All Chapters of Billionaire Possessive Mind: Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

DUAA"Then let the world burn, baby. Because on your birthday, you won't just wear the crown. You'll own the fire."His words echoed against the shell of my ear like a curse—dark, destructive, and terrifyingly inevitable.I froze in place, my breath caught somewhere between my lungs and lips.His arms wrapped around me from behind, a slow drag of possessive fingers crawling up my waist as if he was claiming every inch of me with just a touch."Two days," he whispered, voice raw and low against my skin. "Two days until the world kneels for you. Or burns because of you. Either way, jaan... you'll be mine. In power. In name. In every. Fucking. Way."I swallowed hard, my body betraying me with goosebumps. I hated how my pulse reacted to his voice, how my skin heated under his touch. I hated him.But I hated myself more for not pushing him away.He turned me around in his arms, tilting my chin up. His eyes weren't just dark—they were endless pits of control, lust, and obsession. They consu

ZAYANI felt her body melt against mine — not in surrender, not yet — but in shock. In remembrance. Her lips trembled beneath mine, caught between fear and something far more dangerous: recognition.Her hands didn't push me away.They clutched my shirt.Desperate. Conflicted.God, she still didn't remember who she was. Not fully. But her body did. Her soul did.And that was enough for now.I broke the kiss slowly, dragging her lower lip between my teeth, just to hear that tiny sound she made — half gasp, half need.Her eyes fluttered open."Zayan..." she breathed, as if saying my name alone could burn her tongue.I smiled. Not soft. Not safe. The kind of smile men wore before pulling the trigger. "Say it again."She didn't.So I gripped her jaw harder, tilting her face up to me."Say. It. Again."Her throat worked. "Zayan."I kissed her again, but this time it wasn't slow. It was rough. Deep. Like a man claiming a war prize. Like every second apart had driven me mad. And maybe it had.

ZAYAN"Tonight, I claimed it all for you"Her eyes burned into mine — sharp, steady, sacred."Yes," she whispered, defiant and breathless. "But only if you rule with me."Something twisted in my chest — dark, wild, consuming.I wasn't built for softness. I was forged from fire and violence. My hands were meant for war, not worship. And yet... here I was, kneeling over her like she was divinity itself. Not because I was weak — but because in her chaos, I'd found the only religion I'd ever believe in."You think I could ever stand beside you?" I asked, voice hoarse, my thumb brushing over her swollen lower lip. "I'm not a king, Anaya. I'm the weapon you use to kill kings."She grinned — wicked, knowing."Good. Because I don't need a crown on your head. I need blood on your hands... for me."God.She was terrifying.And she was mine.I crashed my lips to hers again, more desperate than before. Every part of me demanded her — not in pieces, not in moments — but all at once. Like she was a