Alle Kapitel von Owned by Billionaire: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

The sun poured in through the penthouse high windows, sending slices of gold onto the marble floor. No warmth softened Elena's heart. Today.She perched at the end of the couch, back rigid, staring at the folder Sophia dropped. The proof was on the coffee table: voice messages, screenshots, photographs in front of her building. They all huddled around her with the single evil purpose: to bring down Killian and ruin the tiny relationship that was still intact.Killian strode the length of the living room behind her, phone against his ear, his expression grim."Get Jeremy to have the legal team work on it immediately. Get all the bugs tracked, inspect every device. And discover who installed those goddamn cameras in my office."His was a rough, commanding voice, but Elena could see the storm raging under. He was angry—and scared. She couldn't fault him. Their world was spinning out of control.He slammed the receiver down into its cradle, the silence between them still."She's trying to

Storm rain continued unabated the entire night through. It pounded against Killian's penthouse glass walls relentlessly, pounded out an insistent rhythm—nature mimicking the hurricane which abducted Elena. She stood opposite the windowpane with arms huddled over her head, fists drawn up in a small X on top of her head. Her head whirled round and round, a jigsaw puzzle of shattered memory and blinding shock. The more that filtered out, the deeper only the obsession grew. And worse—worst of all—it was causing her to doubt every single thing she ever thought she knew about Killian Graves.Silently behind her, the sound of footsteps. She didn't need to turn to know it was him."You're not speaking," Killian whispered softly, his voice a hum of humming velvet that surrounded her. "That's typically the precursor to screaming at me or fleeing."She didn't move. "I've seen the file, Killian. The whole report of what occurred that night my father was killed. The photographs. The money transfe

The wind screamed as the speedboat sliced through the black water, a suds of foam trailing behind it. Elena clung to the railing of the boat, her rigid, spray-hardened fingers chilled against the metal. The private island was just visible in the distance—a dark shape looming in the foreground, its serrated cliffs and dark-green jungle splashes of light only where the thin ribbon of a moon made its passage above it.She had insisted on going alone.Killian had complained, naturally. So had Julia, Roman, and all the rest of the players in the game. But Elena knew her brother. If there was even a chance of reaching Dante—of pulling him back from the shadows—she had to attempt it in person, and she had to attempt it alone.The boat slowed as it passed into the strait inlet. Killian's contact had arranged a short course that took them in through the outer woods unseen. Elena jumped off the side of the boat and into the shallow water, boots splashing in the surf as she grabbed the small sat

The icy quiet of the penthouse was stifling. Elena was standing in the center of the room, fists on her hips, exhaling and inhaling with suppressed fury. Killian hadn't spoken a word since she struck him. He simply stood with his jaw clenched, vacant eyes. "Say something," she snarled at last in a harsh voice. Killian gazed at her and saw for the first time in weeks the crack in the mask. "What do you need me to tell you, Elena? That I was wrong? That I wish I had talked sooner? Her heart ached at the bitter edge to his voice. "No. I want to know why you believed it was all right to hide something like that from me. You don't get to determine what I can and can't handle." He took another step, and she backed up. "Elena—" Don't,' she cut in. "You lied. You looked at me every night, you touched me, you put your arms around me—and lied despite it all. You told me you loved me." "I love you." His voice was harsh. "Every damn minute, I love you." "Why didn't you trust me?" she snee

The tempest outside the windows was equaled by the tempest that raged inside Killian's penthouse. The rain lashed against the high windows, thunder growled at a distance, casting fleeting shadows on the metallic walls. But it wasn't rain that kept Killian walking up and down—it was the enormity of Elena's silence once the truth had been told. She didn't come home last night. Not since Sophia's final betrayal had been revealed and the twisted puzzle pieces clicked into place. The scent of deceit still lingered on everything, and Elena's ravaged face after glimpsing Dante Romano—her specter, her brother—would not escape him. Killian was at the window, watching as the rain-pitted streets below became more and more indistinct. His jaw was clenched in a hard line. Elena's agony was no longer founded on the past. Now, she had a face—a face once that of the sole family remaining to her, The soft jingle of the opening elevator warned him to re-arrange himself suddenly. She was there. Ele