All Chapters of Stealing Her: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

He didn't take her to his place as he said. He took her to his room in the same mansion. She was scared of what if Lewis follows them, but he assured her he won't step into this room. And the next few minutes it was silence as he tendered her wounds.But the minute he opened his mouth she regretted following him."Oh, sweetheart," he said softly, voice like a dagger wrapped in silk, sipping his wine, "You were never his to begin with," confusion marred her face but when she realized it her breath hitch."You know I saw you before he did," Aiden continued, reaching up to touch a strand of her hair making her flinch. "On campus. You looked so...lost. Like a scared kitten." He smiled. "I wanted to pick you up then. Keep you."Kathleen shuddered. "You're insane."She slapped his hand away, moving away from him to the farthest of the room.He was taller than Lewis. Broader. Rough

I gave her that look. The one that made her squirm and tug the sleeves of her dress lower. She was scared of me—and yet, her eyes always came back to mine. Searching. Asking. As if part of her already knew I wasn’t just another monster in her story.I’d be the one to end it.I watched her that entire night while everyone was in their own world conversing. I watched how she flinched at every sudden laugh, how her eyes flicked toward the exits like she was ready to run. She had no idea what kind of world she was stepping into. But I did.Every family dinner was torture. Watching her sit beside him. Watching him put his hand on her lower back, whisper things in her ear that made her cheeks flush. I couldn’t breathe.

Lewis's POV:The deep thump of bass echoed through the club, mingling with the low moans of sax and velvet laughter that blends with the dim club lights, a perfect mirror to my fractured mind. I sat in the leather booth like a king watching a performance crafted just for me. A glass of expensive scotch rested between my fingers, barely touched....Smoke curled around the crimson lights, painting shadows over half-naked bodies writhing onstage. There's an eerie satisfaction in that. It wasn't about indulgence. It was about control. The VIP section was drenched in red-my favorite color. Not for its romance. For its implication. Passion. Blood. Power.My gaze hardened as I watched those strippers moving, fluid bodies bending to commands that were never theirs to give.Across the room, a brunette with fake lashes way too long and legs too smooth curled herself around a pole. Her body undulated like liquid fire. Her eyes sought mine. All of them did.Bu

Lewis's Pov:This isn't where my focus should be yet my eyes keep on drifting back to the phone that is buzzing in my pocket. My men are giving me updates again-about my doll. About her whereabouts.I took out my phone and my dead heart skips after seeing her picture, despite the years of practice in keeping it still.My doll- Kathleen.Even her name is a sigh in my head. My sweet, ruined girl.Eighty-seven hours, forty minutes, and a few seconds too long without her. My skin itches with restraint, not from the business meetings, not from the bloodless deals I'm closing-but from the fact that I haven't seen her, touched her, fucked her in the way only I know ho

Kathleen’s POV:The phone felt like a gun pressed against my temple.I shouldn't have picked it up.I should have run, screamed, anything—but the moment the servant handed it to me, I knew there was no choice. There’s never been a choice.His voice slithered into my ear, soft yet dangerous."Miss me, sweetheart?"I gripped the phone tighter, nails digging into my own skin to keep steady. My throat locked. My body froze.I hated how even the sound of him made my stomach turn.“Why are you calling?” I managed, my voice