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Chapter Two hundred and forty one

Author: Blessing. B
last update publish date: 2026-07-23 23:58:46

DAMIEN'S POV

I push open the heavy doors and step inside.

The prison corridor is dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of disinfectant and despair. I make my way toward the cell block where Samson was held, my footsteps echoing off the concrete walls.

When I reach his cell, I stop.

The door is open. Inside, a body lies on the floor, covered with a white sheet. Two guards stand nearby, their faces grim.

"Mr. Cross," one of them says, stepping forward. "We weren't expecting you."

"I need
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  • Owned By My Best Friend's Father   Chapter Two hundred and forty one

    DAMIEN'S POV I push open the heavy doors and step inside. The prison corridor is dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of disinfectant and despair. I make my way toward the cell block where Samson was held, my footsteps echoing off the concrete walls. When I reach his cell, I stop. The door is open. Inside, a body lies on the floor, covered with a white sheet. Two guards stand nearby, their faces grim. "Mr. Cross," one of them says, stepping forward. "We weren't expecting you." "I need to see him." "Sir, I don't think—" "I said I need to see him." The guard exchanges a glance with his partner, then nods reluctantly. He pulls back the sheet. Samson's face is pale, his eyes half-open, his mouth frozen in a silent scream. I stare at the body, my mind goes blank. He's dead. He's actually dead. The threats he made, the promises to find Leah, to take her, to.… all gone. He can't hurt her anymore. And yet, I feel no relief. Only a cold, hollow emptiness. Elric's face flashes

  • Owned By My Best Friend's Father   Chapter Two hundred and forty

    DAMIEN'S POVI yank the car door open and slide into the back seat, slamming it shut so hard the whole car shakes.My hands tingle and are still raw from punching Samson earlier but it's nothing compared to the burning rage in my chest "Drive" I say in a flat and cold voice.Marcus glances at me in the rearview mirror. "Where to, sir?""Anywhere Marcus, figure it out just drive" I snapped at him and immediately felt bad but I didn't apologize.He doesn't ask any more questions and pulls away from the curb into the traffic.Samson's mocking voice keeps replaying in my head I'll find her. I'll take her. And maybe I'll even make you a grandfather when I'm done.Each time my chest clenches a little tighter until it becomes so tight I can't breathe in the car."Pull over" I say suddenly. "Pull over now."“Sir? Are you….” Marcus ask“I say pull over right now Marcus’” I yell at him He looks at me through the mirror but knows better than to argue before pulling over to the side of the road

  • Owned By My Best Friend's Father   Chapter Two hundred and thirty nine

    ISABELLA'S POV The penthouse was quiet except for the soft clink of ice in my glass as I poured myself another drink. The city lights stretched out below the floor-to-ceiling windows like a sea of stars, but tonight they brought me no comfort. I had been pacing the living room for the last twenty minutes, my heels clicking against the marble floor, when my phone rang. An unknown number calling at this hour? I almost ignored it. Almost. But something in my gut told me I needed to answer. I pressed the phone to my ear. “Hello?” The voice on the other end was cold and professional. “Samson is dead.” The glass slipped from my fingers and shattered on the floor. Red wine spread across the white marble. “What?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “He was killed in custody. Made to look like suicide but we both know it isn't be careful.” The line went dead before I could say another word. I stood there frozen in the middle of the broken glass, staring at the phone in my hand.

  • Owned By My Best Friend's Father   Chapter Two hundred and thirty eight

    ELRIC'S POV I don't know how long I stayed on that cold floor. My knees hurt and my throat was raw from screaming. My father's hand was still in mine, cold and stiff, completely lifeless. The officers eventually managed to pull me away. I didn't fight them this time. I had no strength left. They led me to a small waiting room down the hall. Someone handed me a cup of water but I didn't drink it. I just sat there staring at the floor with the image of my father's pale face burned into my mind. Cassian's text kept flashing in my head. He failed me, no loose ends. He had killed him. My father had been loyal to him for years and Cassian threw him away like trash the second he became a problem. I hated him. I hated Damien. I hated all of it. After what felt like hours I finally stood up. My legs felt weak. I walked out of the precinct into the rain without saying another word to anyone. I stood by the sidewalk letting the rain wash over me. After what felt like hours I went back

  • Owned By My Best Friend's Father   Chapter Two hundred and thirty seven

    ELRIC'S POV The safe house felt too quiet. I sat on the edge of the couch, staring at the floor, my mind spinning in circles. Sophie was in the living room with me, curled up with her knees to her chest, scrolling through her phone. She still looked so small and fragile after everything we’d been through. I couldn’t sit here any longer. I stood up and walked over to her. She looked up at me, her eyes tired but alert. “I’m going out for a bit,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need to see Dad. I’ll be back soon, okay?” Sophie’s face changed. She sat up straighter. “You’re going to the precinct?” “Yeah.” She was quiet for a second, then nodded. “Do you have to?” I forced a small smile and ruffled her hair like I used to. “Yes I do, don't worry about me. Stay with your mom and make sure you don't go anywhere.” I grabbed my jacket and left before the guilt could stop me. The rain was pouring hard as I got into the car. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking on the steering wh

  • Owned By My Best Friend's Father   Chapter Two hundred and thirty six

    SAMSON'S POV I walk back to my cell with a smile on my face seeing Damien's frustrated face and watching him lose his cool made my day. This is just the beginning of his nightmare. We are barely getting started. I'll be out of here. The guards shoved me inside after the phone call, the heavy metal door slamming shut with a finality that echoed down the corridor. I sat down on the cold concrete bench, leaning my head against the damp wall. My shoulder still burned. My face was swollen and every breath hurt. But I smiled. Cassian would handle it. He always did. He’d get me out. I just had to wait. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the stench of piss and despair that clung to the cell. The thin mattress felt like concrete under me. The small barred window let in almost no light. I turned around and I was about to lie down on the disgusting bed when I heard hurried footsteps. The same older guard who brought me in just now stopped in front of my cell. “Samson. Your lawyer’s h

  • Owned By My Best Friend's Father   Chapter Eighty-four

    DAMIEN POVI pick up my phone and dial Marcus's number “Send a car immediately” I say as soon as he picks up the phone.Within thirty minutes he's parked across the street, and I leave without saying anything to anyone.Mrs Hayes had returned to her room, and Leah was asleep upstairs.The morning

  • Owned By My Best Friend's Father   Chapter Eighty-one

    LEAH POV"Damien?"My voice comes out smaller than I intended. I'm still standing in the doorway, the cool night air slipping in through the crack behind me.He's on my couch, legs hanging over the armrest, the loose shirt doing little to hide the bandages around his ribs. He looks uncomfortable a

  • Owned By My Best Friend's Father   Chapter Eighty

    DAMIEN POVI keep adjusting my posture on the couch that is too small for me.I hang my legs over the armrest every move I make sends an ache through my bandaged ribs.I should be in my own bed in my penthouse, surrounded by silence and space that doesn't smell like cheap detergent and leftover tak

  • Owned By My Best Friend's Father   Chapter Thirty

    UNKNOWN POVUnder the harsh white glare of the floodlights, the private jet waits on the Miami Executive Airport tarmac.The humid night air is filled with a steady, low rumble as the engines idle. With his jacket slung carelessly over one shoulder, Damien Cross rushes across the asphalt in his rum

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