, said as she stepped into my office. Her voice was steady, but I caught the slight tremor in her fingers as she set the leather-bound folder on my desk."Thank you, I said without looking up from my tablet. "Did you ensure the encryption keys for the digital masters were rotated this morning?""Yes, ma'am. First thing at eight o'clock.""Excellent. You can go."The door clicked shut behind her. I waited exactly thirty seconds. Then, I slid my reading glasses down my nose, closed the audit folder without looking at it, and turned on the secondary monitor hidden beneath the recess of my desk.On the screen, a real-time digital mirror of Liana's desk
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