All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Desire: Owned By Him : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sin City was exactly what its name promised, the most popular strip club in Manhattan. The room stayed dim, drowning with the neon glow of colored nights, red on the strip pool showcasing silhouettes of naked women.Zara arrived for her night shift as the bar girl.“Here comes the queen,” the manager teased. Keisha was big, loud, and carried the kind of worldly look that said she’d seen everything twice.“I’m sorry. I had a small crisis,” Zara said carefully.She was still in a sweater and jeans, her olive skin glowing softly beneath thick black curls.“Bitch, you shut the fuck up.”Zara swallowed. “Ma’am—”Keisha cut her off.“I said you need to be ready to shut the fuck up.”“What time is it?” Keisha snapped.Zara checked her phone. “Eight past.”“And what time were you supposed to be here?”“Who you yelling at, Keisha?”The top stripper walked in.Her name was Body.She charged the highest price in the club and dressed like she knew it. Tonight she wore nothing but a thin thong stra

Nat's POVI stepped out of the Cadillac Escalade, my black suit crisp, sunglasses sliding into place as the morning light bounced off the glass doors of Wolfe Group. The lobby buzzed with quiet conversations and the low hum of corporate ambition, but I moved through it with authority like the air itself parted for me.After all, I was the master here.Nia, my secretary, hurried behind me with her tablet in hand, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor.“Morning, Nat,” she said, cheerfully.“Morning, Nia,” I replied, barely sparing her a glance. My mind was already somewhere else.“What’s my day looking like?” I asked as we walked.She glanced down at her tablet. “Shareholders’ meeting at ten. Then five appointments afterward—”I raised a hand, cutting her off.“Cancel all my appointments. I won’t be available today.”She blinked, surprised, but recovered quickly. “Yes, sir.”Her fingers moved swiftly across the screen.Good.I needed focus.The boardroom was alread

Isla was born in December 1995 in Northern Ireland. Tall and blond haired. Her father, Mr. Nightingale descended from Irish royalty. He owned a large estate and a ranch. Her mother, Pat was lowborn, from Edinburgh and fell in love with her dad, defying societal standards. The union produced only one daughter, Isla. They lived in a mansion in the countryside which overlooked the hills of Leitrim. Blue remembered hills. Isla remembered how the hills could be seen from afar spreading accross miles, and covered in Heather and Bracken as well as horses she rode in the rangeWhen her parents got divorced, they split ways and she relocated to America with her mother. “Isla, Isla” Zara screamed at the top of her voice. She was panicky. But Isla wouldn’t move. She just lay there like a dead animal. Her skin was pale. Her eyes shut. Her mouth in a small surprised ‘O’“What must have happened. Gosh! I need to call an ambulance” she muttered. Then Zara saw the pills, her pills in a white plastic

They met at a rooftop bar at the Hensley hotel at night, in the South side of the city. Zara looked renewed, a new life blooming through her, wearing a white dress that was cinched at her waist.Nat wore a tuxedo and hat. He got up and opened the chair for her to sit.“Thank you” she sat down, looking up flattered. “You look flawless my dear” he said in a deeply baritone voice.“And you don’t look bad”, she teased Nat smirked.“Whats up tho. I don’t need to ask how you’re feeling it’s all written in your face”“I couldn’t be happier. I always wanted to get out of that place. It was hell. I’m glad I'm finally free and I've never gone back, " she said self-assured.“No you won’t”, Nat re-echoed her vow. “So are you ordering” ? he asked“Yes. I’m famished”.She ordered salmon, eggs and crescents of fresh melon. Nat was amazed by her good taste. He ordered the same.“Are you gonna get a new job” ?“Yes. I still have hours at the mall which is barely enough money for my upkeep. I need t

Nat appeared at her door on a Saturday morning. He looked like the perfect young billionaire wearing a Tom Hilfiger T-shirt that hugged his arms, a baseball hat and a pair of aviators covering his eyes. He parked his Ferrari outside. A few boys in the neighborhood loitered by staring at the car and chattering as if it had erupted from a music video. He met Isla at the door.“Helllo!” he said.Isla was too stunned to speak. She knew who he was before he introduced himself, her mouth was slightly open.“I’m Nat! Is Zara at home ?” he asked She was still gazing at him. She felt something, her legs shook and her desire was strong. “Hi!” she said slowly. Her voice in suspended admiration. “She’s told me about you” “Really?” he said surprised “Yes. Come in!” he walked inside “She’s completing her runs at the end of the block. You just wait for her”. “He sat down and took in the room”“I’d be back,” she said.Isla climbed the staircase, her eyes never leaving his. He was truly the pict