All Chapters of HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

~Luna"I'm really not doing this because I’m afraid of you," I said, my tone flat, my pistol still hanging at my side like a promise waiting to be fulfilled. "I just want to see how this ends. But tell me something, Zoey… what would you do about Thorne? Because he’s obviously my goal. To kill him."Her composure cracked at that, eyes widening as if the word kill had been too sharp, too final. "Kill him? Why?" she asked, her voice trembling with genuine concern, almost desperation.I stepped closer, my boots echoing against the metallic floor of Cloud 9. "Why?" I repeated, my voice bitter, low, venom laced in every syllable. "Because he killed Marcel. The only man who ever made me believe love wasn’t just a poison, who made me believe I wasn’t too broken to be saved when I was dying inside. The one who captured my heart when I thought there was nothing left of it. He killed Marcel. Don’t you dare forget Marcel was your brother."Zoey’s face twisted, a storm passing over her features, a

~Zoey“What are you going to do now?” she asked, her voice carrying that sly edge, like she already knew the answer.“We wait,” I replied coolly, moving toward the stairs. My boots echoed against the stone as I climbed. “I don’t know what comes next. But I’m going back to my country.”Zoey’s steps followed me, light but deliberate. “Our alliance doesn’t activate until the Obsidian does,” she said firmly, as though she had the right to set the rules.I smirked over my shoulder. “If that’s how you want to put it, I’m fine with it. It’s natural to be scared, Zoey. Afraid this might not work. We’ve never unleashed this before, after all.” I took another slow step upward, my hand brushing against the cold wall for balance.She closed the distance between us, her presence sharp as a blade pressed to my back. “I’m not scared,” she whispered, her tone dripping with arrogance. “I just want to be certain what fate is telling me. Kill you first… or Katherine first?” She said it like she owned th

“Well, I would have to tell you this.” I finally said, breaking through the thin veil of laughter that still lingered in the air. My tone was heavy enough to silence even Reid. “I met Zoey while y’all were probably asleep.”The table shifted, all eyes snapping to me at once.“I saw you slip out,” Katherine said quickly, her gaze piercing. “I was damn curious where you went to.”I nodded slowly. “She gave me a deal. To support her. We, activated the Obsidian Sons. But nothing is happening yet.”The effect of my words was instant. Reid dropped his fork with a loud clang. Katherine’s eyes widened as if I had grown another head. Lorenzo’s calm mask cracked into disbelief.“Are you a fool?” Katherine’s voice rose, sharper than I’d ever heard it. “You let her do that?”Her outburst cut through me, but I didn’t flinch. I deserved it.“I know. I was a fool,” I admitted, lowering my gaze to the untouched food before me. My voice came softer now, almost breaking. “The gun was in my palm. I had

~Katherine“Say it,” he growled against my lips. “Say I fuck you better than Lorenzo.”“Lucien,” I tried to defy him, but he shoved his knee between my thighs, grinding up until I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out. His smile was cruel, knowing.“Lucien, fuck—” I gasped as his fingers found me, no gentleness, just plunging in my pussy, hard and fast. My body clenched around his hand and I cried out, half in anger, half in need.“You’re already wet for me,” he said, voice low and mocking. “Don’t you dare lie about it.”I writhed under him, grinding against his fingers, desperate and furious all at once. He worked me open, fast, rough, pushing me until I was trembling, then suddenly he pulled his hand away. I cursed, breathless, but before I could spit another word he shoved my panties aside fully.His cock split me open, tearing a cry from my throat as my back arched against the sheets. The

~ElenaThe clatter of utensils echoed softly against the walls of the kitchen. It felt strange, unnatural, almost that my hands were here, chopping onions and stirring a pot, instead of holding blades or sketching maps of battle. I had never imagined myself making food for him. For Thorne.The scent of garlic and simmering broth wrapped around me, warm and oddly comforting. Each stir of the spoon felt like I was stirring up old memories I’d buried, the days I used to dream of a normal life, a family untouched after getting married to a cool innocent man.Yet here I was, serving a man who was as guilty as the devil like some long lost wife who returned after exile.The door creaked behind me. I didn’t need to turn to know it was him, the weight of his presence filled the room, commanding as always.“Cooking?” His voice carried both surprise and mockery. “You never struck me as the domestic type, Elena.”I smirked, still facing the pot. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not suddenly auditio