《Owned By The Billionaire Devil》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

Alistair~Whatever Hunter had whispered to Maisie made her stiffen instantly.I didn’t hear the words, couldn’t make them out from where I stood, but I saw the effect it had on her; how her shoulders tensed, how her breath caught, how she didn’t pull away… but didn’t relax either even though she was trying to.My hands curled into fists at my sides.What could I do? I had already told Hunter I'd teach Devyne and I couldn't take that back now. Maisie had agreed to let Hunter teach her, and as much as I hated it… I had no claim to stop her.But what pissed me off more was that she had said she wasn't interested. And now, suddenly, she was interested.Because of freaking Hunter.I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood, the copper tang grounding me, keeping me from doing something I'd regret. I stood there, watching as Hunter helped her with a safety helmet. His face was so close to hers, his fingers brushing her hair as he adjusted the strap. She didn't pull away, but her body

“ Please let me go!” I kicked against him as he ripped my shirt further. No matter how much I struggled or kicked, it didn’t affect him one bit, and my pleas fell on deaf ears.Just as the panic started to swallowed me whole, the door burst open.The man froze, his hands dropping from me as he turned toward the sound.Through my tears, I saw Hunter standing in the doorway, his chest heaving like he'd run all the way here. His eyes were not the eyes I knew. There was no smirk, no amusement, just something dark and deadly.His gaze found mine for a moment, then it moved to the man hovering over me."What's this?" The landlord stepped back, raising his hands. "Who are you? Don't you know this is a private property?"Hunter didn't respond. He just looked at the man, then at me, at my torn shirt, at the blood on my lip, at the fear and tears on my face as I scrambled away and pressed myself against the wall as if I could disappear into it.Something changed in his expression, something col

Alistair ~As I sat there watching Maisie, I could tell she was angry. She had every right to be, but I couldn't do anything about it. She just needed to accept the fact that I would get back to her once the deal was settled.If anything, I should be the one angry. I had walked away from sealing the deal tonight. Mr. Miller had been understanding, he had told me to go after he heard Maisie's voice on the phone. Still… I wanted to believe that her fear—that I would marry Devyne for a deal—wasn’t going to happen.I pressed my fingers to my temple, massaging it slowly as my gaze lingered on her. The silence between us stretched, until the sound of my phone ringing shattered it.I exhaled quietly and reached for it, glancing at the screen to see Devyne’s name flashing back at me.For a moment, I just stared at it, conflicted. I had told Maisie I would stay with her tonight, but Devyne was calling, and I didn’t know whether to ignore it or answer.I let the phone ring until it ended, but a

Maisie ~I turned to look at Mrs. Grimshaw again, then back at Hunter. This was my father we were talking about. I didn't know what had come over her, but for a week in this house, I had been obedient. I knew my place, I didn't complain, I did everything she wanted. Everything.Even when her son, Alistair came home late, sometimes past midnight, he would pretend I didn't exist. He would walk past me like I was a furniture, like the woman he was supposed to marry was just another piece of the mansion's decor. All he knew was business, all he cared about was his deals, and I didn't complain. Not once.But now… going to see my sick father had become a crime?I felt something snap inside me. I let out a quiet breath and made to step toward Hunter, but before I could move, a hand locked around my wrist harshly.I spun around to see Mrs. Grimshaw already standing, her fingers locked around my wrist like a steel trap. Her nails bit into my skin, but I didn't flinch. I refused to give her the

Hunter ~For the past few days, I hadn't shown my face at the mansion, not because I didn’t want to, but because it never felt like the right moment. I hadn’t been doing anything interesting either, which was exactly why, this morning, I decided to do something… entertaining. And now, this evening, I was here to finish it.I sat in the middle of the warehouse, one leg crossed over the other, staring at the man my boys had dragged in for me. I had told Maisie I’d let the police handle it, but they did nothing. Those shitheads had released him after making him pay a fine. I was going to teach him a lesson myself, the kind the law couldn't give him.One of my men stepped forward and yanked the black cloth off the man’s head.He blinked rapidly, squinting under the harsh light, and the moment his vision cleared and landed on me… his face drained of color.“What… what do you want?” he stammered.I rose to my feet and walked toward him slowly. His hands were bound, he couldn't fight back. H