All Chapters of Owned by Billionaire: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The air inside the safehouse was thick with the remnants of a war that hadn't fully ended.Elena sat at the edge of Killian’s bed, her fingers curled tightly around his hand. His skin was cold with sweat, pallid beneath the dim golden light spilling in from the corner lamp. Machines beeped steadily behind him, measuring heartbeats and breaths, and the faint hum of an oxygen tank filled the silence between them.She hadn’t moved from that spot since they’d returned.Not when the doctors pushed her back gently. Not when Reid told her they needed to clear the compound in case Victor had left more traps. Not even when Ada Blackwood came in earlier with a storm in her eyes and a thousand unsaid judgments pressing between her teeth.Killian was alive—but barely. The bullet had gone deep, missing his heart by centimeters. But it had torn through enough to make even the doctors exchange grim looks behind closed doors. He hadn't woken yet. And each hour that passed stretched the threads of Ele

The air in the room crackled with a new kind of energy.Killian sat upright, propped against pillows with quiet defiance as Elena relayed Dante’s findings. Despite the lingering shadows beneath his eyes and the paleness of his skin, his mind was already sharpening like a blade returned to the fire.“They have a mole on the board,” Elena finished, crossing her arms as she paced in front of him. “Thompson is feeding Victor information. And Dante thinks there might be more.”Killian’s jaw clenched. “Of course there’s more. Victor never moves with just one pawn.”Elena paused, watching him. “Then we expose them.”Killian nodded slowly, processing the weight of it. “We'll need proof. Solid proof. Dante has the ledger?”“He’s verifying it now. It’s encrypted, but he’s already cracked half of it.”“I want it all decrypted by tomorrow,” Killian said, his voice gaining strength with every word. “Once we have every name, we schedule a board meeting. I don’t care if I have to walk in there with

The car sliced through the Manhattan streets like a blade in the dark.Every turn felt familiar. Every block held echoes. Elena sat stiffly in the back seat beside Killian, her heart pounding as the city she once loved became a stage set for a man who had stolen everything from her.Victor.He was here. Not hiding in shadows anymore but daring them to find him.To chase him.Killian’s voice was low and controlled as he spoke into the comms. “Dante, give me a perimeter report.”“North entrance has motion sensors triggered five minutes ago. No visible agents, but thermal picked up two heat signatures near the building’s back alley. Could be a trap—or a message.”“Either way, we finish this,” Killian said.Elena didn’t speak. Her eyes were locked on the street ahead as the car slowed, approaching the block where her family home used to be. Now it was just rubble and glass—part of the Graves real estate empire, razed under Victor’s command.It was poetic, in a cruel way, that he’d chosen

The fire was still burning as dawn broke.The first rays of sunlight bled over the horizon, cutting through the smog and smoke that curled above the now-ruined estate. Firefighters moved in and out of the building like shadows, extinguishing hotspots and pulling debris away from what was once Victor’s sanctuary of secrets.Killian stood at the edge of the caution tape, arms crossed, suit jacket slung over his shoulder. His white shirt was stained with smoke and blood, one sleeve torn. There was a cut on his cheek, and dried blood on his knuckles—but his eyes were clear for the first time in months.Next to him, Elena sat on the back of an ambulance. A medic had cleaned the shallow graze on her arm, wrapped it in gauze, and offered her a blanket. She hadn’t spoken much since they emerged from the fire. She hadn’t needed to.She’d pulled the trigger. She’d ended it.And now… it was quiet.Too quiet.Killian approached her

The morning sunlight filtered through the massive glass windows of the penthouse, casting golden streaks across the hardwood floor. Elena stood barefoot in the kitchen, coffee mug in hand, watching the city come alive again beneath her. But this time, the view wasn’t daunting. It was a reminder.She had survived.More than that—she had chosen to live.Killian entered moments later, freshly showered and half-dressed, his tie draped around his neck, shirt buttons undone. He paused when he saw her, something soft flashing in his eyes. No words were needed. He walked over, pressed a kiss to her cheek, and took the mug from her hands to sip.“I was drinking that,” she teased.“I’m claiming my half,” he said with a smirk.They shared a quiet laugh, and for a few long seconds, the world didn’t intrude. It was just them—two people who had been through hell and were now trying to find their way in the light.But peace never laste