All Chapters of Owned by Billionaire: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The silence after Sophia’s surrender felt deafening.Her gun lay forgotten on the floor, its cold metal glinting beneath the overhead lights. She didn’t cry. She didn’t scream. She just knelt there on the hardwood, shoulders squared as if even defeat had to be carried like a weapon.Elena stood frozen in the threshold, heart pounding in the hollow of her chest. Her breath came in shallow, jagged bursts. Every muscle ached from tension, but she didn’t let herself move—not until she was sure this moment wasn’t going to fall apart like the dozens before it.Killian gave a sharp nod to Reid, who moved forward and restrained Sophia with practiced efficiency. She didn’t resist.“I want the rest of the estate cleared,” Killian said, his voice like steel. “Top to bottom. Anyone left standing gets questioned. Anyone who shoots—”“Gets dropped,” Reid finished without missing a beat, already signaling the team through his comms.Dante stood unmoving in front of Elena. His chest rose and fell, ey

The morning sky had barely begun to shift from indigo to gray when Elena stood in the training yard of the Graves estate, her hands wrapped in black bandages, her hair tied back, the chill of the dawn clinging to her bare arms.She struck the heavy bag again and again, each blow sharp, controlled, but trembling with something beneath the surface—rage, grief, fear. All of it twisted together like a storm in her blood.Killian watched her from the patio, leaning heavily on a cane Reid had forced him to use while his ribs continued to heal. He didn’t interrupt. He just watched. She needed this. Not because she was preparing for a war—though that, too, was inevitable—but because it was the only way she knew how to breathe right now.Each strike was a memory. Her mother’s scream. Her father’s empty eyes. Dante walking away. Victor laughing in the shadows. Killian bleeding on the floor. Every ounce of powerlessness she’d ever tasted came out through her fists.When she finally stopped, ches

The sun filtered through the hospital windows in thin, cautious rays, as if it too was afraid of waking the city’s darkest secrets. Elena stood near the foot of Killian’s bed, the folder Ada had handed her still clenched tightly in her fingers. Her chest rose and fell in steady, controlled breaths—but beneath her calm exterior, a storm was stirring.She was done waiting.Done reacting.It was time to go on the offensive.Killian watched her from his bed, propped against the pillows. He was still pale, still healing, but his eyes were sharp now, the fog of pain and sedation long gone.“You’re really going to lead this?” he asked quietly, not with doubt, but with the wary awe of someone who knew exactly what kind of hell lay on the other side of a declaration like that.Elena nodded once. “I’m not doing it just for revenge anymore,” she said, her voice low and deliberate. “This is about survival. For us. For everyone you’ve built this empire to protect. Victor’s not going to stop. He’s

The cold bite of the early morning wind didn’t shake Elena as she stared out over the tarmac of the private airstrip. Her jaw was tight, arms crossed, every muscle in her body coiled like a spring.It was nearly five a.m., and the sky was turning the color of bruises—faded purples and blues bruising into gray. A single jet sat at the edge of the runway, its engines quiet, but the air around it was electric.She knew what was inside.Or at least, what might be.The ledger.The original, unburned, untouched ledger her father had kept. The one that could tear Victor’s empire to pieces. If the files Dante intercepted were right, it would be onboard in less than an hour, bound for Switzerland under a fake diplomatic seal.She couldn’t let that happen.She wouldn’t.“Elena,” Reid’s voice cut into her thoughts. He walked up beside her, his black tactical jacket zipped to the neck, eyes alert. “Perimeter is clear. No sign of movement yet, but I don’t like how quiet it is.”“That’s because the

The silence that followed the aftermath of the explosion was unnatural.Elena’s ears rang with the sharp hum of shock. Dust clung to her skin, her lungs burning with the acrid sting of smoke. She blinked, slowly at first, until the flickering lights above gave her the clarity she needed—Killian’s body, half-shielded over hers, and Reid crouched beside them, bleeding from a deep cut above his brow."He's breathing," Reid muttered, voice hoarse.Elena's heart lurched as she shifted beneath Killian. Her hands fumbled against his chest, searching for the wound. Blood was everywhere, but he groaned lowly, which was more hope than she'd dared to wish for."Killian," she breathed, her voice raw. "Come back to me. Stay with me."His eyes fluttered open—barely, but enough."I'm not... leaving you," he rasped, pain etched into every syllable.A beam above them creaked ominously, threatening to collapse at any moment.Reid stood and grabbed Elena’s arm. “We have to move. Now.”Elena helped him l