All Chapters of OWNED BY THE MADDOX BROTHERS : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

The wedding night was supposed to be romantic, so they say. It was supposed to be full of love, chemistry and desire. But I felt nothing apart from dread. It chewed at me, clawed at the pit of my stomach as I sat on the edge of the bed—still in my wedding dress. I watched silently as Lugard consumed sticks of wrapped tobacco, with a glass of whiskey in his free hand.He hadn't said a word to me since we returned to his mansion–his room. In the same room he once tried to stab me to death, because I wanted to leave him.My head spun and pounded. I wanted to cry. I wished I was invisible. I wished he was different. I kept stealing glances at him, praying in my heart that he would just die. But it was the most unrealistic thing. My thoughts reeled, each one horrible and worse than the last. Finally, he lifted his gaze and they fell on me.My pulse accelerated, my heart thudding so loud and hard it could jump out of my chest. I swallowed hard, immediately dropping my gaze, looking away

ZAYLAThe rain came out of nowhere. A few soft taps on the windshield. One moment, I was driving under a sky bruised with clouds —the next, it felt like the sky had been holding its breath just to spit all over my escape.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. The wipers swiped furiously, but they fought a losing battle. Headlights carved a narrow tunnel through the darkness ahead, everything else swallowed by the storm. I could barely even see five feet ahead.But I didn't stop. I couldn't.My phone vibrated on the dashboard, lighting up the storm dark car.LUGARD. FUCKING. BLADE.My fingers froze around the wheel. My stomach twisted. For a long second, I just stared. I should’ve let it ring or even smashed the phone out of the window. But it wouldn't hurt to answer it, right? So, I answered.“Running away, sweetheart?” His voice was smooth, edged with that sugary tone that made my skin crawl. Like he’d already won. “For now? Yes.” I replied, my voice sharp.“You really think

ZIVENShe fuckin lied.The name Eva Taylor didn’t exist. Not in my system. Not in any government record, medical file, school, or social ID database — and I’d searched all of them the second I noticed she'd slept off. And that didn’t happen by accident.Why would she lie?I sat back, watching her from the corner of my eye as she slept on my couch, totally unaware of who I am and the records I possessed.Archer and my brothers, are the only ones that knew I lived here and why I moved here. I don't fucking let anyone into my house. I could've sworn pity was the reason I let her in, but that word didn't exist in the dictionary of a Maddox. And she looked anything but pitiable, damn she looked too proud for a beggar. Was it her beauty?Okay, she was beautiful in that dangerous way — the kind that made men reckless, or worse, curious. Storm-grey eyes, long dark hair and lashes that fanned across her cheeks, jaw tight even in sleep. Her wet hair was now starting to curl at the ends as it

ZAYLA The door swung open and two bulky men stepped in. My heart rate picked up, as if synced with the thick and heavy tension, that suddenly enveloped the room."Hello, brother." My gaze shifted to the owner of the voice. I could only see his side profile, and Just like the hot guy, he was muscularly built and tall. Dressed in an onyx button-down short sleeve shirt that hugged his body tightly, like it would tear the moment he tried to flex. Tucked into neatly ironed black pants, which he easily pulled off with his long legs. "We always come at the right time, don't we, brother?" He playfully smacked the hot guy's shoulder and turned towards me. "Hi," he flashed me a grin. My chest made a flip flop movement, as my gaze settled on his face. I needn't be told they were brothers, he was very identical to him, but had a whole different vibe. Unlike the hot guy, he had no visible tats, his eyes were a pair of warm, honey-brown irises, his hair, dark and long, which he tied back. An