All Chapters of under his control : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Liam’s POVThe night sky was burning.I watched from the rooftop as Carter West headquarters turned into a battlefield. The glass towers that once symbolized power and control now shook under the sound of gunfire and exploding charges. Men shouted from below, their voices swallowed by the smoke that rose in dark plumes across the skyline.They had followed us. King’s men. He had let us escape, and like fools, we had run straight into his trap.Inside the building, the alarms wailed. Red lights flickered against walls that had once been polished with marble pride. Now, they were cracked, stained with ash. My people—my employees, my security team, the staff who had believed Carter West was untouchable—were running, hiding, screaming.And through it all, Ava stood like fire in human form.She held a weapon in her hand, her hair wild from the chaos, her eyes alive with a determination that scared me and saved me all at once. She wasn’t the woman who had been a prisoner in Edward King’s ca

Ava’s POVThe video played on the massive screen in front of us, and the room fell into a silence that weighed more than the smoke still hanging in the ruins of Carter West.Jessica’s face filled the screen. Her hair was perfect, her voice steady, her lies smooth as silk.“I worked for Liam Carter long enough to know how far he’ll go to protect his empire. What happened at Carter West wasn’t Edward King it was Liam. He staged it. He burned his own company to win sympathy. He’s dangerous. He’s unhinged. And now, he’s hiding from the truth.”My stomach turned, but I kept my face blank. I’d learned the hard way that masks kept you alive.When the video ended, the board members shifted uneasily in their seats. Investors would see this by morning. Public opinion would tilt, not because it was true, but because it was easy to believe. Jessica had always been good at slipping knives into people’s backs without them noticing until they bled.Beside me, Liam didn’t flinch. He leaned back in h

Ava’s POVI didn’t sleep that night.Liam lay beside me, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, but my eyes stayed open in the dark, fixed on the ceiling that seemed too heavy, too close. Every time I shut them, I saw Morgan’s bruised face on that frozen video feed. His warning. His loyalty. His pain.The choice Liam carried wasn’t his alone it was mine too. Because if King tore Morgan apart to punish Liam, then the blood was also on my hands.Morning came like a dull blade dragging across skin slow, relentless, impossible to avoid. By the time the sun bled through the curtains, Liam was already moving, cold water splashing in the sink, his shirt buttoned wrong because his mind wasn’t here.I watched him. Not the perfect CEO everyone else knew, not the ruthless wolf the world feared but the man who had carried me, who had burned for me, who now bore too much weight for one body to hold.And here’s the truth: I loved him more in that moment than I ever had before. Not because

Ava’s POVI couldn’t breathe.The sound of Victoria’s laugh still clung to the night, slicing through the smoke and sirens like broken glass. She was gone, carried into the dark by King’s men, but her voice lingered inside me, wrapping around my ribs like a coil.You’ll die by my hand.The words burrowed deep, cutting deeper than the bullet that had grazed Liam. My hands were shaking, even though the gun was no longer in them. I could still feel the weight of it, the cold press of the metal against my skin. I could still feel the decision I almost made to end her right there. To finally silence her.But I hadn’t. And now she was gone.The rooftop was chaos. Security barking orders, flames crackling below, gunfire fading in the distance. Liam’s blood stained his sleeve, a sharp streak of crimson that kept dragging my eyes back to him. He didn’t flinch, didn’t stumble, didn’t even slow down as he shouted commands.And that terrified me more than anything.Because he wasn’t just bleeding

The first morning after Edward King’s arrest felt like waking up in another world. For months, maybe years, his shadow had been over everything Carter West, Liam, and me. But now the silence that followed was not empty. It was a silence filled with possibility, like the world had exhaled at last.I lay in bed beside Liam, my head on his chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart. For the first time since I met him, it didn’t sound like a man surviving war. It sounded like a man finally beginning to live. His arm was heavy around me, protective even in his sleep, and I traced the faint scars across his skin. Each one was a story. Each one was a battle. And now, those scars were mine too.He stirred, catching my hand before I could move. “You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice still rough from sleep.“So are you,” I teased softly, though my throat felt tight.His eyes opened, those sharp blue flames that once burned with nothing but control now softening when they looked at me. He