Semua Bab Owned by Billionaire: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Elena Romano had spent years preparing for this moment—to return, to reclaim her power, to destroy the man who had once destroyed her.Yet, one encounter with Killian Graves, and already, her past was trying to claw its way back into her bones.She refused to let it.Pacing her penthouse, she clenched her fists, forcing herself to focus.Killian wasn’t just a man.He was a calculated predator, a king in a world of wolves, a man who had turned his enemies into dust beneath his polished Italian leather shoes.And now, he was coming for her.Her phone vibrated again.This time, a message.Killian: Don’t run. You won’t get far.A rush of rage mixed with something far more dangerous coursed through her veins.How dare he?Elena’s grip tightened around her phone before she forced herself to calm down.Killian wanted her to react. He wanted to see her shaken.She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.Instead, she walked over to the marble bar and poured herself a glass of whiskey. Neat. No ice

Elena sat on the edge of her penthouse balcony, a glass of whiskey in her hand, staring out at the Manhattan skyline. The city lights flickered like embers in the dark, but her mind wasn’t on their beauty.It was on him.Killian Graves.Every interaction with him felt like dancing on the edge of a blade—dangerous, sharp, intoxicating.But she wasn’t here to get lost in the past.She was here to end him.Her phone buzzed beside her.A message.Victor DeLuca: "We need to talk. Tonight. The club."Elena smirked. Right on time.Victor was powerful—one of Killian’s biggest enemies in the underworld. If she was going to bring Killian down, she needed someone just as ruthless to back her.She downed the rest of her drink and stood.It was time to set the next phase of her plan into motion.Across the city, Killian leaned against the massive glass windows of his office, his whiskey untouched on the desk behind him.His mind was still reeling from his encounter with Elena at the masquerade bal

Elena stood on the balcony of her penthouse, the wind teasing the silk of her robe as she clutched the note Killian had left on her bed.Her home—the one place that was supposed to be untouchable—had been breached.Not by assassins. Not by rivals.But by Killian Graves.Her pulse pounded in her ears as she reread the words scrawled in his unmistakable, arrogant handwriting:"Nice try, sweetheart. But you’re walking straight into my trap."A trap.Her grip on the paper tightened.She hated how he did this—how he always made the first move, always got under her skin. But what she hated more was the fact that a part of her… liked it.Liked the danger.Liked him.Her phone vibrated, and she grabbed it from the table. Another message from an unknown number.Are you scared yet?She let out a slow breath, willing her heartbeat to steady. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.Instead of replying, she deleted the message and tossed the phone back onto the table.If Killian thought she was g

Elena yanked her wrist free from Killian’s grip, her chest rising and falling with barely contained fury. The cold night air did nothing to soothe the fire raging inside her. "You don’t get to decide where I go, Graves," she snapped, stepping back to put distance between them. Killian’s jaw tensed, his dark eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her insides coil. "And you don’t get to play reckless when Victor DeLuca wants your head on a silver platter." She hated that he was right. Hated that she could still feel his touch, his grip lingering on her skin like a brand. And worst of all? She hated that beneath all the fury and tension, there was something else. Something dangerous. Because Killian Graves wasn’t just another powerful man. He was a storm. And Elena was standing in the middle of it, daring the lightning to strike. But she wasn’t a woman who backed down. She straightened, crossing her arms. "You don’t scare me, Killian." His lips curled, slow and de

A War That Had Just Begun The scent of gunpowder and blood thickened the air, mingling with the rich aroma of leather and expensive cologne. Elena pressed her back against the heavy wooden desk, her heart hammering in her chest as she tried to make sense of the chaos unraveling before her. Killian disappeared into the storm of bullets like a shadow of death, his every move precise, effortless, and devastating. This wasn’t just an attack. This was a declaration of war. And Killian was answering with blood. The gunshots echoed through the penthouse, shaking the very foundations of the luxurious fortress she had thought was impenetrable. But nothing was untouchable—not even Killian Graves. Not even her. ________________________________________ No Mercy She forced herself to move, crouching behind the desk. Her breath was ragged, her hands trembling as the reality of the situation set in. These men weren’t here to rob them. They weren’t here to negotiate. T