Todos os capítulos de Owned by Billionaire: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

The room was silent.Elena sat on the edge of the hotel bed, knees splayed apart in front of her, elbows pressed into knees, fingers locked in her hair. Her heart pounded like a war drum against the inside of her chest, the last hour flashing in her mind like a nightmare she couldn't awaken from.Killian stood with his back against the window, his frame tense, bathed in the golden amber light that came through the curtains. His jaw was clenched, the muscle beneath ticking every other second. He'd not said a word since they'd returned. Since Victor's conference soured, since Dante's harsh words sliced into her shattered heart."I should have known better," Elena said softly, breaking the silence. "Sophia. The papers. Everything."Killian did not move. "You wanted to see the best of her.""I wanted to know she wasn't leading me on. That not everyone in my life was pretending." She swallowed. "But she was."His eyes finally caught hers in the glass mirror. "We don't have all of our piece

Elena awoke to the soft hum of the penthouse alarm system booting up for the day, but Killian's side of the bed was empty. The sheet still held the warmth of his body, but he was gone—like a phantom that had blown through the night and vanished at dawn. She sat up, brushing matted locks of hair away from her face, her muscles aching from the night before. But with that passion was the cold truth. The war hadn't suspended itself for love. It had simply shut in. She shrugged on one of Killian's dress shirts and padded barefoot down the hallway to the control room. The glass walls sparkled in the morning light, and inside, Killian stood before the surveillance monitors, Silas and a visibly shaken Harper on either side of her. Harper didn't get shaken. "—what do you mean the intel was leaked?" Killian's voice was cold steel, sheared thin and sharp. Harper shifted uncomfortably. "We laid the trap exactly as planned. But Victor's men were ready. They attacked the convoy before it ev

The moment the video ended, chaos detonated into motion.Killian barked orders into his comms as he and Elena sprinted out of the study. “Silas, Harper—we’ve got a bomb under the west wing. We’ve got three minutes.”“Copy that,” Harper’s voice responded instantly. “Already tracking the security breach. Evacuating all lower-level staff now.”Elena panted fast and hard as they sprinted towards the vault elevators. "She had cameras in there. That means she accessed the internal feeds. This wasn't planted today—this was planned."Killian grimly nodded. "Months ago, perhaps. Before we even suspected her."As the elevator descended, Elena braced against the mirrored wall, attempting to quiet the thudding in her chest. "What if it's not one bomb?Killian met her eyes. “Then we’ll die trying to stop it.”The doors slid open and they ran down the corridor, passing the restricted biotech labs. The entire west wing buzzed with warning lights now, red strobes bathing the walls like blood.When th

The line of black SUVs ripped through the night like a fire consuming a storm, engines thundering, tires squealing as they rushed toward the south docks.Killian rode in the backseat of the lead car, eyes forward, jaw locked like steel. Next to him, Elena rode in strained silence, her knuckles white as she clutched the seat. In front of them, Dante rode with arms crossed, jaw set, looking out the window. Each look that passed between them was taut with unspoken tension—betrayal, resentment, heartache—all tightly wound between them.But this was not the moment to untangle it.Not yet.“Victor won’t wait,” Xavier said from the front seat, eyes flicking between the road and the digital feed in his hand. “He’s got a full crew already tearing through the containers. We’re minutes out.”“Which container?” Killian asked.“Seven-B,” Xavier replied. “Graves archives. Classified intel, original ledgers—”“—Project V,” Killian muttered under his breath, cutting him off.Elena turned toward him.

The warehouse echoed with chaos—boots pounding, shouted orders, metal clattering, the wail of sirens growing closer in the distance—but none of it registered to Elena. The only sound she could hear was the ragged, shallow breathing of the man bleeding out in her arms."Killian," she whispered, pressing her hands against the wound in his side, trying to stop the relentless rush of blood. It soaked through her fingers, her sleeves, staining everything crimson. "Stay with me. Please—look at me."His eyes fluttered open, unfocused, pain rippling across his expression like thunderclouds rolling through the sky. “Still… here,” he rasped, a small, grim smile twitching at the corner of his mouth."You're not allowed to die, do you hear me?" she snapped, her voice breaking as a sob tore from her throat. “Not like this. Not now. Not after everything.”Behind her, the scuffle between Reid and Victor had turned brutal. Reid had Victor pinned against the floor, the cold muzzle of his gun pressed to