All Chapters of Owned by Billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The door hinge creaked as loudly as a rifle in the stillness. Elena sat inside, knotted with tension that forbade her from breathing. Her fingers trembled weakly as she loosened her jacket, draping it over a chair. She was still conscious of Killian's warmth on her wrist, the way his eyes had darkened in ferocity as she'd moved away from him.But she had to go. Didn't she?Elena by the window, city lights casting a sickly glow on her face. Down below, Manhattan thudding to its beat, a town never pausing to consider what people hid. And her own was more substantial than the skyline.The last forty-eight hours had reduced her to a whirlpool she wasn't ready for. Dante's ominous reappearance, Killian's jealousy tantrums in front of the boardroom building—it was all coming unraveled.Her control over all.She tensed at a knock on the door.Her heart ceased to beat. She had wished him not to be him, for one solitary beat.He was."Open up, Elena," deep, gravelly, quietly lethal Killian's v

Elena rode alone in the rear of the black sedan, city lights streaking past her face like ghosts from the other side of the world. Her fist was locked around the waistband of her dress, gathering the satin into her hand as if she could shake the fear out of her body. Killian's words from weeks ago still rang through her mind, hungry and on repeat:"You still think you can handle me, Elena? The fact is, I won already."She loathed the way it made her feel—how his voice alone could make her loosen her grip on her knees and muffle her heart in a stutter. Loathed the way his mere presence in the same room left her responding with shaking nerves and ragged breath.The car skidded rabidly before her penthouse. Her driver opened the door and got out, and she remained seated, disregarding the banding across her chest. She needed to concentrate. Killian's last move hadn't been a move of control—it had been a move of intimidation. He'd wanted her to feel trapped.And God have mercy on her, it w

The penthouse was darkened, city lights pouring through the wide windows like ghosts across the shining marble floor. Elena leaned in the doorway of the living room, arms wrapped around her torso as she gazed down at the city. There was unspoken tension between her and Killian, brimming with everything left unsaid.He stood behind her, icy and unyielding."You ran from me," he breathed, his voice low and controlled—too controlled."I needed room," she replied without turning around. "You know, I was having a lot of difficulty breathing after all that drama with Sophia."Killian took a slow step forward."So you ran. Again."Elena finally whirled, their eyes locking."And what would you have done?" she snarled. "Stayed? Slept with someone who had lied to you? Lied to herself?" Her voice trembled with the passion radiating from her."I would have made you say the truth," Killian growled. "I would have made you face it—to face me. But you fled, like you always do."She winced at the accu

The click of heels on marble floors in Graves Enterprises rang down the hallway as Elena walked with cold determination, on purpose. Her blood still seethed from sparring with Sophia, and her body hummed with tension she had yet to release. The humiliation that preceded this seared her mind—Sophia standing up to her in public, laughing at her, trying to break her. And worse than that was Killian's silence.He'd said nothing. Not during the confrontation. Not since.She burst into the executive suite, ready to shove past his secretary and demand answers. But the suite was empty—except for him.Killian leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, fingers buried in his pockets, eyes gazing down into the city below."You're late," he murmured, as if the world wasn't on fire."You're not telling me anything," Elena snapped, the door slapping shut with a bitter click behind her. "Too quiet for a man who let his fiancée play with his… whatever the devil I am to you now."Slower, he turned, hi

There was friction between them as Elena sat in Killian's penthouse, her arms crossed over her, looking at the gargantuan windows that sprawled out into the New York cityscape. There were lights on the city shining out in the distance, but she could feel only the heaviness of the truth crushing her over her chest."You knew," she finished finally, her voice cold and lethal. "You knew Dante was alive, and you never told me a word about it."Killian took slow breaths behind her. "I didn't know for certain, Elena. I speculated. There is a difference."She stood on her tiptoes, her face twisted with anger and hurt. "A difference? You could have followed the dead into the grave if you decided. But you never uttered a word. Why?"Killian advanced on her, his face stone-cold, the icy steel of his reserve surrounding his words. "Because I was not going to have you chasing ghosts unless I had a reason. And now I do."Her heart clung to those last words. "Evidence? Where is he?"Killian's ex