Lahat ng Kabanata ng Owned By My Best Friend's Father: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

LEAH'S POV The static from the television screen outside our door hums through the concrete wall. It is the only sound in the dark room. There are no windows here, just gray bricks, cold air, and the smell of wet dust. I don't know how many hours have passed since they threw us into the back of that van and brought us to this warehouse. It feels like days. My stomach is hollow and my throat is dry. I've not had anything since we came here The cold seeped into my bones, and no matter how much I curled into myself, I couldn't get warm. Sophie is asleep on a dirty mattress in the corner, her head resting on Mom's lap. She's shivering even in her sleep and she looks pale. Mom hasn't moved for hours, she sits against the wall, staring blankly ahead. Ever since Elric turned his back on her at the house, she hasn't spoken a single word. His betrayal broke something deep inside her. I sit on the floor by the heavy metal door, my hands still tied behind my back. My wrists are raw a

DAMIEN'S POVI slam my foot down on the accelerator and weave the sports car through morning traffic. The engine purrs as I push it past its limits and the speedometer climbs higher. I don't slow down for red lights. I don't slow down for anything. Every second is a second she's still in that nightmare.The digital dashboard glows against the dimming morning sky and the coordinates Marcus sent are still lit up on the screen.I'm coming, Leah. Just hold on.Suddenly the central screen flashes a bright red notification. A high-priority encrypted email alert from Marcus. Right beneath it a series of urgent text messages pop up.My phone buzzes violently in the cup holder. I glance down and my heart freezes as I read the words scrolling across the screen.ASSET FREEZE CONFIRMED. LEGAL PROXIES EXECUTED BY REYES LAWYERS. BOARD VOTED. ALL CORPORATE AND PERSONAL ACCOUNTS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE ARE ZEROED."Fuck!" I roar and slam my palm against the steering wheel hard enough to leave a dent.

EMILY'S POVI don't know where I'm going. I just drove out.The penthouse disappears in my rearview mirror and I press the gas harder. Tears blur my vision but I don't wipe them away, I can't cause my hands are shaking too much to take them off the wheel.I drive until the fuel gauge dips dangerously low and I pull into the first parking lot I see. It's a small twenty-four-hour café on the outskirts of the city, I sit in the dark car and stare at nothing.The words keep replaying in my head.I hate you, Dad.I meant it. I meant every word.If I hadn't been so angry at her. If I hadn't pushed her away maybe she wouldn't have gone to that house alone. Maybe she would have stayed with me, she would be safe right now.I grab my phone from the passenger seat... I scroll through my contacts and stop at Jeremy's name. I don't want to be alone right now but I can't go back to the penthouse and I can't face anyone else.I pressed the call button He answers on the first ring. "Emily?""Hey"

DAMIEN'S POV I don't know how long I will stay on the floor. Hours may be longer. The penthouse is dark and silent except for the distant hum of the city outside. The shattered glass is still on the floor where I dropped it, the whiskey pooling around my shoes and soaking into the carpet When I finally stand up my legs are stuff from lying on the cold floor and my aches. My knuckles are raw and bleeding from hitting the wall earlier,I walk to the bar on unsteady legs and pour another glass. My hand shakes so badly I spill half of it across the counter, the whiskey burns going down and I welcome the pain because it's something real, something I can feel besides the crushing weight in my chest. Then I pace. Back and forth, back and forth, the penthouse feels like a cage with the walls closing in with every step, the ceiling pressing down on me until I can't breathe. I stop at the window and stare out at the city lights glittering below, indifferent and bright, as nothing has

ETHAN'S POV I finally drag myself through the front door of my apartment after what feels like an eternity. My body aches, my head is pounding and every muscle in my back is screaming from hours of being hunched over a desk. My father has been working me nonstop, piling on responsibilities I never asked for, keeping me away from home for days. He thinks the way to keep me in line is to drown me in work until I forget about everything else. He's wrong. I kick off my shoes in the hallway, loosen my tie, and drop my jacket on the nearest chair. The apartment is dark and cold. I don't bother turning on the lights I walk to the couch and collapse onto it and close my eyes for a moment I reach for the remote on the coffee table and turn on the TV. The screen flickers to life on a news channel. The anchor is speaking but I'm not really listening. I'm too tired. My eyes drift closed. Then I hear a name that makes my blood run cold. "Damien Cross." My eyes snap open. I sit up