All Chapters of Mister Billionaire’s Treasure: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

84 Chapters

Chapter 1: The Blindfold

The moment consciousness returned, I knew something was wrong. A suffocating darkness swallowed my vision, thick and absolute, and for one horrifying second I thought I had lost my sight. My chest rose sharply as panic punched through me, but when I tried to blink the darkness away, all I felt was rough fabric scraping against my eyelids. A blindfold. Someone had tightly wrapped a cloth around my eyes, pressing painfully against my temples until sweat began trickling from my forehead down to my cheeks. My breathing turned uneven. I stayed motionless, forcing myself to listen. There were sounds everywhere. Loud music pounded from somewhere beyond the walls, so heavy that the vibrations seemed to crawl beneath my skin. Between the beats came bursts of laughter, the clinking of glasses, muffled voices, and occasional whistles that sounded as if some kind of celebration was happening nearby. Yet despite the lively noise, the room around me felt nothing but hostile. The air smelled foul

Chapter 2: Through the Devil’s Door

“What do you think you’re doing?” The question came out sharper than I intended, though the fear behind it was impossible to hide. The two men each took one of my arms, their grips firm but strangely cautious, as if I were some fragile object they had been ordered not to damage. The care in their handling did not comfort me. If anything, it made the dread in my stomach spread faster. People only handled things that carefully when those things were expensive. I swallowed against the sudden wave of nausea rising in my throat. My head had been spinning since I woke up, but now the dizziness seemed worse. The loud music pounding outside the room mixed horribly with the stench of smoke and alcohol drifting in through the open doorway. I had spent months working in a bar, so I was no stranger to liquor and late-night chaos, but this place felt entirely different. The smell here was heavier, dirtier, as though every sinful thing imaginable had soaked itself into the walls. “Just walk,” t

Chapter 3: The Highest Bid

When consciousness slowly returned, the first thing that reached me was the sound of clinking glasses and low conversations blending into one unsettling murmur. Men were talking somewhere beyond my line of sight, some laughing in deep satisfied tones, others speaking with the ease of people gathered for leisure. There was no pounding nightclub music this time, no flashing lights, only the contained noise of an audience waiting for something to begin.My head throbbed the moment I tried to lift it. A sharp ache spread from my neck down to my shoulders, and I sucked in a breath, only to realize that even the smallest movement felt unnaturally difficult. My body was weak, far weaker than it should have been, as though all strength had drained from my limbs while I was unconscious. Instinctively, I tried to move my arms, but the sudden metallic rattle above me made my eyes widen in alarm.Cold steel cuffs encircled both of my wrists and held them high above my head. I was pinned upright ag

Chapter 4: The Devil Who Bid a Trillion

The announcer recovered from his astonishment faster than the rest of the room, although the forced brightness in his laugh made it obvious that even he had not expected such a monstrous figure to be named so casually.“That is truly an extraordinary offer from one of the underworld’s most distinguished patrons,” he announced into the microphone.His praise drifted past me unheard.My entire focus remained on the man standing at the far end of the hall.Pain pulsed mercilessly from my wrists where the chains had rubbed my skin raw, yet I continued to twist my hands in a desperate attempt to loosen the steel cuffs. It was useless. Every movement only deepened the sting, and the lingering weakness inside my body made each effort feel smaller and more pathetic. Whatever had been forced into my system had not fully worn off, leaving my muscles heavy and my senses frustratingly dull when I needed them the most.The man slowly rotated the wine glass between his fingers before speaking again.

Chapter 5: In the Devil’s Territory

The first sensation that reached me when I woke was softness.For several long seconds, I lay still, unable to understand why my body no longer felt the punishing coldness of steel and chains. Something smooth brushed against my skin, warm and expensive, and when I finally forced my heavy eyelids open, a flood of sunlight struck my vision. I squinted against the brightness and slowly pushed myself up, my limbs still weak but no longer as numb as they had been before.I found myself lying on an enormous bed dressed in white cotton sheets so soft that they almost felt unreal beneath my fingertips. The room surrounding me was far removed from the underground horror I last remembered. Golden curtains framed towering glass doors to my left, swaying gently as sea wind drifted through the slight opening. Beyond the glass stretched an endless view of blue water shimmering beneath the daylight, its restless reflection dancing over the polished marble floor. The entire suite looked lavish to the

