All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Blood Debt: Ruined by My Enemy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elowen’s POVThe deafening echo of the gunshot was still ringing in my ears when the digital flatline of Leo’s monitor pierced the silence of the boathouse. A high-pitched, continuous beep. The sound of death."Leo!" I screamed, a raw, primal sound tearing from my throat.I wrenched myself out of Killian's grip with a strength I didn't know I possessed. This time, he let me go. I fell to my knees beside Leo’s wheelchair, my wet silk dress soaking up the mud and filth of the rotting floorboards. My hands shook so violently I could barely untangle the plastic straps of his oxygen mask."Leo, please! Wake up! Look at me!" I begged, slapping his pale, cold cheek. His head lolled to the side, his lips already taking on a deeper, terrifying shade of blue. "Killian, help him! You said you had everything under control! Do something!"Behind me, the heavy thud of the fallen body echoed through the cavernous space."Marcus," Killian’s voice was deadpan, cutting through my hysteria like a scalpe

Elowen’s POVThe red dot of the sniper’s laser felt like a drop of liquid fire on my forehead, burning straight through my skin and into my skull.Above us, the helicopter’s rotor blades whipped the freezing rain into a blinding, horizontal sheet of glass. The spotlight pinned our small tactical boat to the dark, churning water of the East River like an insect under a microscope.If I went back to Arthur, I would be nothing but a transaction again—a disgraced pawn forced to play nice with the sister who stabbed me in the back. If I stayed with the devil holding me by the waist, I might burn, but I would burn on my own terms."I am never going back to him," I hissed, my voice raw and scraped thin by the howling wind. "Let's burn them all."Killian’s lips curved into a cold, predatory smile in the dark. "Good."In one explosive motion, Killian grabbed my shoulder and threw me flat onto the wet steel deck beside Leo’s wheelchair. He vaulted over us, his broad body a shield of solid muscl

Elowen’s POVThe white glare of the tactical flashlight burned my eyes, turning the dark concrete shaft into a blinding, featureless void.Above us, the scraping of iron grew louder. Arthur Sterling was waiting at the top of the stairs, his voice dripping with the false, grandfatherly warmth he used whenever he was about to sign a client’s death warrant."Elowen!" Sterling called out again, his voice echoing flatly off the wet walls. "Don't let Blackwood drag you down with him. Your father wants you home. We can fix this."I felt the cold weight of Killian’s gaze on the side of my face. He hadn't moved. He stood completely silent in the dark, his silver eyes catching the stray beams of the flashlight, waiting for my choice."He’s offering you a clean slate, Little St. Claire," Killian murmured, his voice a low, mocking rasp that barely carried over the sound of my own frantic breathing. "Your brother’s freedom. Your family’s mercy. All you have to do is hand over the files and walk aw

Elowen’s POVThe heavy iron latch of the cargo door clicked, a sharp, metallic strike that resonated through the floorboards directly into my ribs.I stopped breathing.Above me, Killian didn't shift a fraction of an inch, his weight pressing my chest flat against the cold steel of the floor. His gloved hand remained locked over my mouth, the leather smell suffocatingly thick, blocking out the stench of rain and exhaust.With a deafening screech of ungreased hinges, the rear doors swung wide.The freezing night air rushed into the cabin, instantly slicing through the thin, ruined silk of my emerald dress. A second later, the blinding, blue-white beam of a tactical flashlight cut through the dark.The light bounced off the metal ceiling, skipping over the secure straps holding Leo’s wheelchair in the far corner. It swept closer, tracing the edge of the cardboard boxes Marcus had stacked near the partition, before settling directly on the dark fabric of Killian’s discarded jacket.My he

Elowen’s POVThe private elevator rose in a stomach-turning, silent sweep of steel, carrying the entire van up toward the penthouse. I slumped against the polished mirrored wall of the lift cabin, my knees trembling so violently I had to press my back flat against the cold metal just to stay upright. My forearms were on fire, the muscles completely locked into rigid, agonizing cramps from hours of squeezing the rubber resuscitation bag.Killian stood in the center of the cabin, perfectly still. He didn't look at me, nor did he offer a hand to steady my shivering frame. He simply stared at the digital floor indicator as the numbers climbed toward his private sanctuary."He's breathing on his own now," I whispered, my voice sounding raw and cracked in the quiet space. "But his lungs are too weak to sustain it for long. You... you promised the ventilator in your suite was fully automated."Killian didn't turn his head. "The equipment is waiting, Elowen. But never forget that the only thi