All Chapters of Taming the billionaire's heart : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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the empire

The Reynolds estate was quieter than usual, but not in peace.It was the silence that followed a storm taut, brittle, waiting to snap.Everyone had gathered in the formal parlor.The fireplace was lit, more out of habit than need, and the air was thick with expensive perfumes and colognes.Lucian stood by the window, arms crossed, face set in stone. His mother sat stiffly on the tufted settee beside her husband, who was nursing a tumbler of whiskey like it held answers. Across from them, Lucian’s twin sister, Lucia, lounged with her legs crossed, scrolling through her phone like the room was beneath her.Cassian arrived late, with his mother in tow…cool, stunning, and always silent. Their presence always came with the scent of quiet danger, like silk concealing a dagger.The uncles and aunts filtered in, two couples on either side of the room. Their children a smug boy with a Rolex and a girl in a leather jacket flopped down onto a loveseat with an air of amused boredom. Every Reynolds

Last Updated : 2026-06-24

trending damage

Kyrie woke to the sound of a phone she did not own. For a moment, she thought it was part of the dream again, that strange city-life nightmare where voices bled into walls and strangers became storms. But the ringing didn’t stop. It insisted. It lived. Mandy’s apartment was already awake without her permission. Mandy was pacing near the couch, phone pressed to her ear, hair half-tied, voice sharp. “No, I said I don’t care what your page says, take it down…no, I’m not threatening you, I’m correcting you!” Jules stood by the kitchen counter scrolling his phone, expression darker than usual. The glow from the screen made his jaw look carved.Kyrie sat up slowly. “What’s happening?”No one answered immediately.That silence was worse than noise. Mandy finally dropped the call and turned. Her eyes softened the moment she saw Kyrie fully awake. “Hey,” she said carefully. “Don’t panic.” That was exactly what made Kyrie panic.Jules didn’t look up. “Too late. You’re trending.”Kyrie blinked. “

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a house without a heartbeat

Somewhere far from the glass towers and neon chaos of the city, in a small, tired house where paint peeled like old memories, a pot hissed quietly on the stove. Kyrie’s mother stood over it absentmindedly, stirring something she no longer remembered starting properly. The kitchen smelled faintly of onions and overcooked oil. Homey, but hollow.The house had changed since Kyrie left. Not loudly. Quietly. Like someone had removed a heartbeat from the walls. Her son barely called anymore. And Kyrie… Kyrie had disappeared into the city like smoke.She exhaled slowly, wiping her hands on her apron, eyes drifting toward the small radio in the corner that never really worked but stayed there anyway because throwing it away felt like admitting the house was getting emptier.The phone on the counter buzzed. Once. Then again. She frowned and picked it up.A forwarded link. No message. Just a video.Her thumb hesitated. Then she pressed play.At first, she didn’t understand what she was seeing.

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what they want

The message came just after noon.No greeting. No softness. Just a location pinned like a verdict. Management Office — Immediate Attendance Required. Kyrie stared at it for a long time. Mandy hovered near the couch. “That’s not a friendly invite.” Jules was already pulling on his jacket. “That’s a courtroom dressed as a meeting.”Kyrie swallowed. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”Mandy’s voice softened. “I know.”But knowing didn’t change what was waiting for her.---The Vellum building looked different in daylight.Less glamorous. More like a mouth that could swallow people whole if they stood too long at the entrance.Kyrie stepped inside alone.The receptionist didn’t smile.No one did.Whispers followed her like invisible hands brushing against her skin.“That’s her…”“She’s the viral one…”“She slapped Lucian Reynolds…”Kyrie kept walking.Each step felt louder than the last.The elevator ride was too quiet.Too slow.When the doors opened, she felt it immediately.The shift in air.The weight

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she called it love

The car moved slowly through the morning traffic, slicing through the city like it didn’t belong to it. Kyrie sat in the passenger seat with her hands folded tightly in her lap, watching the world pass by in fragments traffic lights, street vendors, glass buildings reflecting broken pieces of sunlight.Her mother kept both hands on the wheel, eyes fixed ahead with a focus that felt too sharp, too controlled.For a while, neither of them spoke.The silence wasn’t empty. It was loaded. Like something waiting to be said but afraid of what it might break.Kyrie finally broke it first.“Where are you taking me?”Her mother exhaled softly. “Home.”Kyrie frowned slightly, turning her head. “My home?”“I have your address,” her mother said. “Mandy’s parents gave it to me.” That made Kyrie go still. She leaned back slowly. “Why are you here?” A pause.Her mother adjusted her grip on the steering wheel. “Your father couldn’t come,” she said carefully. “He sent me.” Kyrie let out a small, humorle

