Lahat ng Kabanata ng Owned by the Man I Destroyed.Thirty Nights Under His Control: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

"Find the monster, and expose him as usual. You can do the job, Elena. Don't be afraid."That was her boss's order before she left the office three days ago. An order she wished she could refuse, but couldn’t. This was her life. Her job. And everyone believed she could handle it.But this man...She'd been told he's mysterious. A cunning, cold-hearted billionaire who spared no one that crosses his part.It's rumored that a few who sneaked in to have a look at him, were found either on the hospital bed, or dead in their humble homes. That's why they called him the monster. A fearless tiger, and a man with a dark heart.Her heart sank instantly as she thought about the whole thing. What would her own fate be in this situation?Will she end up dead like the others? Or broken in ways no surgeon could fix?Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the thin black lace strap of the dress she'd been instructed to wear. It wasn't hers. Nothing about tonight felt like hers, but she had no cho

Elena paced about the room restlessly, her arms wrapped tightly around her middle as though she could hold herself together that way.The thin robe they’d left for her, slipped off one shoulder with every sharp turn she made, but she didn’t bother to fix it.His voice looped in her skull, calm and merciless.“I record everything. It’s how I remember who owes me.”What did that even mean?Was the recording insurance? Blackmail? Leverage for some long, calculated revenge she hadn’t yet understood?Or worse, would he leak it? Sell it? Release it anonymously and let it spread like wildfire until the world saw the fearless investigative journalist who once exposed corruption, now whimpering her darkest fantasies to the man she’d destroyed?Her stomach churned as she stopped in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection.Her mascara was smudged under her eyes, lips swollen from biting them, hair wild from running frantic fingers through it. Elena looked hunted.She couldn’t sleep. She

Elena stood frozen in the center of the suite, her phone clutched so tightly her knuckles ached. Mr. Godfrey's reply had come almost instantly earlier. "Tomorrow, 2 p.m. The Meridian Club, private lounge. I’ll have a table reserved."But then, the rules of the Velvet Exchange were ironclad. No leaving the premises until the thirty nights ended. No contact with the outside world except through approved channels.She’d signed the contract in her own hands. And breaking it meant forfeiture, exposure, and maybe worse.She paced to the door, and tried to push it open, but unfortunately it wouldn't budge.She walked back to the room, and at the same time her eyes landed on the sleek black telephone mounted discreetly beside the bed."Emergency only," they’d said.Elena snatched it up, and pressed the single button. It rang once, then a calm female voice answered. “Yes, Miss Quinn?”“I need to leave now. It’s urgent.”“I’m afraid that’s not possible. The terms are clear. Thirty consecutiv

Soren stood alone in the silence of his office, the faint scent of Elena’s arousal still lingering in the air like a taunt. His body was tight with frustration, his jaw clenched so hard that it ached. He had almost broken. Almost took what she had offered earlier. But control was the only weapon he had left against her. The woman who had once destroyed him with nothing but ink and ambition.He exhaled sharply and reached for his jacket when the door burst open without a knock.Marcus strode in with a tablet in his hand, trembling in panic. “Sir, the Tokyo investors just moved the call up by an hour. They’re threatening to pull funding on the AI division if we don’t—”He stopped mid-sentence as Sandra stepped in right behind him. She wore a fitted red gown that was short enough to draw attention to her curvy figure."You sent for me, Mr. Vale. Is everything alright?”Soren straightened, composing his face into its usual mask of cold authority. The faint flush on his neck and the sli

 Soren stepped into the cool, dimly lit interior of the Meridian Club, the heavy oak doors closing silently behind him.  He spotted his father immediately, sitting at a private corner table near the large windows overlooking the city garden, his silver hair perfectly styled, a broad smile already forming on his face. “Soren, my boy!” Godfrey rose, clasping his son’s hand firmly before pulling him into a brief, warm embrace.  "You made it. I was beginning to think the Tokyo call might keep you longer.” Soren returned the greeting with a controlled nod, forcing his usual mask of calm authority into place.  "Traffic was lighter than expected.” He replied politely. Godfrey gestured for him to sit, his eyes sparkling with unusual excitement.  "I’m glad you’re here. Ther