All Chapters of His To Own: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I hated parties like this—filled with hypocrites who thought they were better than everyone else just because they had money. I had experienced their two-faced nature firsthand, so I’d resorted to sitting quietly, smiling politely, and throwing in a few compliments here and there to keep the peace.My cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling all night, playing the role of the “perfect wife” while making small talk with women who saw me as competition. They wouldn’t hesitate to stab me in the back the moment I turned around.Honestly, I didn’t even know why I was at this party. It’s not like I was invited. Liam occasionally dragged me to these events, but I wasn’t required to be at this one.“You’re so lucky to have Liam as your husband,” said a blonde woman sitting next to me. Her voice dripped with fake sweetness. “He’s kind, handsome, successful, and he treats you so well. Bringing you to parties and never leaving your side—he’s every woman’s dream.”More like every woman’s nightma

Exactly 20 minutes later, like Liam said, a driver came to pick me up. I had no idea where I was going. Liam hadn’t told me anything when I left—he just nodded at the driver, dismissing me without a word.I hated this. Being tossed around like I had no say, no control over my own life. It was like I was some kind of puppet, incapable of making my own decisions.When will I ever have my freedom?Leaning against the car door, I stared out the window, trying to distract myself. The city’s nightlife passed by in bright lights and shadows. For a moment, I remembered when I could go out freely, laughing and dancing on weekends with my best friend, Kate. God, I missed her. Back in college, she was my person—my go-to for everything. It would be nice to talk to her again.The driver hadn’t said a word since we started the trip. It had been about 30 minutes now, and the silence was starting to get to me. I couldn’t help but ask.“How long till we get there?” I said, catching his eyes in the rea

ANYA'S POV:Never in my life have I felt so clueless and helpless at the same time. Breakfast was painfully long, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Kane hadn't spoken another word since we finished breakfast and I hardly knew what to say. At one point, he got up to take a phone call and hadn’t returned since. I sat stiffly on the couch, that you could almost mistake me as a statue, the same thought kept playing in my head, I was here as his “plaything”. My life had been reduced to the level of mere prostitution all because of that bastard. Nothing more than a repayment of debt.A bitter laugh escaped my lips, quickly turning into a silent sob. I thought I had seen it all, that there was nothing Liam could do to me that I couldn’t endure. But I was wrong. So very wrong. What had I done to deserve this life? Why had everything turned out so miserable?“I don't think I've said or done anything to make you cry Anya” Kane’s voice cut through my thoughts, calm yet sha

I was so embarrassed I could die. I had woken up an hour ago but couldn’t bring myself to leave my room for breakfast. Thankfully, Cassie hadn’t come to call me. I sighed and turned over, facing the door.What do I do? How do I even face him now?The door suddenly flew open, and I sat up quickly. Kane stood in the doorway, leaning on the frame with a mocking smile.“If I’d known a little touch would leave you so tired you’d skip breakfast, we would have gone all the way,” he said.I wanted to glare at him, but my embarrassment was stronger than my irritation.“I wasn’t feeling well, so I slept in,” I managed to say. Throwing the blanket off, I got up and headed for the bathroom, making sure to avoid looking at him. I knew he still had that annoying smile on his face.I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and showered, preparing for another unpredictable day. When I stepped out of the bathroom, Kane was still there, now sitting leisurely on the bed.“What are you still doing here?” I ask

KANE’s POV: “Want me to return the favor?” I asked casually, my eyes fixed on her, studying her every move.She froze at my words, her shoulders stiffening as her eyes widened. Anya had been unusually quiet since we left the theater and arrived at the restaurant.She kept shifting in her seat like it was too uncomfortable, her back stiff as she buried her nose in the menu. She’d been staring at it for the past five minutes—like a woman trying to convince herself she hadn’t just been on her knees moments ago, doing something she probably never thought she’d do.Even as she mumbled a faint, “No,” her eyes didn’t leave the menu.I grinned. Was she really trying to act like it never happened? Like she could just ignore it? Too bad for her—I wasn’t going to let that slide. By the end of this week, she’d remember everything.I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in her head. Was she feeling guilty? Ashamed? Angry? Or maybe even disgusted? Or—better yet—did she like it?I’d bet on th