Chapter 6: The Devil’s Lessons

His fingers remained locked around my wrist as he pulled me away from the bed with such unbothered force that I nearly lost my footing the moment my bare feet touched the marble floor. The weakness left by the drugs had not entirely disappeared from my body, and my knees still felt unreliable beneath me, but he neither slowed his pace nor loosened his hold. I was dragged forward as though my balance, comfort, and willingness had no relevance in whatever plan was already formed inside his head.I wanted to protest. The words gathered several times at the back of my throat, but each time I remembered the terrifying ease with which those same hands had nearly crushed Cain’s windpipe, the protest dissolved into silence. There was something far more disturbing than brute violence in a man who carried that kind of danger beneath a calm exterior. He did not need to shout to make fear settle in a room. His quietness did the work for him.The double doors opened before us, and he led me into a

Chapter 7: Interrupted Flames

“Let go of me.”The words slipped out quietly, almost swallowed by the frantic beat of my own heart, and I turned my face aside the moment they left my mouth. I could not bear looking at him while he still held me that way. One of his arms remained locked around my back, the other supporting the base of my neck, keeping me suspended against him as though my attempts at independence meant nothing. What made my embarrassment worse was the simple fact that he did not seem inclined to release me. Instead, he kept me there with infuriating ease, allowing the silence to stretch while my body stayed painfully aware of his nearness.Every second inside his hold made me more conscious of details I did not want to notice. The warmth coming from him seeped too easily through the thin fabric covering me, and the steadiness in the way he breathed only seemed to emphasize how disordered I had become. I could feel my own pulse rushing wildly inside my chest, and the contrast humiliated me. He looked

Chapter 8: Borrowed for an Hour

“This is nice. We are finally alone together.”I stared at Elliott in disbelief as he leaned far too comfortably against my shoulders as though we had known each other for years. The grin stretched across his face made him look entirely too pleased with himself, and the casual familiarity of his touch irritated me enough that I immediately shoved him away.“What exactly do you think you are doing?”He stumbled back half a step, not because my push had much strength, but because he allowed it, and then he laughed as if my annoyance was the most entertaining thing he had encountered all day. He planted both hands on his hips and continued looking at me with shameless amusement.For several seconds I simply studied him, trying to understand what category of lunatic this mansion had produced. Reign was the terrifying silent devil variety. Elliott, on the other hand, seemed to be carved out of chaos and poor timing. The more I looked at him, the more convinced I became that he was the type

Chapter 9: More Ruthless Than the Devil

“So,” Elliott said as he crossed one leg over the other and settled deeper into his chair, “what exactly do you want to know?”We were seated across from each other at a round glass table trimmed in gold, placed in the middle of what looked like an indoor conservatory. A narrow fountain ran behind him, its water spilling softly over carved stone, while birds somewhere above us kept filling the silence with restless chirping. Green plants crowded every corner, climbing over white trellises and hanging from the ceiling in thick curtains of leaves. It should have been peaceful. In another life, perhaps I would have admired it.Right now it only felt like another beautiful section of a prison too large to memorize.Getting here had taken several turns through hallways and private passages, enough that I had already lost any hope of tracing the route back on my own. The mansion was built like a maze designed by someone who did not want people leaving without permission. That realization alo

Chapter 10: The Woman of His House

“I can do it myself,” I said while watching Letty’s reflection in the mirror as she drew the comb slowly through my damp hair.Her hand paused for only a brief second before she met my eyes through the glass. “It is the Master’s order,” she answered in the same composed tone she had been using since they brought me into this room, and then she resumed combing as though that explanation should have been enough to silence all further protest.I let out a slow breath and remained seated.Arguing with these people was beginning to feel like arguing with walls. They had already insisted on bathing me despite my repeated refusals, and now I sat wrapped in nothing but a towel while they continued to handle me with the strange delicacy reserved for someone far above them. The attention did not make me feel cared for. It made me feel managed, arranged, and quietly controlled.The room itself only deepened that sensation. It was far too spacious to be called an ordinary dressing room. Tall mirro

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