Semua Bab Owned by Billionaire: Bab 121 - Bab 130

The hospital room was too quiet.Elena sat beside Killian’s bed, her fingers laced with his motionless hand. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound, each beat keeping time with the desperation pounding inside her. His face was pale, drawn tight with pain even in unconsciousness. The bullet had torn through his side, barely missing anything vital—but just barely. The doctors said he was stable, but Elena didn’t believe in “barely” when it came to the man she loved.Outside, the city continued to breathe. Inside this sterile room, Elena couldn’t.Reid had left momentarily to speak with hospital security. Dante hadn’t said a word since the ambulance ride. He stood silently by the window, arms crossed, guilt seeping from every line of his body.Elena swallowed hard, brushing a damp lock of hair from Killian’s forehead. “You stupid, stubborn man,” she whispered. “Always trying to carry it all yourself. Even when it breaks you.”“You sound like my father.”The voice did

The world contracted.Time shattered into pieces—screams, blood, metal, breath.Elena's fingers clenched tighter on Killian's wound, his blood sliding between her fingers, warm and horrifying. She hardly noticed Reid's yell, the mayhem tearing around them, or even the acrid smell of gunpowder thickening the air.All she saw was him.Killian.Stilled, half-conscious, lips ghosting a breath that quivered against her skin."Stay with me," she breathed, her voice raw, shaking. "You stay. Do you hear me? Don't you dare leave me, Killian."His lids opened with reluctance, the glazed look of pain masking the depth she knew so well. "I'm still here," he croaked. "Still yours."And God, it almost shattered her.Reid barked orders to the others, dragging Victor back in metal cuffs while the remaining guards were either disarmed or shot. Dante crouched beside Elena now, his hands hesitant, unsure.“We need to move him,” Reid said. “Now. We’ve got less than ten before reinforcements show up.”“I’

The city outside the hospital window was still cloaked in the murky blue of early dawn. Elena sat alone in the sterile waiting room, her fingers clutching the lukewarm coffee Reid had brought her hours ago. She hadn’t taken a sip. Across from her, Dante leaned forward, elbows on his knees, jaw clenched in a hard line. The silence between them had turned from awkward to suffocating.“Killian’s stable,” Reid said softly, stepping back into the room. His eyes were tired, dark circles etched beneath them. “Doctors say he lost a lot of blood, but the bullet missed vital organs.”Elena didn’t breathe until those words settled. Relief surged through her like a wave, but it did nothing to calm the storm brewing in her chest. “He saved me,” she whispered, voice brittle. “Without hesitation.”Dante looked away, shame flickering across his face. “He shouldn’t have had to.”Elena turned her eyes to him, gaze steely. “But he did.”There was no point in sugarcoating it. What Killian had done in tha

Killian’s voice was rough, but his eyes were clear.“Tell me everything,” he said, fingers lacing through Elena’s with surprising strength. “No lies. No soft edges.”Elena didn’t sugarcoat it.She told him everything—the truth about Victor’s confessions, about Margot’s faked death, the hidden auction in Montenegro, and Sophia’s betrayal. She recounted Dante’s findings and how Margot had manipulated them all from the shadows, using Victor as a pawn, and how her goal was nothing short of obliteration—of Graves, of the Romanos, of everything their families had built.Killian listened silently, jaw clenched, the rhythm of the heart monitor spiking slightly every time her voice trembled.When she finished, he let out a long breath, his fingers tightening around hers.“She always liked to make the kill look like a game,” he muttered. “And I always underestimated just how deep her hatred went.”Elena studied him. “Why didn’t you ever tell me more about her? The truth?”His eyes met hers, fil

The power cut plunged the entire bunker into blackness.For a second, the world held its breath. No sound. No movement. Only the deep, groaning hum of emergency generators struggling to kick in.Then—chaos.Shouts erupted from the auction hall as masked elites scattered like insects under a shattered glass dome. Security scrambled to contain the disorder, their radios hissing with static. Some guests screamed. Others pulled weapons. Everyone ran—toward exits, toward darkness, away from whatever threat they could not see but instinctively feared.And through it all, Elena moved like a shadow.She ran through narrow maintenance corridors slick with condensation, her boots silent against the steel. The bag of stolen evidence was heavy on her back, but her steps were sure. Focused.Lucien had said Checkpoint Seven. Northeast wing. Sub-level two.She was already cutting through level one.Gunfire cracked in the distance—short, sharp bursts. The kind meant to scare. Or kill.Elena didn’t fl