All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Desire: Owned By Him : Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

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Chapter 91: Gym confessions and invitations

At the gym, still on the Sun Hill Estate, Nat stared at himself in the wide mirror. Reflected behind him, he could see other figures in the room, devotedly lifting weights.He shook hands with a few familiar faces.“Casper!” Nat called.“Waddup, gee,” came the reply. Casper was a large man, a solid hunk of muscle. His beard almost covered his mouth, sweat clinging to it like droplets cascading down a car window. His eyes were wide, bulging, almost frog-like.“Man, how’s life? The firm? We don’t see you around much,” Casper said, his thick Ebonics accent coloring every word.“Life happens, bro. Business. Been flying in my toys lately,” Nat laughed—a rich, comfortable laugh. He almost added, *“but we ain’t that close,”* yet held back.Casper chuckled and looked around, scanning the gym as if searching for someone. Nat shook his head, smiling at his friend’s energy.He began his routine: cardio, stretches, light jogging, skipping, muscle flexibility work, then the treadmill, followed by

Chapter 92: A new dawn, sealed in diamonds

Isla and Rodney were finally back from tour after two long months.They looked different. Fuller. Happier. There was something settled about them. Isla wore a fixed glow on her face, like she had swallowed sunshine, and Rodney carried himself with a calm, gentle swagger that didn’t beg for attention, it owned it.He wasn’t dressed in grunge. No ripped layers. No chains hanging from every possible place. No walking billboard of piercings.When Zara opened the door, she froze for a second.A clean-cut man stood before her. His beard neatly trimmed, hair shaped properly, dressed in a tailored grey suit with polished loafers. Beside him, Isla held his hand, radiant in an orange gown with floral flares blooming at her shoulders.Elegant. Both of them.“Isla!” Zara squealed, pulling her into a tight hug, laughter bursting out of her.“Oh, my baby! I missed you so much!” Isla replied warmly, squeezing her back.They pulled away and did what women always did, scanned each other from head to t

Chapter 93: The envelope

“Nat… let’s go,” Zara called softly, nudging his shoulder. “You need to get ready.”Nat groaned, eyes still shut. His head throbbed.He had drunk too much the night before—clinking glasses, toasting endlessly with Isla and Rodney. On top of that, he had dragged himself to the gym after weeks of not lifting. His muscles were in protest now, stiff and aching.Those fractured weeks were he county lift a thing, the gym no longer a priority. The weeks he had lost her.The weeks Zara had shut the door of her life against him—cold, unmoved, resolute. She had retreated into herself, stone-faced and unpersuadable, determined to end things.“Nat,” she said again, this time leaning down to kiss him gently.Then she pulled the duvet away.His eyes flew open fully when she squeezed his dick playfully.She grinned. “Now that you’re awake… let’s start getting ready.”He exhaled and finally sat up.They showered together.Nat reached for a body wash he had bought in Switzerland a year ago—abandoned

Chapter 94: Saloon gossip and quiet plans

They went to Macy’s Hair Salon in downtown Manhattan. The place was buzzing with people. Attachments for braids hung neatly along the walls, and inside glass cupboards were wigs perched on mannequin heads. On the tables in front of the seats where Zara and Jean sat were relaxers, creams, hair butters, and conditioners of every kind.It was warm inside, comfortably warm compared to the biting cold outside. Beyond the glass doors, the wind carried an icy edge that hinted snow would soon fall.“What would you like today?” Zara was asked by Miriam, the owner of the salon.Miriam was plump and chocolate-skinned. She wore dark pencil lining on her lips and a short brown wig. Her black T-shirt had the inscription I ❤️ Florida printed boldly across it.“I want braids,” Zara replied. “Long ones… and make the tips curly.”“Alright. What color?”“Gold.”“Gold it is.” Miriam nodded and waved one of the girls over. “Tasha, take care of her.”Isla decided to buy a wig, but first she had her hair wa

