All Chapters of Owned by Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elena’s hands trembled slightly as she stepped onto the private underground shooting range, the cold metal of the gun pressing against her palm. The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the overhead lights that cast a harsh glow onto the row of human-shaped targets.Killian stood behind her, his presence both commanding and suffocating."Relax your shoulders," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.She sucked in a sharp breath, but the tension in her body refused to ease.Killian’s hands slid down her arms, his fingers wrapping around hers as he adjusted her grip on the gun."If you hold it too tight, your shot will be unsteady," he said, his voice low. "Too loose, and you’ll lose control."Elena swallowed hard, the weight of the weapon foreign in her hands."Why are we doing this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Killian's lips curled at the question, his hands still guiding her."Because, sweetheart," he whispered, "the next time someone tries to

The blaring of the security alarm tore through the penthouse like a war cry.Red emergency lights pulsed in sync with Elena’s heartbeat, casting eerie shadows along the walls. The scent of gunpowder tainted the air, thick with the promise of violence and bloodshed.Killian moved fast, his sharp commands cutting through the chaos like a knife.“Lock down all exits! No one leaves unless I say so.”His men scattered, each taking a defensive position.Elena barely had time to react before Killian grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her close. His grip was firm, possessive—as if he was afraid she would be ripped away from him at any second.“Stay close to me,” he murmured. His voice was low, edged with lethal control.Elena swallowed hard and nodded.Then the first explosion rocked the building.Glass shattered. The force of the blast knocked a chandelier from the ceiling, sending it crashing onto the marble floor. Smoke curled through the penthou

The air was thick with the scent of whiskey and cigar smoke, the dim lights of the private club casting long shadows across the polished marble floors. Elena sat beside Killian in a private booth, her posture relaxed but her mind sharp.Tonight was her first real test.Killian had brought her here to meet Senator Caldwell, a corrupt politician who had deep ties to Victor. The man had been paid well to keep his mouth shut, but Victor’s recent moves suggested that the senator had switched sides.And that was a mistake.Elena watched as the senator took a nervous sip of his whiskey, his fingers tapping against the glass in a frantic rhythm. His eyes flickered between Killian and Jax, then finally to her.“You’re new,” he muttered, attempting a smirk, though his voice wavered.Elena tilted her head. “You’re observant.”Killian didn’t look at her, but she felt his approval. He had told her to observe, but that didn’t mean she had to be silent.The senator exhaled sharply, shifting in his s

Elena could still hear the ringing of gunfire in her ears, feel the weight of the gun in her hand, smell the sharp tang of blood lingering in the air.The mansion was eerily silent when they returned.The others had dispersed, licking their wounds and downing whiskey like it was water. Jax had already collapsed onto one of the leather couches, groaning about a bruised rib, while the rest of the men cleaned their weapons.But Elena?She wasn’t tired. She wasn’t shaken. She was wired.She followed Killian through the dimly lit hallways, her body thrumming with adrenaline, her mind replaying the moment over and over again—the feel of the trigger beneath her finger, the way the man’s body crumpled, the rush that followed.She had killed again.And she liked it.At the top of the stairs, Killian stopped. He turned, watching her with an intensity that made her stomach tighten. The chandelier above cast golden shadows across his chiseled features, makin

The mansion was eerily quiet. Too quiet.Elena stood by the window, arms crossed, watching the darkened streets below. A storm was rolling in, heavy clouds hanging low in the sky.She could still feel the ghost of Killian’s touch on her skin, his grip from earlier—rough, possessive, impossible to forget.But there was no time to dwell on that.Killian and Jax were in the study, deep in conversation. The attack at the club had changed everything. Victor wasn’t running anymore. He was playing.A knock at the door made her tense.One of Killian’s men stepped inside, his expression tight. “Boss, we found something outside the gate.”Killian was on his feet instantly, his body humming with tension. “What is it?”The man hesitated before glancing at Elena. “It’s for her.”Her stomach twisted.She didn’t wait—she pushed past Killian, heading straight for the front of the mansion.Outside, in the dim glow of the estate’s security lights, some