Lahat ng Kabanata ng Owned By The Don : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

The war had changed shape. It was no longer fought with bullets or blood, but with numbers, shell accounts, and ghosts hidden in code.Jaxon sat at the head of the table in the war room, the soft blue light from the monitors cutting sharp angles across his face. Raven was beside him, her hair loose, eyes fixed on the screen that mapped the Morreau empire like a living organism, branches of corporations, clubs, and trusts, spreading across continents, and beneath it all, in the undercode, Evelyn’s fingerprints.“She used the same network she built for my father,” Jaxon murmured, fingers steepled. “The same offshore accounts, just hidden deeper. She’s been funneling money to Zane through a series of shell charities, children’s relief funds, art restoration projects, humanitarian fronts.” His jaw flexed. “It’s clean on the surface. Perfectly legal. But every dollar bleeds.”Raven leaned forward, tracing the pattern of the transfers. “She didn’t just build this, Jax. She perfected it. Loo

The sun rose pale and uncertain over the city, a weak light filtering through the haze of smoke that still hung over the harbor. From the bedroom window, Raven watched the faint columns rising in the distance, gray against gray, like the ghosts of everything they had lost.Jaxon was still asleep behind her, sprawled across the sheets, one arm thrown over the space she had left. Even in sleep, there was tension in him. His muscles flexed when the wind rattled the balcony doors, and his breathing never quite settled. The Don never really slept; he just closed his eyes and waited for the next war to begin.Raven pressed a hand to the glass, her reflection ghosting over the bruised skyline. There was a tremor in her chest that hadn’t stopped since last night, not just from fear or exhaustion, but the new life forming inside.She turned from the window, her gaze catching on the small white stick on the bathroom counter. The test she’d hidden there when he came in. Two faint lines, so pale

The lights stuttered once, twice, then died. For a a second, the city outside their windows vanished, swallowed by shadow. The penthouse sank into darkness, leaving only the low hum of the backup generator and the rhythmic pulse of Raven’s breathing.Jaxon moved first, gun already drawn, safety off, his silhouette outlined in the brief flare of emergency lights.“Viktor,” he barked into his comm. “Report.”Static first, followed by Viktor’s strained voice. “Systems breach, boss. Internal... repeat, internal. We’ve got someone inside.”Raven held her breath, the thought of viktor's word, "inside," running through her mind as panic set in.Jaxon’s face turned to stone. “Lock down the floors. No one leaves this building.”“Already on it,” Viktor’s voice came back, clipped, urgent. “Power rerouted. Whoever tripped us knew the codes.”Jaxon’s mind was already calculating, "if they knew the codes it could only mean one thing, it was someone close, someone trusted." The network he’d spent ye

The nursery was still half-empty, an unfinished promise caught between peace and war. Soft gray walls, a crib unassembled in the corner, and a faint scent of new paint that hadn’t yet settled. The only sound was the city outside, low thunder, sirens fading, life moving on as theirs stood suspended.Raven ran her fingers over the delicate wooden frame of the crib. “Strange,” she murmured. “We build rooms for futures we’re not even sure we’ll live to see.”Behind her, Jaxon leaned against the doorway, suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled to his forearms. The power in him never dimmed, even in silence. His gaze tracked her every move, not possessive, but anchored, as though she were the only point of calm in a world unraveling.“You’ll see it,” he said quietly, “I’ll make sure of that.”Raven turned, one hand resting on her abdomen. “You can’t promise safety in a world built on fear.”He crossed to her, slow, deliberate. “Fear built this family, but it won’t raise our child.” His voice

The first explosion hit before sunrise. Raven woke to the vibration in the glass walls of the penthouse, the deep, rolling echo that wasn’t thunder. A split second later, sirens cut through the silence. She sat up sharply, heart hammering, as the security panel flashed red.Jaxon was already on his feet, half-dressed, eyes dark and awake. “Pier Four,” he said, scanning the live feed from his phone. “The Corsettis just hit one of our import depots.”Her stomach twisted. “They’re moving faster than we expected.”“Evelyn doesn’t wait. She strikes.”The city outside glowed with the reflection of flame, smoke curling upward into a bruised dawn. Another explosion followed, farther off, sharper, more deliberate. Raven felt the shockwave tremble through the floor.“Second target?” she asked.“Finance hub,” Jaxon said. “They’re cutting liquidity. Evelyn’s aligning with the Corsettis and arms dealers. She’s burning the routes we haven’t abandoned yet.”He turned, his face stone, calm but coiled