บททั้งหมดของ Stolen by My Sister... CLAIMED by the BILLIONAIRE : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The Billionaire’s Offer AVA’S POV Ava’s stomach churned as the man stepped closer. His presence was suffocating, commanding the air in the room without even trying. It felt as though the temperature had shifted the moment he entered, colder, heavier, more intense. His gray eyes locked onto hers, sharp and piercing, as if they could see straight through her fragile composure. Ava had never felt so exposed under someone’s gaze before. “Who… who are you?” she asked, forcing her voice not to shake. Her fingers curled tightly into the fabric of her wedding dress, gripping it as though it were the only thing keeping her grounded. The man didn’t rush to answer. Instead, he studied her, carefully, deliberately-like a businessman evaluating a deal. Finally, he spoke. “Dominic Vale.” He said his name calmly, confidently, like it carried weight-like it was a name she should already know. “And I’ve come to make you an offer.” Ava’s mind reeled. An offer? Her heart was still bleeding

The Mansion of ShadowsAVA'S POV Ava’s eyes widened as the car rolled up the long, winding driveway. The mansion loomed before her like a fortress of power and wealth. White marble columns stretched skyward, flanking the grand entrance, while perfectly manicured gardens seemed almost unreal, lit by the golden glow of outdoor lamps. Every detail screamed dominance, control, and untouchable luxury.Her chest tightened. She had never seen anything like it. Not even in her wildest dreams. And yet, the beauty of it did nothing to calm the knot of fear in her stomach. This was Dominic Vale’s world and she was about to step inside as a prisoner of his contract.The black limousine pulled to a stop in front of the double doors, polished so impeccably that her reflection shimmered back at her. The air smelled faintly of expensive stone and fresh flowers. She hesitated, gripping her bag, before Dominic’s deep voice cut through her thoughts.“Shall we?”Ava nodded, and he opened the door, his t

Dinner In The Lion’s Den AVA’S POV The dining room was breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling like frozen constellations, their light scattering across polished oak floors in shimmering reflections. Every surface gleamed with expensive perfection, from the marble columns framing the walls to the elaborate gold detailing carved into the ceiling. A massive dining table stretched across the room, long enough to seat an entire family of ten, yet only two places had been set. Silver candelabras stood between crystal glasses, their flames flickering softly as if aware they were illuminating something dangerous. The china plates were delicate, edged in gold. The cutlery shone so brightly Ava could see her nervous reflection in it. Everything in the room radiated wealth. Power. Control. And beneath all of it, Danger. Ava’s stomach tightened as she stepped inside. She had imagined their first dinner many times since signing that contract. None of her imagined

The Rules of FireAVA’S POVAva didn’t sleep well.Dominic’s voice echoed in her mind long after he left.“I want to see your fire.”Who says things like that?She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying every second. The way he leaned against her desk. The way his shadow stretched over her like ownership. The way his eyes lingered not just with control, but something else.Interest.That unsettled her more than the threat.By morning, she was tired of feeling unsettled.She refused to spend another day pacing like a trapped animal.If this mansion was going to be her cage, she would at least decorate it.Instead of staying in her room, Ava walked downstairs.The staff froze slightly when they saw her enter the main kitchen.It was large. Warm. Alive.Copper pots hung from racks. Fresh herbs were lined along the windowsill. Butter melted gently in a pan somewhere behind her.The contrast to the cold marble halls was almost emotional.“Good morning, ma’am,” the head chef greeted

The Cost of Interference (Dominic’s POV) Dominic Vale did not believe in coincidence. Every movement had intent. Every action carried consequence. Every decision, no matter how small, shifted the balance of power somewhere. Which was why the sight of the black car outside his gates irritated him. It wasn’t unfamiliar. His security team had flagged it twice this week already. He stood in his office, staring at the live surveillance feed displayed across the wall-length monitor. The vehicle sat motionless beyond the iron gates, its tinted windows revealing nothing, its presence deliberate. Patient. Waiting. They were getting bolder. Behind him, Victor stood silently, hands clasped in front of him. “Same vehicle?” Dominic asked. “Yes, sir.” “Duration?” “Seventeen minutes this time. Longer than before.” Dominic’s jaw tightened slightly. Testing boundaries. Not an attack. Not yet. But a message. He shifted his gaze to another monitor. Ava stood on the balcony, unaware