All Chapters of Sold To The Possessive Billionaire In A Suit : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Prologue“What does it feel like to be engaged to the most powerful, most successful, and dangerously stunning billionaire in the city?”It’s possessive, passionate, sexy, beautiful, and scary at the same time. Yet, it’s a scare Sophia wants to be a part of.“What about me?” She asked him, pushing her earphones in, not sure of what she wanted to hear. “Are you going to get attached to me and never let go?”There was a pause before he said, “After you, there’ll be no one else… I’m going to want all of you. Every part of you, Soph.”Were these the words that changed everything for Sophia? I think not. This twisted, yet beautiful chase started way before this day. Way before she ever found out that she was arranged to marry him in seventy-four days.At his words, Sophia folded. Heat filled her, her heart pounding as if he were in the room with her. She shut her eyes, and she could already picture him behind her on her bed, pulling her close till there was no space left between them, and k

Sophia’s POV“Y-your bride?” I stammer.His eyes glint with something I can’t name. It’s all the answer I need.My throat shuts. The man I’m to marry is Alexander Thorne? This seducing, dark-haired billionaire?An engine roars a short distance away. My eyes flick over him to see a black jeep reversing. Layla’s friend.Oh my god!Alexander pokes my rib.My body jerks in reaction, sending my hands on his shoulders.Dark eyes hold my gaze.And instantly, memories from New Year’s Eve flood my head—the second time I met him.He lifts his eyes to the wall I just jumped off from, then returns them to mine. “Have you lost your mind?” “Put me down.” I croak, surprisingly finding my voice. “So, you can keep running?” He replies softly, as if I’ve hurt him. As if we mean anything to each other.Layla’s friend drives off in this moment, leaving me on the quiet street with a man far too beautiful and dangerous to be alone with. Last year, on December 31st, I fell under his spell. The heat spr

Sophia’s POV“It’s a guest bedroom.” He says, rolling the strap of my purse in his grip. I stare at my purse, mouth open. I don’t know if it’s shock from learning that I’m spending the night in his bedroom or from having my purse snatched from me. My phone, my money, all I have left are inside the purse.“Sophia?”My eyes lift to his. I close my mouth quickly and hold his dark gaze. It softens, confusing me.“You can use the bathroom here. It has everything you’ll need for a bath…”“A bath?”“Or a shower…” He adds, letting go, and walks into the closet.I scan the room. A neatly laid bed—white sheets, a vanity desk, and a sofa. He returns with white towels rolled in his hand and places them on the bed.“They’re fresh… I’ll get you something to wear.”I nod, raking a trembling hand through my hair.When he gets to the door, I call, “Alexander?”He turns around. “Um… why are you holding on to my purse?”He exhales, eyes darting as if he’s thinking. But I know he’s not. “For precauti

Alexander Thorne’s POVPhone in hand, I tap on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the line-up of cars in my private garage. My mind is elsewhere.Dimitri left thirty-five minutes ago. I sent Garvey home, too, but I’ve been seated inside this car, waiting.Dinner for Sophia and her new dress sits on the passenger seat beside me.My fist clenches tight around my phone. My patience is wearing thin, but I don’t have a choice. I unlock my phone and stare at the text I was forced to send because this inattentive Psycho wouldn’t pick up my calls. I delete the text after some seconds.My phone vibrates all of a sudden.Caller ID: PsychoI immediately pick up. “Why didn’t you answer your phone? Is what I pay you not enough?” “My apologies, Mr. Thorne. Was at a seminar. No phones were allowed.”Exhaling deeply, I put a hand on my head.She’s silent. It tells me she’s read the text. “Have you deleted it?”“Of course.”I nod, dropping my eyes to the luxury shopping bag containing Sophia’s cloth

Sophia’s POV⁓August 25, 2025: Dimitri & Lena’s Wedding Day⁓It’s exactly one week since my failed attempt at running away. One week since my second and best kiss ever. One week since I got reintroduced to Alexander Thorne as his fiancée. And one week of receiving large rose bouquets from him daily. It’s a garden in my bedroom.I didn’t get scolded as he promised. I remained at home, mostly in my bedroom, being the good and praiseworthy daughter as usual, of course, after my mom confirmed my non-existent boyfriend didn’t take what I should be saving for my wedding night with Alexander.My parents—my mom especially—believe he’s the best man any woman can ask for. She counts me the luckiest and herself the luckiest mother. He could do no wrong in their eyes.In my eyes, I’m not sure yet.Because he’s looking at me now from across the room, and the look in his eyes tells me he wants to do everything wrong to me. His gaze pins me, dark and unyielding, despite the happiness floating in