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

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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 the

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

All Chapters of Owned by the Cold CEO: His Fragile Acquisition: Chapter 21 - Chapter 24

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

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Cuff

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

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