All Chapters of OWNED BY THE GHOST: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Scott’s POVThe clock on my nightstand glowed at 3:00 AM due to the alarm I set . The room was dark except for the faint city light sneaking through the curtains. Elliot lay beside me, sleeping like he had no worries in the world. His face looked softer in sleep, those beautiful eyes that got my attention were closed, tattoos peeking from under the sheet, chest rising and falling slow and steady. He looked innocent. And peaceful.I couldn’t sleep. My mind wouldn’t shut up.I stared at him, heart heavy. This man had fucked me senseless more times than I could count, held me after, then called it a mistake every single time. Yet here he was, in my bed, like he was my boyfriend. Like we were something real.My phone lay on the pillow next to me. I picked it up quietly, screen lighting up my face. Three new offers. Laurent’s full-time position in Paris with a fat salary and other juicy incentives. Another from a big New York gallery. One from a collector in London offering to fund my own

Scott’s POVI stormed out of Elliot’s office with my legs still shaking and his cum filled up in my hole. My ass burned from how hard he had fucked me, bent over the desk like I was nothing but a toy he could threaten and claim. The words he’d growled still rang in my ears: “You can’t leave me. You’re mine. If I can’t have you, no one else will.”That wasn’t love. He wants to control me like I’m his property. And it scared the hell out of me. I haven’t seen this side of him.I was pissed. Totally pissed to my bone marrow. The side of Elliot I saw today, the dark possessive rage, the threats, the way he used sex to control me, reminded me too much of the dangerous stories he had told me about his father. I can’t keep doing this. No matter what, I had to choose one of the offers fast. Before I lost myself completely.Staying with Elliot felt like walking on broken glass, beautiful but dangerous. I pulled out my phone in the hallway and called Laurent with the number he had texted me ea

Scott’s POVI sat at my desk, hands shaking so bad I could barely type. The anger from the fight with Elliot still burned in my chest like fire. He had begged me not to leave, cried in front of me, but still couldn’t say the words I needed to hear. “I love you.” Just three words. But he couldn’t do it. He never did.Those three words I wanted to hear were capable of making me want to stay but he didn’t say it. He had the keys to make me abandon every offer I had and be with me but he chose not to and he has the guts to blame me. Such a fool. I was done waiting.I pulled out my phone and texted Laurent.Scott: I’ve thought about it. I accept your offer. But for the date… give me some time. I just broke up with someone who couldn’t even tell me he loved me.The reply came fast.Laurent: I’m so sorry you went through that, Scott. You deserve someone who sees how amazing you are. Come over to the hotel if you need someone to talk to. I could keep you company and ease the stress on your

Scott’s POVThe airport lounge was so beautiful and calm, but I felt nothing but heaviness in my heart. Am I doing the right thing ? My ticket to Paris sat in my hand staring at me like a bomb about to explode.Boarding was in thirty minutes. Laurent had sent a car to wait for me at the airport. I’m suddenly moving to Paris without even resigning properly.I’ll have my freedom at last. No more debts. No more hiding. No more Elliot calling me a mistake after fucking me with passion.I stared at the ticket, heart tearing in two. Part of me wanted to run to the gate and never look back. The other part, the stupid, hopeless part, wanted to turn around and run back to the man who broke me every night and held me like I mattered to him. My phone rang. Jayden.I answered quickly. “Hey man.”“Bro, don’t get on that plane,” Jayden said, voice urgent. “I just left the office. Elliot looks like shit. He’s falling apart without you. He’s snapping at everyone, staring at your empty desk like it

Victoria’s POVI watched from the shadows as that scumbag that calls himself Scott left Elliot’s penthouse late at night, his shirt wrinkled and his walk was a little off, like someone had just fucked him senseless. I got so pissed and jealous. Like how dare he? How dare that nobody artist get what I had wanted for so long?I had tried everything for Elliot Travis to love me. My beauty, my rich family background, my clever tricks, late-night “work” meetings, subtle touches in the elevator, dresses that showed just enough for a man to stare. But he never looked at me. Not once. He stayed cold, distant, untouchable. And then Scott McAllen walked in and suddenly Elliot was different. Close. Almost human. To the point Elliot is affected by Scott’s decision to leave Zenex.But Scott leaving him is a good thing for me. The thought made me smile in the dark.If Scott was out of the way, Elliot would finally see me. He would need me. He would want me.I walked back to my car, mind racing.