All Chapters of Owned By The Billionaire Devil: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

For a moment, my mind went blank, wiped clean by the feel of his mouth on mine, and the firm pressure of his hands holding me against him. For a few stolen, terrifying seconds, I forgot the man I was supposed to marry was on the other side of the door.Then reality crashed back in when a knock sounded on the door. This time, it wasn’t a polite knock, it was Alistair’s impatient fist hammering against the wood. "Hunter! Open this damn door. Now."The kiss broke. Hunter pulled back just enough to look at me, but he didn’t put me down."Your choice," he murmured, his rough voice brushing against my swollen lips. "Do you want him to find us like this? Because I've got no problem with that."My eyes widened in panic. Was he insane?Seeing my reaction, a dark smirk touched his mouth. Then he was moving.In three silent strides, he carried me across the room. Instead of hiding me, he set me down in the center of the large, rumpled bed. I scrambled to get up, to dive behind the heavy curtains

Maisie~The car ride was very quiet and uncomfortable, like someone else was sitting with us. I didn’t speak. He didn’t speak either. What was there to say? 'Thanks for the almost-sex, your family announced my imprisonment, now where are we going?'My silence already gave him the answer. I didn’t want Alistair and now he knew it. But did he think my disgust for his brother was an invitation for him? If yes, what kind of crazy, arrogant logic was that?The bright lights of the city slowly started to disappear. Buildings got older, and darker as we entered a part of town I never went to. It was an unfamiliar area filled with closed warehouses and metal fences. A quiet, instinctive fear grew in my stomach.I turned to him, "Where is this place?"He didn’t answer. The car rolled to a stop in front of a huge, windowless building that looked abandoned. He got out, walked around, and opened my door. He didn’t ask if I would come, he simply held out his hand. When he grabbed my hand, his grip

Maisie~A hand shaking my shoulder dragged me from a dreamless sleep."Maisie. Wake up."I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow. The voice was familiar and far too cheerful for whatever ungodly hour this was."Maisie Whitlock."My eyes flew open. My mom was sitting on the edge of my bed, fully dressed, hair perfect, smile firmly in place. The morning light filtering through my curtains said it wasn't even eight yet.I blinked at her, my sleep-addled brain struggling to process what was going on. Mom never woke me up. She barely acknowledged my existence before noon."What?" I croaked, sitting up slowly. "What's wrong? Why disturb my sleep?"Her smile widened, the kind of smile that made my stomach tighten with suspicion."Nothing's wrong, darling. Everything is right." She reached out and patted my cheek. "We spoke with Mrs. Grimshaw last night before bed. They've agreed."I stared at her. "Agreed to what exactly?""To everything. The timeline. The arrangements." She waved

Hunter~The car rolled to an abrupt stop, so fast that my hand brace against the dashboard out of instinct. I lifted my gaze from my phone, brows furrowed, about to ask what went wrong.Marcus my driver glanced in the rearview mirror. "Someone's in the road,”I looked and saw a figure I didn’t want to believe.Maisie.She was pressed against the driver's side window now, her face pale and desperate. The sight of her unfocused eyes made something cold settle within me.I wasn't wrong, it was truly Maisie. I raised a brow. This was unexpected.What was she doing here?Now, she was pounding on the glass, her mouth forming words I couldn't hear through the window.My frown deepened. Of all the places in this city, of all the streets at this hour...she was here, running from something. Then I saw them.Two men grabbed her from behind, their hands rough on her arms, dragging her back. A third man followed behind them, laughing like this was funny.Marcus, my driver, looked at me, waiting.

Maisie~No matter how many times I tried to speak, nothing came out.I looked up at Hunter who was still standing there like he had just asked something casual. His expression gave nothing away...amused, curious, genuinely confused? I couldn't tell. That was the worst part. I couldn't tell if he did it on purpose or if he truly didn't understand what he'd just done.Alistair's hand tightened on mine. "Maisie? What is he talking about?""uh… I ...""Maisie." Mrs. Grimshaw's voice cut through my panic. The intensity in her gaze made me forget whatever I'd been scrambling to form."What does this mean?" Mr. Grimshaw's voice had lost all its fake warmth. His eyes were cold, and calculating, already spinning worst-case scenarios in that business-minded head of his.I remembered his warning about Hunter. ‘Stay away from him’. And now here I was, caught in the fallout of being in his bed. But how do I explain that? Explain being in Hunter's bed?And Hunter, the absolute bastard, just stood t