All Chapters of Owned by You: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

Summer’s POVThe mansion is quiet, but I feel the weight of it pressing down on me. Every step I take across the polished floors echoes too loudly, reminding me that I am alone here with Alexander. Technically, not alone. He’s just there, watching, always watching. But even that presence feels suffocating.I try to focus on anything else, the rain tapping against the windows, the faint scent of cigar smoke lingering in the study, but nothing can distract me from the thought that has been gnawing at my mind since earlier: the wedding. My wedding.I had barely recovered from the grief of the boy when Alexander had casually dropped the bomb that he told my mother we were getting married. Casually. Like it was just another part of his day, like it didn’t involve my life, my feelings, or my sanity.I sit on the couch in the living room, hugging my knees to my chest. I can feel the bruises from the hospital, the remnants of my stress, but my mind is elsewhere. I glance at the door and see A

Third Person PoVThe dim, sensual glow of the bedroom illuminated Summer's naked body as she stretched out languidly on the plush mattress, a satisfied smile playing on her luscious, glossy lips. She could still feel the ghost of Alexander's touch on her flushed skin, the lingering heat of his breath against her neck. Her body thrummed with the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking, a delicious ache settling between her thighs. After she said to Alexander to rest, Alexander became wild. His body is full of heat. As she slowly came down from her euphoric high, Summer couldn't help but let her mind drift back over the events that had brought her to this moment. It had all started a few months ago, when the handsome, wealthy Alexander had swept into her life like a whirlwind. With his chiseled jaw, piercing green eyes, and rock-hard physique, he was every woman's ultimate fantasy. And Summer had been no exception, quickly finding herself drawn to his magnetic charisma and sinful smil

Summer’s POVThe next morning felt too still. Too quiet. Like the air itself was waiting.Even the usual hum of the mansion, the soft chatter of the maids, the footsteps in the hallways, seemed muted, almost cautious. I stood near the tall glass windows of the living room, watching the drizzle outside as my heart thumped a nervous rhythm in my chest.Lucien de Rossi.Alexander’s brother.I’d heard his name whispered enough times to know he wasn’t the type of man people forgot. A ghost, some said. A strategist, others claimed. The “shadow” of the de Rossi family.And now, after years away, he was coming home.Behind me, I could hear Alexander’s steady footsteps pacing across the marble floor. He hadn’t said much since dawn, but his clenched jaw and restless hands gave him away. He was never good at hiding emotions, not when it came to his brother.“Are you nervous?” I asked softly, turning to look at him.He stopped pacing and met my gaze. “No.”But the slight flicker in his eyes said