บททั้งหมดของ Claimed by the billionaire : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Christian pov She knocked once. Soft. Like she was scared to even touch the door. 
Good. She should be. “Come in,” I said, not bothering to look up from the folder in my hands. She stood in front of me like a girl caught stealing — posture tense, hands fidgeting, eyes avoiding mine. But all I could think about was the way she looked twelve hours ago. Sweaty, wild and lost in music. The fucking center of attention. 
Men stared like she was theirs to take.
And she didn’t even flinch. The same girl who sat silent as a lamb during our contract signing. The same girl who barely looked me in the eye, who looked like she'd shatter if I raised my voice. I thought she was dull. Easily forgettable. A mistake I could tolerate. But last night? She wasn’t forgettable. She was fire. Dangerous. Reckless. And she was mine. She didn’t speak, just stood there like she didn’t know what to do next. That made two of us. Who the hell was she? I should’ve tossed her out the mo

Christian pov I didn't know how many drinks I had. All I could remember was Daniel walking into my bar and assisting me to my room like he managed to do. He didn't say anything to me, or if he did, I didn't remember. Everything after that moment was lost in a haze. Sitting up in my bed, I glared at the water and painkillers left over for me. If it weren't for the headache, I would have gladly left them there to rot. Without touching the water, I swooped up the pills and swallowed them. Getting up from my bed, I strolled over to the restroom. My attention immediately shot to the shower. For some strange reason, I couldn't help but think back to that girl. Elizabeth. Her body in that skimpy dress—if that’s even a dress— the way she swayed her hips, it was still stuck in my head. She surprised me. The mere thought was enough to make my dick throb. "Fuck," I muttered. I couldn't help but to turn on the water that immediately went sprawling out the shower head. I didn'

Christian POV “…It’s a stupid proposal,” I muttered, shutting the folder on my desk with a hard snap. Alex chuckled from the chair across from me, stretching his legs like he had all the time in the world. “That’s what happens when you let Harvard grads with too much confidence and zero instinct send you buyout terms. We should’ve shut that down last week.” I leaned back in my chair, gaze fixed on the skyline beyond my floor-to-ceiling windows. The city looked as cold and mechanical as I felt today. I’d been in meetings since 6 a.m., and my patience was wearing thin. Alex poured himself a drink from the bar in the corner without asking—not that he ever needed to. He and I had been in business long enough to skip formality. Though I owned the empire, Alex Vaughn was one of the few people I trusted to sit across from me and speak without filters. Longtime friend. Partner in two of my subsidiary companies. Sharp, cocky, and unfortunately observant. Like me. He sank into the

Elizabeth POV I was sorting through my dresser when I heard the door click. My fingers froze on the silk blouse in my hands. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was him. His presence dragged into the room before his voice did—thick, heavy, unsettling. Like smoke before fire. I stood quickly, still holding the blouse like some kind of useless shield. Christian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his gaze fixed—unblinking, unreadable. My breath caught for a second. He wasn’t dressed up. Just a fitted black T-shirt that hugged his chest a little too perfectly, veins trailing his forearms. His dark pants hung low on his hips, casual but criminally commanding. Like he hadn’t tried, but still looked sinfully untouchable. And yet all I could think about was how unfair it was that someone so cold could look that devastating. His eyes dropped slowly. From my flushed face… down my body. My oversized shirt barely covered the tops of my thighs, my hair half-tied. I s

Elizabeth POV I wasn’t prepared for this. I’ve been to events before—with my not-so-loving family—but nothing ever felt like this. This wasn’t just an event. It was a statement. The structure looked more like a modern palace than a venue. Sleek yet imposing, with soft golden lights glowing across its exterior. Three enormous fountains danced across the lawn, water glistening under the warm lights lining the path toward the entrance. Dozens of limousines and expensive black cars pulled up, one after the other. I watched as elegantly dressed men and women stepped out like they belonged to a different world—flawless makeup, confident steps, the kind of effortless grace that screamed old money. Some walked alone. Others appeared in polished couples, hands linked, heads high. The car slowed in the center of the long, curved driveway. The moment it stopped, my stomach twisted into anxious knots. This was it. The moment the world would see me—his wife. The door opened beside me w