All Chapters of HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

She’s dressed for court and war both, perfume so bright it tries to claim the air. She carries no visible weapon. That always amuses her: the confidence of a hand that thinks it owns the world.We meet by the nose of the jet. She inclines her head sideways, politely. “You look tired,” she says. “You always did the martyr role well.”I look at her. No reply. Words are small now. Actions are louder. Jalen stands just out of sight, his face a shadow. Two pilots linger in the cockpit, one of them trained in looking away when business gets dirty. That’s on purpose.We walk together into the pool of light in front of the Aeris. I set the box on a crate between us. The wooden seal is plain, the lock is not. She can open it easily enough. She can take the pieces. She can fold them into her hands and feel the power heat against her palm.“You think I’d bleed you dry and not take precautions?” she asks softly.“You always overestimate me,” she replies. That voice, the voice she uses when she t

~ElenaI let his hand on my waist stay there, heavy and familiar, like a map I’d learned by heart. His question hung in the air between us, brutal, necessary. For a moment I watched him instead of answering, the way his jaw flexed when he spoke of blood, the way his eyes softened at the memory of regret. “Honestly, I never thought past that,” I admitted, fingers finding the hollow of his wrist. “After Luna’s out of this game, and she will be out, the rest is debris. Katherine knows what she’s signing up for. She knows where her loyalties should lie if she’s not a fool. As for Lorenzo… he’s combustible. He wants revenge for Marcel, and revenge makes men careless.”He watched me, the question sharpening in his gaze. “Why did you even kill him?” I asked, and the words were steadier than I felt. Truth has a way of wanting a voice when the blood runs hot.Thorne’s laugh was bitter, a sound that didn’t reach his eyes. “He tried to hurt you,” he said slowly. “Or maybe it was me. It was mes

~Thorne“Then look into my eyes, Thorne… and tell me you don’t love her.”Her voice dropped to a whisper, but it cut through me sharper than a blade.My chest tightened. I could hear Liam’s faint shifting behind me, feel his small presence tethering me to the floor, but all I saw was her. Luna, broken and unyielding at once.I swallowed hard, and for the first time in years, I couldn’t lie.“I swear I do,” I said. My voice was hoarse, each word dragging out of me like confession. “I love her.”The silence between us cracked, jagged, like lightning tearing across the sky. Luna blinked slowly, but her eyes never wavered from mine. They were demanding, merciless.Her breath shuddered. “Then what was I to you? What was your son to you? If you could find peace in her arms after burying me?”I raked a hand through my hair, my throat burning as the memories came flooding back, too fast, too raw. “What was I supposed to do when you died, Luna?” The words tore out of me like a plea. “You left

~ThorneI left Luna’s chamber with her warning still carved into my bones, the echo of her slap lingering on my skin like a mark I couldn’t wash away. Her voice trailed after me long after the door shut behind her, don’t care about me, care about him.But the corridors in this house never gave me time to breathe. One storm always followed another.When I pushed the door to my chambers open, Elena was waiting, sprawled on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed elegantly over the other, a glass of red wine balanced in her hand. The way she looked at me was the way a cat looks at a bird caught between its paws, casual, entertained, but ready to dig in at the first twitch.Her lips curved into that smile she wore when she wanted to cut me deeper than any blade. “Did you put your little girl to rest?” she asked softly, almost sweetly, but every syllable dripped with venom.I closed the door behind me and let the sil

The cab they had arranged for me waited at the curb, engine purring softly. I slipped inside, the door closing with a muted thud, and let the city blur past the window as the driver carried me to the destination they had chosen.When we stopped, it was in front of a quiet restaurant tucked between taller, noisier buildings. A place that seemed too discreet, too carefully chosen to be accidental. Inside, a host led me through the low lit dining room and toward a small corner table, slightly apart from the others, as though it had been waiting for me all along.I settled into the seat, the air faintly scented with wine and roasted herbs, my nerves pricking with every second that passed.Then she appeared.Katherine slid gracefully into the chair beside me, her expression unreadable, her perfume lingering like a secret between us. I glanced around the room, searching for familiar faces, but Freya, Lorenzo, Lucien, and Rosy were nowhere to be found. Only Katherine had come.And that, s