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painted silence

The apartment felt quieter than usual, like even the walls were avoiding eye contact.Kyrie sat on the edge of the couch with her new phone resting in her palm, staring at it like it might suddenly explain her life to her. Mandy had left early for work, Jules had followed not long after, leaving behind instructions, warnings, and a half-finished cup of coffee that had gone cold in protest. The television was on but ignored. Some morning show host laughed too loudly about things that didn’t matter to her anymore. The sound filled the room but never reached her properly. Her fingers tightened slightly around the phone.No job.No Vellum.No clear direction. Only messages she didn’t ask for and a name the internet wouldn’t stop repeating alongside her own. Kyrie. Like it belonged to someone else now.She stood slowly and walked toward the small corner of the apartment she had quietly claimed over the past days. A chair and a table. A canvas leaning against the wall like it was waiting for

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WHEN THE WORLD STARTS LEARNING YOUR NAME

Kyrie didn’t sleep the way normal people slept anymore.She existed in something between rest and replay, where her mind kept reopening moments she didn’t invite. Faces she didn’t choose. Headlines she never agreed to. Somewhere in that blur, morning arrived anyway, like the city had no respect for exhaustion.Mandy was already in the kitchen when Kyrie woke, loud in a way that tried too hard to be normal. A kettle screamed, cupboards opened too aggressively, and Jules’ voice floated from somewhere near the couch where he had clearly decided furniture was optional for sleep.“Morning, trending celebrity,” Jules said without looking up from his phone.Kyrie pulled a pillow over her face. “If you say trending one more time I’m moving back to silence.”Mandy laughed. “Silence doesn’t pay rent, babe.”That got her sitting up.It always did.The room smelled like instant coffee and leftover chaos. Kyrie rubbed her eyes, already sensing something in the air that didn’t belong to peace.Jule

Last Updated : 2026-06-26

The interview that was never an interview

The building looked expensive in the way expensive places often tried not to look expensive. No gold lettering. No dramatic entrance. Just clean glass, warm lights, and people dressed well enough to make you conscious of your own sleeves. Kyrie stood outside for a moment with her hands tucked into her coat pockets. Last night she had imagined this place differently. Not grand. Just hopeful. Somewhere ordinary. Somewhere nobody knew her face.She adjusted the strap of her bag and walked in. The lobby welcomed people the same way luxury brands did. Quietly. As if raising your voice was for people who still had things to prove.She approached reception. “Hi. I’m here for the receptionist interview.” The woman behind the desk smiled politely and checked her screen. “Yes. Please have a seat. Someone will come for you shortly.” Kyrie nodded and sat. The waiting area was too comfortable. Chairs soft enough to make waiting feel intentional. There were magazines she didn’t touch and wate

Last Updated : 2026-06-26

pride looks different in the rain.

The meeting ended the way most things did in Cassian Wycliffe Reynolds’ world, clean signatures, softer tones, words that pretended they weren’t transactions. He left the glass-walled building beside Renzo without looking back, collar slightly loosened, thoughts already detaching from the conversation before the doors had even finished closing behind them.Renzo walked half a step behind, as always, a quiet shadow with opinions he rarely spoke unless something was already wrong.“Board members are circling again,” Renzo said, adjusting his cuff. “Lucian’s recent incident has made them restless.”Cassian didn’t respond immediately. The city air outside the building felt heavier than it should have, like weather was preparing to become something inconvenient.“Lucian is always an incident,” Cassian replied finally.“That one is trending louder than usual,” Renzo added.Cassian gave a short hum that didn’t confirm or deny anything. His attention was already drifting elsewhere, not out of

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they called it scandal

The penthouse didn’t feel like luxury tonight.It felt like containment.Glass walls swallowed the city skyline into a blurred constellation of lights, rain still trailing down the windows in thin restless lines. Inside, everything was too quiet in a way that made even breathing sound intentional.Kyrie lay on the guest bed Cassian had not originally intended to use.Not fully conscious.Not fully gone either.Her body hovered somewhere between exhaustion and fevered sleep, lashes heavy against her cheeks, breath uneven in soft, irregular pulls that didn’t match the steadiness of the room around her. The jacket he had placed on her earlier still clung to her shoulders, damp edges slowly drying into fabric that no longer felt like rain and more like evidence.Cassian stood near the window for a long moment without moving.Not watching her directly.Watching the city instead.As if distance could organize thoughts that refused to stay still.Behind him, Renzo closed the door with contro

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