All Chapters of Mister Billionaire’s Treasure: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Can I go outside?”“No, Miss.”I stared at Thraia from the single European couch where I had been seated for the past half hour, trying to maintain patience that was quickly thinning. She stood a few feet in front of me with both hands folded in front of her apron and her head lowered in the same respectful angle she seemed to keep permanently whenever addressing me.“Why not?”“It is the Master’s order.”Of course it was.I swallowed my irritation and tried another route. “Then lend me a laptop, a cellphone, or at least a telephone. I need to call someone.”Thraia shook her head almost immediately. “Calling anyone outside the island is the most prohibited among all of the Master’s instructions. If you wish to contact someone, you must wait until he returns.”The island.The word settled heavily inside me, confirming what Letty had almost revealed earlier. I was not merely trapped inside a mansion. I was trapped on an island controlled by a man whose orders seemed to reach every hallw

Elliott pushed open the transparent double doors in front of us and stepped outside first, keeping one hand on the glass while glancing back at me as if silently telling me to follow. I walked past him, and the moment I crossed the doorway, a rush of open air brushed against my skin. The breeze carried an odd mixture of warmth from the afternoon sun and cool freshness that reminded me of untouched trees after rain. My hair lifted lightly around my shoulders, and I found myself inhaling deeper than I had since waking inside this mansion.When the glass doors clicked shut behind us, I lowered my eyes and realized I was standing on a terrace unlike anything I had ever imagined. Instead of polished marble or stone flooring, the entire patio was covered in thick, perfectly trimmed green grass, soft and vivid enough that it looked as though someone had lifted a private garden and suspended it above the world. I slowly raised my gaze and was met by an enormous uninterrupted view of the ocean

“I am thirsty,” I said, trying to keep my tone casual despite the violent pounding inside my chest. “And I want my original clothes back. There is something important left there. Can you get them for me?”The two maids exchanged another glance. Their hesitation was obvious. They were clearly uncertain whether granting my request was worth the risk of leaving me unattended even for a short while. Reign had trained everyone in this place too well. No one moved without first measuring whether I could become a problem.A sharp gust of wind swept across the terrace and struck my bare legs, sending cold crawling upward through my skin. I wrapped my arms around myself and glanced down at my knees, which had already turned pinkish from the night air. The chiffon dress clinging to me was too thin, too delicate, and far too inconvenient for what I was trying to do. I should have changed into something practical. I should have prepared while there was still daylight. But regret would not create a

Isaac kept coming toward me, and panic tightened around my chest so fiercely that for a second I forgot the pain in my body. I tried pushing myself backward, but the moment I moved my left foot, a violent stab of agony shot up from my ankle and nearly made me scream. I clutched it with both hands, biting hard on my lower lip as tears instantly burned my eyes. It felt as if something inside had twisted or cracked when I landed from that fall, and every slight shift only made it worse.I had escaped the mansion only to end up crippled in the middle of a forest I did not know.The thought was enough to make frustration rise hotter than the pain. I wanted to curse, to cry, to pound my fists against the ground and demand why tonight refused to end, but all of those emotions vanished the second Isaac stopped directly in front of me.I had not even heard him cross the remaining distance.His large body towered over my seated form, silver fur faintly illuminated by the scattered fireflies that

My palm stung long after it had struck his face, but the sharper pain was the terror that followed once I fully understood what I had done. I stood rooted in place, staring at Reign while he slowly lifted his hand to the cheek I had slapped. There was no immediate retaliation, no burst of shouting, no violent movement, and that unnatural stillness frightened me far more than rage could have. If he had snapped at me, at least I would have known what to expect, but this silence gave my mind room to imagine far worse things. My fingers curled helplessly against my trembling palms while my breathing turned shallow, and I could feel my heartbeat battering against my ribs so hard that it seemed determined to escape without me.Unfortunately, panic had never once taught my mouth the value of restraint. Instead of staying quiet like a sensible person, I heard myself ask, “What?” in a tone that sounded almost defensive, and the moment the word slipped out, I wanted to disappear into the floor.