Owned By The Enemy

IVY'S POV The words hung between us. It was sharp. It was dangerous. ‘I’m not—’‘In name only, to the public. In private…’ His eyes caught mine and held them, something dangerous sparking in his steel blue eyes. ‘You’ll belong to me. For about a year.’The floor seemed to tilt under me. ‘You’re insane.’‘Perhaps. But you’re desperate.’I wanted to tell him to go to hell. I wanted to turn and run. But behind me, down the corridor, Emily’s monitor kept beeping like some sort of mocking reminder that the time was ticking. ‘Why me?’ I whispered.His smile didn’t reach his eyes. ‘Because you’re perfect for what I need.’‘I’ll never agree to that.’He leaned closer, his breath ghosting against my ear. ‘You will. By the time I walk out of this hospital, you’ll be mine.’I swallowed hard, heat and ice warring in my veins. ‘And if I say no?’He straightened, gaze hardening to granite. ‘Then you would be responsible for the death of your sister. Her blood will be in your hands.’My breath ca

Sebastian's POV‘I’m not here for your entertainment,’ she shot back at Jaxon words.He stepped closer, slow and deliberate. ‘You will be. No.’ He smirked, ‘You already are.’Lucien took the seat beside her, his eyes on her face. ‘I think she’ll need… correction.’Rafael said nothing, only watching her the way a predator watches prey.I placed the pen on the table between us. ‘Sign.’She didn’t move.‘You have five minutes,’ I said. ‘After that, my offer expires.’The clock on the wall ticked. One minute passed. Then two. She reached for the pen with a shaking hand.Her signature was small and bent around the edges from her shaky hands.‘Good,’ I said, taking the papers. ‘Now, your first test.’She looked up, wary. ‘What?’‘You’ll follow Jaxon. He’ll give you an order. You’ll obey it without question.’Her lips parted. ‘What kind of order?’‘You’ll find out.’I nodded to him. He grinned, moving to stand in front of her. ‘On your knees.’She froze.‘You heard him,’ I said softly.Her j

Sebastian Wolfe did not rush.He never had to.The room seemed to recalibrate itself around him—the air heavier, the silence sharper. Rafael straightened almost imperceptibly. Jaxon’s casual ease vanished, replaced by alert precision. Even Lucien shifted, his attention narrowing, sharpening.Ivy felt it all.She stayed seated, though every instinct screamed at her to stand, to move, to do something. Sebastian remained near the doorway, his presence filling the space without effort, dark eyes fixed on her as if she were the only thing worth observing.Ivy swallowed.“So,” she said, forcing the word past her throat, “you finally came to see me.”A faint curve touched his mouth. Not a smile. An acknowledgment.“I’ve been watching you for a while now,” Sebastian replied. “You just weren’t aware.”He moved then, unhurried steps carrying him closer. Ivy’s pulse spiked with each one until he stopped across the table from her.Up close, he was worse.Not cruel-looking. Not cold in the obvious

The penthouse was too quiet.Not the comfortable kind of quiet that came with safety or rest, but the heavy kind that settled into Ivy Harper’s bones and refused to move. Night pressed against the glass walls, in the city sprawling below in a thousand restless lights, and for the first time since she had stepped into Sebastian Wolfe’s world, she felt like the city was watching her back.She stood barefoot on the cool marble floor, arms folded loosely around herself, pretending not to notice the way Sebastian and Rafael had positioned themselves without speaking.Sebastian near the windows.Rafael closer than necessary.Always calculated. Always deliberate.“You’re thinking again,” Sebastian said calmly, as if he had merely commented on the weather.Ivy let out a soft breath. “You say that like it’s a crime.”“In this house,” Rafael drawled from behind her, “it usually is.”She turned her head slightly, just enough to meet his eyes over her shoulder. There was no smile on his face this

The penthouse felt different.Not quieter in a peaceful way — quieter like something fragile had cracked and everyone was pretending not to see it. The city stretched endlessly beyond the glass walls, lights flickering like distant stars, but inside the room the air carried a tension that refused to settle.Ivy stood near the window, arms wrapped around herself. Morning had come and gone, yet the weight of the night before still clung to her skin — heat replaced by distance, closeness replaced by something colder.Rafael leaned against the bar, watching nothing in particular. Lucien sat on the edge of the console table scrolling through security feeds, while Jaxon paced slowly, restless energy radiating from him.They weren’t taking orders.They were deciding things together.Sebastian Wolfe entered last, adjusting the cuff of his shirt as if nothing in the world had shifted. His presence pulled every gaze toward him, not out of obedience — but because he carried gravity the others na