Semua Bab Owned by Billionaire: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The city never truly slept. Even at this hour—long past midnight—New York hummed with life.Elena stood in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of Killian’s penthouse, watching the traffic snake through the streets below. It was almost hypnotic.Almost enough to distract her from the war that was about to unfold.Her reflection stared back at her—dark eyes filled with silent rage, lips pressed into a thin line. She wasn’t the same woman she had been weeks ago.Once, she had been nothing but a pawn in a world she didn’t understand.Now, she was playing the game.Behind her, the door clicked open.She didn’t need to turn to know it was Killian.His presence was like a shadow—dark, overwhelming, inescapable.“I thought you’d be asleep,” he murmured, stepping closer.Elena let out a quiet breath. “You and I both know that’s not happening.”Killian’s green eyes flickered as he leaned against the edge of the window beside her. His

Elena stepped into Graves Enterprises, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floors. The air inside the towering skyscraper was thick with authority, power, and the unmistakable presence of Killian Graves.She had spent the entire night strategizing her next move, mapping out ways to take him down, piece by piece. Yet now, standing here, she felt his presence before she even saw him.A shiver danced along her spine.Then, a deep voice cut through the silence."Ms. Black."She turned slowly.Killian stood near the elevator, his broad frame clad in an impeccably tailored black suit. His silver cufflinks gleamed under the bright lobby lights, but it was his storm-gray eyes that held her captive—piercing, cold, and calculating.A slow, almost lazy smirk tugged at his lips. Dangerous. Intoxicating."Mr. Graves," Elena greeted coolly, forcing a polite smile.His eyes flickered with amusement. "How interesting. You’re back at work a

The heavy door slammed shut, the sound reverberating through the dimly lit penthouse suite.Elena’s heartbeat pounded in her ears as she turned to face the man who had just locked them inside. Killian stood in front of the door, his broad frame blocking any exit, his dark eyes burning with uncontrolled fury."You think this is a game, sweetheart?" His voice was low, dangerously calm—the calm before a storm.Elena crossed her arms, refusing to be intimidated. "Everything is a game to you, Killian. I’m just playing by your rules."A smirk tugged at his lips, but there was no amusement in his eyes. In a flash, he closed the distance between them, backing her against the floor-to-ceiling window. The city lights flickered behind him, but all she could focus on was the sheer power radiating off him."You wanted my attention?" he murmured, his breath ghosting over her lips. "Now you have all of it."Elena refused to look away. "And what are you going to do with

Elena woke up with a heavy weight against her body. Warm. Possessive. Unyielding.Killian.Her eyes fluttered open, finding herself tangled in his embrace. His arm was draped over her waist, his grip firm even in sleep, as if he feared she would slip away. The events of the previous night burned in her mind—his hands, his lips, the way he had claimed her as if he owned every inch of her.Her heart hammered in her chest. This wasn’t part of the plan.She had promised herself she would use him, seduce him, make him believe he held the power—only to shatter him in the end. But now, she was the one caught in his web.Carefully, she shifted beneath his grip, attempting to slip out of bed without waking him. Killian stirred slightly but didn’t wake. She exhaled in relief, sliding out from under the covers and grabbing her discarded dress. She needed space. She needed clarity.But as she stepped into the bathroom, her breath hitched.A message was scrawled

The soft glow of city lights flickered through the penthouse windows, casting elongated shadows across the polished marble floors. The scent of expensive whiskey and lingering gunpowder still clung to the air, remnants of the war they had fought mere hours ago. Elena sat stiffly on the edge of the leather couch, her hands clasped tightly together as she watched Dante’s unconscious form resting in the guest suite.Killian leaned against the doorframe, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, revealing the hard lines of his chest. He watched her in silence, his stormy gray eyes calculating, unreadable.“You’re reckless,” Elena finally muttered, breaking the heavy silence.Killian’s lips curled into a smirk. “I saved your brother’s life. You’re welcome.”Elena’s jaw tightened. “That’s not the point. You went in there like a damn lunatic! If Victor had planned this as a trap—”“But he didn’t.” Killian pushed off the wall and stalked toward her, his every movement oozing c