All Chapters of The Billionaire Who Bought Me The Moon: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Samantha’s pulse pounded in her ears, growing more annoyed each second with Jason’s iron grip around her hand. Fuck this.She'd overheard him talking to her mother about how he'd come to her house to meet her family, whether they liked it or not, and it ground her fucking gears.“Get the fuck off me, leave me alone! You can’t..”He didn't even respond; he just stared at her with a cold but amused look in his eyes. The kind of look that a lion would give a struggling rabbit."You arrogant fucking bastard. You have to be taught a lesson. I don't know when it's going to be, or how, all I know is that one of these days I'll definitely get back at you!"Suddenly, Jason spun, slamming her back against the wall so fast her eyes opened wide in shock, and she held her breath.He looked straight into her eyes with an expression she couldn't read then he kissed her. If Samantha was breathing a little before, then she definitely wasn't now. His kiss was rough and completely merciless, tasting of

Samantha stumbled up the steps to her front door, the night air feeling cool against her overheated skin. Jason had given her one last, mind-numbing kiss, slapped her ass and sent her on her way without even considering that she might say no to his ring.She saw him waiting at the curb, watching her till he was certain she'd entered her apartment before finally telling his driver to leave. Her legs shook as she walked up the stairs to her apartment. She had been single and sexless for such a long time over the past few years that she was entirely out of practice, and her legs still felt like jelly. She's forgotten all about Jason's huge cock, and now they'd been reintroduced.The diamond-studded ring on her finger sparkled in the dim light as she helplessly glared down at it, her stomach tightening up in knots as the memory of Jason sliding the ring on her finger replayed over and over again in her mind.She took out her keys and opened the door, her body still aching overall with bo

Samantha woke to the smell of damp concrete and rusted metal. Her throat felt raw, she felt dizzy and confused, and for a moment, she didn't even remember she was. Her wrists ached, they were pulled behind the chair so tight that the rough ropes had already rubbed her skin bloody.Panic caused her to wake up fully, and her eyes darted around. She was in a bare abandoned-looking room, with one single lightbulb flickering overhead. The air was freezing cold, and Samantha shivered. Her towel had been lost somehow, and she was now wearing an oversized white shirt. It was thin and short-sleeved, so it didn't help with the cold.Her mouth was sealed with duct tape, which pulled painfully at her skin every time she tried to move her mouth to scream. There were ropes on her chest too, she could feel them biting into her ribs as her chest rose and fell with every panicked breath.She wasn't alone.Marcus sat slouched in a chair across from her, a cigarette burning low between his fingers. Hi

The photo of Samantha's bruised, trembling face looked back at him as though someone had pressed a hot iron straight into his chest. Her wrists were bound to the chair and her head tilted down in defiance despite everything, her body shaking. They'd made her look so small and breakable. And beneath it, the words: Fifty million. Twenty-four hours. Now Jason had paid more than that for a private satellite, for a jet, for scraps of land he'd never set foot on. He'd even bought the moon for Samantha, all without breaking a sweat, because there was much more where that money came from. But this wasn't about money, this was about the arrogance of a few money-hungry strangers to put their hands on what was his. Why would anyone put a price tag on her, as though Samantha could be bought or sold by anyone but me? His knuckles cracked against the edge of the desk, tearing his skin, but he didn't feel it. Instead, he kept his eyes glued to his phone until it buzzed again with a messa

Samantha's eyes shot up to the ceiling, searching frantically for her hero to come down and rescue her. Meanwhile, the men froze with their guns halfway raised. Marcus's jaw tightened as he scanned the ceiling like he could see through it, his eyes following the sound of the chopper as it grew louder above them."Shit," the scarred Canadian muttered, lowering his weapon slightly and sighing. "Not the fucking police. I'm not going to prison again man.""Could be FBI," another voice added nervously. "That might be federal equipment up there.""Or SWAT," the quiet one said, cocking his rifle with a sharp click. "Jesus Christ, what the hell were we thinking, kidnapping a freaking billionaire's girlfriend. The entire world's military is about to be on our ass cause he probably fucking bought them or something."Marcus snarled, his face twisting with rage. "Enough with your bitching. The cops won't shoot at us if we use her as leverage and put her in the line of fire. Grab the girl. Now!"