All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Blood Debt: Ruined by My Enemy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elowen’s POVThe Maybach felt less like a luxury vehicle and more like a rolling confession booth. Outside, the rain lashed against the glass, blurring the lights of a city that was currently laughing at my ruin. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of Killian’s expensive cedarwood cologne and the sharp, metallic tang of my own fear.My hand didn't just tremble as I reached for his belt; it shook with a violence that made my joints ache."Tick tock, Little St. Claire," Killian’s voice was a low, jagged rumble in the dark. "The longer you hesitate, the more Thatcher wins. Right now, he’s probably celebrating his 'mistake' in Bianca’s arms. Are you going to let him have the last laugh?"I looked up, meeting his silver-blue eyes. They weren't cold—they were burning. A dark, voyeuristic heat that made my skin prickle under the soaked silk of my dress. He wasn't comforting me. He was watching me fall, and he was enjoying every second of the descent."I’m not hesitating," I whispered, m

Elowen’s POVThe sun hadn’t even cleared the Manhattan skyline when the electronic lock on my door chirped. I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom weight of Killian’s hands on my skin and the hollow, gnawing ache he’d left me with.A woman with a sleek blonde bob and a face that looked like it had been surgically frozen in a state of permanent judgment marched in, followed by two assistants wheeling a rack of clothes."I’m Celeste," the woman announced, her eyes raking over my disheveled hair and the black silk slip. "Mr. Blackwood said you were a project. He wasn't lying.""I’m a person, not a project," I snapped, sitting up and pulling the sheets to my chest.Celeste didn't even blink. "In this building, you’re whatever he says you are. Now, get in the shower. We have ninety minutes to turn a scandal into a masterpiece."The next hour was a blur of aggressive exfoliating, cold eye masks, and hair rollers. They worked with a clinical efficiency that made me f

Elowen’s POVThe electronic chime of my bedroom door unlocking was my alarm clock.I sat up instantly, the silk sheets sliding down my bare shoulders. My skin still felt hot, humming with the maddening, unfulfilled pulse Killian had left me with. I had spent the night staring at the ceiling, my body aching for a release that never came, trapped in the cage of my own desire.The door slid open, and Killian stepped into the room.He was already fully dressed in a three-piece charcoal suit, looking completely untouched by the storm we had shared. In his hand, he held a blue leather folder. He tossed it onto the edge of my bed."The transfer is complete," Killian said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that sent a tremor straight to my thighs. "Leo has been moved to the private wing in the Hamptons. He has the best legal defense team in the country on retainer."I reached for the folder, my fingers trembling as I opened it. "Is he safe? No police? No indictments?""For now," Killian stepp

Elowen’s POV"Move, Elowen," Killian growled, his grip on my wrist tightening until my bones ached.I was barely standing, my legs trembling from the aftershocks of what we had just done on the boardroom table. The emerald fabric of my dress was twisted, and my skin still burned with the memory of his touch. But there was no time to breathe, let alone process the shame."My brother," I choked out, stumbling as he hauled me toward the back of the boardroom. "Bianca has him, Killian! We have to go to the Hamptons. We have to save him!""We do nothing until we are clear of this building," Killian snapped, his voice a low, lethal baritone.He pressed his hand against a seamless panel in the mahogany wall. With a soft click, a hidden door swung open, revealing a narrow, concrete stairwell lit by flickering yellow bulbs."They’re already in the lobby, sir," Marcus said, his hand resting on the butt of his concealed firearm as he ushered us through. "Two minutes, maximum, before they bypass

Elowen’s POVThe rotting wood of the boathouse floorboards groaned under my heels, but the sound was drowned out by the thunderous roar of my own pulse. I stared at Thatcher, my hands clenching the leather folder to my chest so hard my knuckles turned white."Thatcher," I breathed, my voice barely carrying over the steady, rhythmic hiss of Leo’s dying oxygen tank. "Where is Bianca? Why are you doing this?"He took a step closer, the heavy iron crowbar dragging along the rough wood with an agonizing, high-pitched screech. "Bianca is a means to an end, El. Just like you were.""You slept with my sister," I cried, a bitter, suffocating wave of betrayal choking my voice as I took a cautious step back. My eyes darted to Leo, his lips tinged a terrifying shade of blue under the plastic mask. "You threw me away for her, Thatcher, and now the two of you are working together to kill my brother?"Thatcher let out a sharp, hysterical laugh that made my stomach drop. "Working with her? No, sweeth