All Chapters of Owned by the Cold CEO: His Fragile Acquisition: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter Twenty-One: The Billionaire’s Prison (Pt 2)

Dominic doesn't wait for her to recover from the sting of his palm. Before her cries can even fade into the high ceilings, he hooks his arms under her dampness and hauls her up. He spins her around, her feet dangling for a terrifying second before he slams her down onto the edge of the kitchen island.The cold marble bites into the backs of her thighs, but the heat of Dominic’s finger moving between her legs is a furnace."Look at me," he commands, his voice a low, jagged rasp.Rhea’s eyeglasses are askew, her eyes blurred with tears and raw shock. She tries to push him away, her hands landing on his chest, but it’s like trying to move a mountain. He’s already unbuckled his belt, the metallic click sounding like a death knell in the silence of the apartment."You wanted to make a decision for yourself?" he growls, his hands moving to her breasts, crushing them through the fabric of her blouse with a punishing grip. "You wanted to end things?""Sir, please…it’s too much," she gasps, h

Last Updated : 2026-02-01

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Cuff

Rhea wakes to a silence so heavy it feels physical.The evening sun slices through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom, warm but unforgiving. Her body aches; a deep, throbbing reminder of the kitchen counter and the marks Dominic left on her skin. She is tucked under Egyptian cotton sheets that feel like a shroud. He is gone, but his scent - charcoal, expensive bourbon, and power - lingers on the pillow next to her.She sits up slowly, her heart skipping a beat as she remembers her burner phone. She practically falls out of bed, crawling toward the nightstand where she’d hidden it in a small gap behind the drawer. Her fingers graze the cold plastic.Thank God. He doesn't know. He didn’t check her bag earlier.She hides the phone back in its crevice and stands, wrapping herself in a robe she found in the closet. She needs water. She needs to feel like a human being again.As she enters the vast, open-plan living area, she stops dead.The kitchen island where he had broken her

Last Updated : 2026-02-02

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Golden Ransom (Pt 1)

The heavy, resonant thud of the private elevator is the only warning Rhea receives. She is sitting on the edge of the charcoal-colored sofa, her fingers unconsciously covering the gold cuff as if she can hide the shame of it. When Dominic strides into the room, he is a vision of absolute, terrifying perfection. His charcoal suit is without a single crease. He carries the atmospheric weight of a man who has spent the day dismantling empires, and now he has come home to inspect his most exquisite acquisition. Sarah stands at attention immediately, her posture rigid. "Mr. Ashcroft." Dominic’s eyes don't flicker toward the guard. They are locked on Rhea, dark and unreadable, twin pits of obsidian that swallow the light in the room. He stops in the center of the sprawling penthouse, the silence stretching until the tension becomes a physical ache, a pressure in Rhea’s lungs that makes breathing feel like a sin. "Sarah," Dominic says, his voice a low, smooth drawl that vibrates against

Last Updated : 2026-02-03

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Golden Ransom (Pt 2)

Dominic pushes the heavy doors open, and the lights comes to life, revealing a space that is less of a bedroom and more of a private sanctuary of excess.Rhea stumbles slightly as he leads her inside. The room is vast, dominated by a king-sized bed draped in charcoal silk, but it is the perimeter that stops her heart. To the left, a walk-in closet the size of her entire old apartment stands open.Rows of designer dresses - Hermès, Chanel, Dior - hang like silent sentinels, arranged by color from softest cream to the deepest black. Below them, hundreds of pairs of shoes glitter under individual spotlights. On the marble center island, gold-lined drawers are partially open, revealing watches that cost more than her father’s surgery and necklaces dripping with diamonds that catch the light, throwing fractured rainbows across the ceiling.Dominic steps toward a sleek glass console and picks up a heavy, leather-bound key fob. He drops it into her palm, the weight of it forcing her hand do

Last Updated : 2026-02-04

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Watcher in the Jar

The glass doors of Axiom Automotive slide open, and for a moment, Rhea feels like she’s walking into a trap. Dominic had left the penthouse earlier than her, and she knows he is already in his office, likely watching the feeds.She is dressed in a high-necked, charcoal-grey sheath dress—strictly professional, expensive, and modest. On her left wrist, the gold bracelet catches the harsh office fluorescent lights, flashing like a beacon of her status."Hey, girl!"Tessa’s voice breaks the silence as Rhea reaches the nineteenth floor. Tessa stands behind the reception desk, her eyes bright with curiosity.“Hello, Tessa,” Rhea greets with a forced smile, her eyes secretly scanning the floor for Julian.“He’s over there,” Tessa whispers, grinning as she points toward the coffee station. “I can tell there's something going on between you two,” she adds in a low, gossiping tone.Rhea turns.Julian is standing by the coffee station, a mug frozen halfway to his lips. His eyes find Rhea’s, and