Chapter 95: A secret about to burst

They went to the pastry shop Isla had recommended.“They’re the best in the city,” she had said confidently.The pastry shop had a very simple, almost bland name: Sweets.Inside, a man in a red T-shirt and a face cap stood behind the counter attending to customers. When it was their turn, Isla stepped forward.“We need a sex cake,” she said bluntly.The man blinked, then burst into laughter.“A sex cake?” he repeated, grinning widely.“Yes,” Isla said, completely serious. “You can do that, right?”“Yeah… sure,” he said, still laughing like he had just heard the funniest thing all morning. “Sex cake.”He seemed to enjoy repeating the words.“So… do you want it with the male or female organs?” he asked casually.Zara frowned, confused.Then it clicked.Her eyes widened.The man leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice like he was offering something special.“We could make it however you want,” he said with a wink. “Simple sex cake… naughty… super naughty.”He quickly showed them a p

Chapter 96: The Devil in Louboutins

Alicia stood at the entrance.Tall. Poised. Dressed in a sleek green gown that hugged her frame, high heels clicking softly against the marble floor. Her eyes were hidden behind dark shades.Slowly, she removed them.Then she smiled.“Happy gender reveal,” she said calmly, extending a bouquet of flowers toward Zara.Zara froze.“If you mean—?”Before she could finish, Nat stepped up behind her, gently patting her shoulders as if to steady a storm.The sight of Alicia was triggering.Thankfully, the guests were still busy dancing and celebrating, their attention elsewhere. Only Isla seemed to have noticed something unusual from across the room.Nat tightened his hold on Zara.“Let’s go,” he murmured. “Easy. You don’t want to make another scene.”He shot Alicia a thick, accusing glare.“Why would you even come here?”“It’s not what you think,” Alicia replied softly. “I come in peace.”“Peace?” Nat scoffed. “Peace out.”“Zara, let’s go.”He guided her away from the crowd into a small ant

Chapter 97: The boy who called her mommy

Zara sat cross-legged on a mat in the living room, deep in a yoga position. Her Bluetooth speaker filled the house with the soft sounds of meditation. A calm instructor’s voice sounding distinctly Indian, floated through the room.“Fifteen-minute yoga meditation…”Her hands were pressed together in devotion.Nat stared at her longer than he realized. He sat at the dining table, sipping his coffee while flipping through the morning newspaper.The house was still full of balloons, bright ones tied to chairs, railings, and even the stair banister. Zara had insisted they stay up.“To serve as decor for the soon-coming party,” she had said.What party again, may I ask? Nat had replied.“We’ll see,” she had told him with a mysterious smile. “It will unravel.”Now his eyes scanned the newspaper. Headlines screamed about Iranian bombings in Dubai, while the stocks section brought worse news—Wolfe Group’s shares were dipping again.His jaw tightened.He sighed and took another sip of coffee, h

Chapter 98: The Mayor’s Offer

Nat hadn’t spent long in his office before the call came in from the mayor himself. A summons.That alone was enough to make him uneasy. Nat wasn’t paranoid by nature, but the mayor never called him. It was always the other way around. Nat called the mayor. So if the mayor was calling now, it meant something urgent—something serious.Mayor Evan was a bald man of medium height with fleshy lips and a sly smile that never quite left his face. He looked like a man to whom one particular word was very familiar: cheat. There was something about his bad-boy mannerisms, that careless confidence, and the undeniable sex appeal he still carried even in his age.He was on his third divorce now and had recently settled for a young trophy wife from Venezuela.Nat almost laughed at the thought. So this was the kind of family his mother once wanted him to marry into.The mayor’s residence was a tour de force of a mansion. It rose from stone like a monument to excess. The king-length driveway stretche

Chapter 5: The price of betrayal

The private warehouse sat like a forgotten secret at the edge of the city—a damp, hollow shell that used to be a car park. Now it was nothing but rusted scrap metal, burnt-out cars, and the stale smell of oil clinging to the air. The kind of place no one came to unless they had something to hide.Or someone.My boys were already there, dressed in black, forming a quiet wall around the man tied to a chair in the center of the room.The thief.I slammed my car door shut and walked toward them. My footsteps echoed through the empty space. When I got closer, I finally saw his face—bloody, swollen, the result of a few light punches from my men.Light by our standards, anyway.I stared at him, feeling the anger rise slowly in my chest.“I gave you work,” I said calmly.“Protection.”“Money.”I adjusted my cufflinks, taking my time.“And you still thought you could cheat me.”The man started begging immediately. His voice was hoarse, broken, carrying the desperate tone of someone who already

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