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Chapter 2: The Devil’s Game
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Owned by Billionaire Chapter 145 – The Weight of Silence
The quiet wasn’t peaceful.It was suffocating.Elena sat on the edge of the hospital bed where Killian lay, his skin pale, his chest rising and falling in that slow, shallow rhythm that mocked her with every breath. Machines beeped softly in the background—too soft, too indifferent—like they didn’t know who he was, what he meant.She hadn’t slept. Not really. There was a blanket draped over her shoulders, given to her by a nurse whose face she couldn’t even remember now. Her hands were cold. Her heart colder. But her eyes remained locked on him like they were stitched to his outline.Killian Graves—ruthless, brilliant, infuriatingly stubborn—had taken a bullet for her. And now here he was, caught between worlds, silent."I told you not to make this a story of sacrifice," she whispered, reaching out to brush the back of her fingers against his cheek. "You promised me we’d come through this together. So where the hell are you now?"The room didn’t answer. The silence was its own cruel l
Owned by Billionaire Chapter 144 – Lines in the Ashes
The morning sky had barely begun to shift from indigo to gray when Elena stood in the training yard of the Graves estate, her hands wrapped in black bandages, her hair tied back, the chill of the dawn clinging to her bare arms.She struck the heavy bag again and again, each blow sharp, controlled, but trembling with something beneath the surface—rage, grief, fear. All of it twisted together like a storm in her blood.Killian watched her from the patio, leaning heavily on a cane Reid had forced him to use while his ribs continued to heal. He didn’t interrupt. He just watched. She needed this. Not because she was preparing for a war—though that, too, was inevitable—but because it was the only way she knew how to breathe right now.Each strike was a memory. Her mother’s scream. Her father’s empty eyes. Dante walking away. Victor laughing in the shadows. Killian bleeding on the floor. Every ounce of powerlessness she’d ever tasted came out through her fists.When she finally stopped, ches
Owned by Billionaire Chapter 143 – A Fragile Kind of Hope
The morning sun spilled through the windows, casting golden streaks across the marble floors of the estate. Everything was quiet—eerily so, as if the world was holding its breath in the wake of everything that had shattered, bled, and tried to rebuild. Elena sat at the edge of the bed, her hands folded in her lap, her gaze lost on the floor.Killian slept behind her, his chest rising and falling steadily. The wound—though brutal—was healing. Slowly. Painfully. But he was alive. That truth, fragile and brilliant, still hadn’t fully settled in her bones.She didn’t want to move, afraid that even the creak of the floor beneath her would break the fragile thread tethering them to this moment of peace.Peace.That word felt foreign on her tongue.“Elena,” came a rasp behind her, and she turned instantly.Killian’s eyes were open, a bit bleary but alert. He was propped on one elbow, looking at her as if she were the only constant he could trust in this unraveled world.“You’re awake,” she w
Owned by Billionaire Chapter 142 – What We Rebuild
The silence after Sophia’s surrender felt deafening.Her gun lay forgotten on the floor, its cold metal glinting beneath the overhead lights. She didn’t cry. She didn’t scream. She just knelt there on the hardwood, shoulders squared as if even defeat had to be carried like a weapon.Elena stood frozen in the threshold, heart pounding in the hollow of her chest. Her breath came in shallow, jagged bursts. Every muscle ached from tension, but she didn’t let herself move—not until she was sure this moment wasn’t going to fall apart like the dozens before it.Killian gave a sharp nod to Reid, who moved forward and restrained Sophia with practiced efficiency. She didn’t resist.“I want the rest of the estate cleared,” Killian said, his voice like steel. “Top to bottom. Anyone left standing gets questioned. Anyone who shoots—”“Gets dropped,” Reid finished without missing a beat, already signaling the team through his comms.Dante stood unmoving in front of Elena. His chest rose and fell, ey
Owned by Billionaire Chapter 141 – The Quiet Before
The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, warm and golden, wrapping the quiet room in a glow that made everything feel fragile and too perfect to last. Elena lay still, eyes open, watching the way the rays filtered through the sheer curtains. The world outside was waking up, but inside the room, there was only the gentle rise and fall of Killian’s breath beside her.He hadn’t stirred. His face, usually so guarded, was soft in sleep. Vulnerable. Like the man who’d once whispered promises in a church pew, before the world had tried to take everything from them.Her fingers brushed his jaw, careful not to wake him. She wasn’t ready to break the silence between them, not yet. Not after everything. Not after the warehouse, the blood, the fear that had carved new scars inside her.But today was different.Because they’d survived.Because they were still here. Together.Elena rose quietly, slipping from the bed and moving to the window. She pulled the curtain aside and stared out at
Owned by Billionaire Chapter 140: What We Choose
The rain came softly that morning, tapping against the windows like a gentle whisper. Elena woke to the sound of it and lay still for a moment, her eyes half open, watching the patterns it painted on the glass. Killian’s arm was draped loosely over her waist, his breathing even, the warmth of his body grounding her.Peace, she’d learned, wasn’t always dramatic. Sometimes it came quietly, like this.She turned slightly to look at him. His dark lashes were shadows against his cheekbones, and for a man who had carried entire empires on his shoulders, he looked almost… vulnerable in sleep.Elena smiled faintly and brushed a lock of hair from his forehead.He stirred at her touch. “Staring at me again?” he murmured without opening his eyes.“Maybe.”“Did I drool?”“No. You just looked… peaceful.”He cracked an eye open. “That’s because I slept next to you.”Her heart did that thing again—fluttered without her permission. She was still getting used to this version of Killian. Not the ruthle
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