Last Updated : 2026-02-05

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Ink of Ownership

The heavy oak doors swing open without a knock, and the sterile office air is suddenly flooded with the scent of lilies and expensive vanilla.Ava breezes in, a vision of effortless, high-society grace. She’s wearing a soft short cream-colored sundress that makes her look like a dream of springtime. Her eyes sparkle as she spots Dominic, and she moves toward him with a sweetness that feels like a serrated blade against Rhea’s nerves.Rhea is tucked away on the couch in the corner, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She sits perfectly still, her spine straight, the gold bracelet on her wrist heavy and cold. She feels like a shadow in the room, a dark secret hidden in plain sight."Dominic! I hope I'm not interrupting anything important," Ava chirps, her voice a melody of innocence.Dominic doesn't stand, but his expression shifts. The hard, predatory edge he uses on Rhea blurs into something polished and distant. "What brings you by?"Ava doesn't wait for an invitation. She moves beh

Last Updated : 2026-02-06

Chapter Twenty-Seven:The Weight of Secrets

As Rhea sits in the company cafeteria on the fifth floor, the world is a blur of white noise. The clatter of silverware and the voice of a hundred conversations fade into the background, drowned out by the thundering of her own heart.She isn't there. Her mind is trapped in the memory of the morning - the feel of Dominic’s possessive mouth, the sharp flick of his tongue against her wetness, and the way he had looked at her as he claimed her soul.“Rhea!” Julian’s voice slices through the fog, snapping her back to the sterile light of the cafeteria.“Hey, why are you so deep in thought?” Tessa asks, her eyes narrowing as she studies Rhea’s face. “You’ve been acting weird lately.” Tessa’s gaze drops to the bracelet on Rhea’s wrist and the way her feet are trembling beneath the table.Rhea reaches up to adjust her glasses - a nervous habit - but stops herself, dropping her hands back into her lap. “You haven’t even touched your food,” Julian says, his brow furrowed with a concern that

Last Updated : 2026-02-07

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Table Manners

The dinner spread is a masterpiece of excess: truffle-glazed duck, roasted root vegetables, and a vintage red that stains the crystal glasses like blood. But to Rhea, the food tastes like dust. She sits at the massive dining table, her fork pushing a piece of meat around her plate, her stomach twisting into a hard, painful knot.Dominic watches her from the head of the table. He hasn't touched his wine. He is leaning back, his dark eyes tracking every tremor in her hands."The chef prepared that specifically for your palate, Fragile," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "It would be a shame for it to go to waste.""I'm just... not hungry, Mr. Ashcroft," she whispers, her gaze fixed on the table.Dominic stands slowly, the legs of his chair scraping against the marble with a sound like a predator's growl. He walks toward her, stopping only when he is directly behind her chair. He reaches down, his large, warm hands sliding over her shoulders, pinning her in place."You need y

Last Updated : 2026-02-08

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Silhouette of Betrayal

The Axiom Gala is a sea of black ties and shimmering silk, but for Rhea, it is a minefield. Dominic is a towering shadow at her side, his hand clamping onto her hip with a force that marks her through the expensive midnight-blue fabric of her gown.Then, he sees him.Julian Miller is standing near the champagne tower, looking lost in a tuxedo that doesn't quite fit his gentle frame. His eyes find Rhea, and for a second, the world stops.Dominic feels her pulse jump. He leans down, his lips grazing her ear, his voice a lethal rasp. "Don't even think about it, Fragile. If you so much as breathe in his direction, I will fire him before the first toast is finished. Stay against me."Rhea stiffens, her knuckles white as she clutches her clutch. But before Dominic can finish his threat, a new scent drifts into their orbit—lilies and expensive, cold ozone."Dominic! There you are."The voice is sweet, melodic, and instantly recognizable. Rhea looks up to see Ava gliding toward them. She is w

Last Updated : 2026-02-09

Chapter Thirty: The Bitter Taste of Silence

The atmosphere in the penthouse is suffocating, thick with the scent of the rain-slicked city and the unspoken betrayal Rhea witnessed at the gala.As the private elevator doors hiss shut, Dominic shucks his tuxedo jacket, tossing it onto the console with a casual, predatory grace. He turns to Rhea, his eyes scanning her pale face, searching for the submission he expects."You were quiet on the ride home," he murmurs, his voice a low, vibrating thread. "I guess you have decided to be obedient.""Is that what you want me to be? An obedient toy?" Rhea spits, the words bursting out of her like blood from a fresh wound. She stands in the center of the vast living room, her midnight-blue gown looking like a bruise against the white marble. "A piece of furniture you keep in place while you fawn over the woman who actually matters?"Dominic stiffens, his jaw setting into a line of hard iron. He steps toward her, his silhouette looming large. "Careful, Fragile.""No! I saw you, Mr. Ashcroft!

Last Updated : 2026-02-10

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