Lahat ng Kabanata ng Billionaire Possessive Mind: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Zayan's entire body stiffened.His hand clenched around the phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His jaw locked, his breathing heavy, but his eyes — his dark, merciless eyes — never left Duaa's sleeping figure in his arms."What... the fuck did you just say?" His voice was low. Deadly.The man on the other end — Kabir — stuttered, clearly sensing the storm he had just unleashed."Zayan... t-there's evidence. A girl came today... s-she says she's the real Anaya. And— Sharez bhai... he confirmed it, he found her."Confirmed.The word echoed in his head like a bullet.For a second — just a second — Zayan's mind went blank.He stared at Duaa's innocent sleeping face — her long lashes resting against her cheeks, her lips slightly parted, her body curled trustingly into his.His Duaa.His wife.His fucking life.Not Anaya?Another girl?Sharez confirmed it?The rage, the obsession, the pure madness boiled so violently inside him that he almost crushed the phone in his hand.With

The room smelled of cigars and secrets.A single bulb hung above the table, casting long, monstrous shadows across the walls.Anaya leaned back in her chair, crimson lips curled in a satisfied smirk. Her gold heels tapped rhythmically on the marble floor, the sound echoing like a warning.Arsh Khan lit a cigar, smoke curling around his face like a ghost. "Everything's going according to plan," he murmured. "Zayan suspects nothing. And Duaa—" he chuckled low—"poor girl doesn't even know who she is.""She won't know," Anaya said coldly, adjusting her diamond earring. "Not until it's too late. The crown will be placed on my head on her 25th birthday. And Zayan will be mine by then... willing or not."From the farthest corner, a chair creaked.Izaar sat in the shadows, his eyes gleaming — sharp, hungry. Unblinking."She doesn't belong to Zayan," he said, voice low and guttural. "She's mine. I've watched her long enough. He touches her like she's a toy. But I'll have her. All of her.""If

She choked on a sob. "They stole my life...""And I'll steal theirs," I growled, voice shaking with the storm inside me. "Every single one of them. Arsh Khan. That bitch. And every fucking person they have ever met in their entire life."Her fingers curled into my shirt.I pulled her into my chest — holding her like if I let go, she'd vanish again."Jaan," I whispered. "I swear on every last breath I take — they'll pay for this. All of them."She stayed quiet, but I felt it — the way her body trembled against me, not just from fear now... but from the gravity of what she'd just learned.The world thought they could replace her.But now they'd face the wrath of the man who loved her like a madman."Let me tell you something,"I said looking at her. My voice still firm but softer than usual"They told me your died!"I said as she gasped"I didn't believe them, I never did—because my heart says that you are there taking your breaths and getting ready to be claimed by me!" I said my voice f

My knees weakened. I gripped the edge of the table."After that night, i never had seen the real him""He saved you," she continued, her voice trembling now. "Carried you through the chaos with his bare hands. Hid you for weeks while they searched for you—those who wanted to erase you, replace you."I was shaking."Why... why didn't he ever tell me?" I asked, voice cracking.She looked at me with something sharp and painful in her eyes. "Because telling you would've destroyed your safety. He chose silence over comfort. Distance over love. He let you hate him so the world wouldn't hurt you again."Tears burned my eyes. My heart couldn't keep up with what I was hearing."He gave up his childhood, his peace, his innocence—for you," she said. "Every decision he made, every man he threatened, every secret he buried... it was to keep you breathing, Anaya.""But why?" I whispered, broken. "Why would he carry that burden for so long? Why me?"She stepped closer, and for once, she wasn't a que

ZAYANA letter.A new truth.A new mystery to solve.A new burden to my chest."I'm coming," I said sharply and hung up.But I didn't move.I leaned down, brushing my nose against hers, breathing her in like a man gasping after drowning in hell."You stay here," I whispered, voice dark and low. "Don't run. Don't cry. Don't even fucking think of disobeying me again, jaan.""I won't let this letter change anything between us."She blinked, visibly shaken.I kissed her forehead again — not soft. Possessive. Marking her.And then I stood, fixing my collar, eyes still locked on her as she sat there, dazed, flushed, ruined—and entirely mine."I'll be back, Mrs. Zayan Khan," I muttered."And when I return..."I smirked darkly."You won't be able to walk for days."The air inside Kabir's private study was thick. Ancient, suffocating, familiar.Dust still floated around, tiny ghosts dancing in the dim light that slashed through the wooden blinds. The entire room smelled like old paper, burnt m