All Chapters of You Don't Own Me, Mr Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

chapter 1

KATYA “Fuck you’re a good kisser.” “I’m an even better lay.” Little does my date know, it'll never get that far. The front door creaks when I shove it open with my back, a laugh slipping out as his warm lips skim the sensitive curve of my neck. I grope for the handle until I catch it, nudging the door shut with a soft click. Leaning into the stranger's mouth, I let him leave feather kisses over my skin, even though I can't remember his name. Vince? Vlad? Something with a V, maybe a B. Not that it matters. He smells of leather, gin, and unearned swagger. The kind of guy who orders bottle service and leaves a five-percent tip. In short, a douche, but I don't care. He was charming enough to reel me in and sleazy enough to infuriate my dad. For tonight, that's the only thing that matters. I slip off my heels one at a time, my bare feet settling on the cool marble. "Shh," I whisper, glancing down the hallway. "Don't be too loud, or you'll disturb the guards." He lets out a low chuc

Last Updated : 2026-07-04

Chapter 2

ISAACOleg Grinkov wants a meeting. I don’t know what he has planned. My men act as if my death warrant is already stamped, some even swearing their mothers will light candles for me at Mass. They’re right to be uneasy, yet I doubt Oleg would summon me just to pull the trigger. Men like him prefer a stage.Sergei Grinkov, his father, once ordered an entire wedding party burned alive just to make a point. I shook that bastard's hand years ago, and it took every ounce of control not to crush his bones. Now he's gone, dead of a heart attack in his sleep. Every account calls it a peaceful passing. Cowardly, if you ask me. A man like him deserved a hail of bullets, not a warm blanket.Oleg, the son, now occupies thepakhan'schair, and the whispers have already started. They say he's smarter, more ambitious, maybe even deadlier than his father. Methodical to the core, he never moves without plotting five steps ahead. Whatever this meeting is, it's strategic.It's a move, a test, maybe even a

Last Updated : 2026-07-04

chapter 3

KATYAThe door clicks shut behind my father and Oleg, the finality slamming down like a prison gate. The sharp echo reverberates in my ears, and the walls seem to squeeze inward. This is the moment I'm no longer just a girl with a bright future. Now I'm merely Isaac Kozlov's future wife.I grit my teeth until my jaw throbs and remain glued to the oversized leather chair across from Isaac's desk, staring at the dark wood grain as though it might split open and swallow me whole.He stays silent, offering no 'Are you okay?' or hollow promise that everything will be fine. Of course he doesn't. From what I've heard, Isaac Kozlov doesn't do gentle. This is business and nothing else.He strolls around the desk and props himself against the edge in front of me, arms folded, ankles casually crossed. He doesn't exactly loom, yet he still manages to occupy every inch of the room.I hate that I notice how perfectly his shirt skims his chest and forearms, as if it had been sewn onto him, hinting a

Last Updated : 2026-07-04

Chapter 4

KATYAThe first shot of tequila lands harder than I expect. By the time the second arrives, my heels are abandoned under the table and I'm slumped against the paneled booth, letting out a long, weighted breath.Evie sips hers like chamomile tea, lipstick un-smudged and spine arrow-straight. She was never the princess in a tower. She got to live, drink, and do as she pleased. Translation: her tolerance leaves mine in the dust, while I'm slowly melting into the leather cushions."You're a mess," she says, her tone bone-dry."I'm a bride," I mutter, raising my glass in a mock toast. "Of a man I didn't choose, in a marriage I didn't sign up for, on a timeline I didn’t set.”“So,” she says, raising her glass in return. “Exactly what your father raised you for.”We clink our glasses. The sharp, familiar chime almost convinces me everything is normal. Just a girl grabbing drinkswith her best friend instead of a lamb being marched to the sacrificial altar.Evie studies me, expression unreadab

Last Updated : 2026-07-04

chapter 5

ISAAC The moment the door swings open, I know I've caught her off guard. Her robe hangs half-tied, cheeks flushed, and hair a tumble of messy waves. Her lips part in surprise, eyes wide and uncertain. Nothing like the hellfire she's hurled at me since the moment we met. Behind her, barely visible across the room, half-tucked beneath the covers, lies a sleek purple vibrator. Well, this has been made way easier for me now. I drag my gaze back to her face, watching color flood her cheeks when she realizes what I've seen. She shifts, sliding into the hall to pull the door halfway closed, but it's far too late. My mouth curls into a slow, deliberate grin. "Thinking about me, were you, wife?" She opens her mouth, then snaps it shut. Her throat bobs as she swallows. Her eyes narrow, but the panic behind them is impossible to miss. She really was thinking about me. Holy shit. "What the hell are you doing here?" Her voice is sharp, but the edge is dulled. Her stance is defensive, but h

Last Updated : 2026-07-13

chapter 6

KATYA Regret slams into me the moment I open my eyes. It isn’t the hangover, even though my head throbs and my mouth tastes of tequila and mistakes. The remorse is for what happened after the tequila. What felt so easy in the dark barrels back now that daylight has stripped away every excuse. I let Isaac into my room and complied with his every wish like I couldn’t get enough of him. The heat between us flared even though our skin barely touched. The sound of my name on his lips. The weight of the vibrator in his hand. His smirk. His restraint. God, the restraint. Isaac never laid a finger on me. He didn’t need to. He seized control anyway. Worst of all, my body liked it. No, it reveled in it. Without my permission I surrendered, craving him, unraveling for him. I burrow beneath the covers and press my palms to my eyes, groaning. How could I have done that? Of all the men I've been with or ever wanted, he ranks dead last. Actually, he doesn't even make the list. I've fooled aroun

Last Updated : 2026-07-13

chapter 7

I step inside and exhale slowly. The air smells of lemon polish and white cotton, expensive through and through. Maude takes my suitcase and leads me through a maze of hallways. I try not to gape, but the size of this place is absurd. Wepass three sitting rooms, a marble staircase, and what I swear is a library with a spiral staircase. "Your room is here," Maude says, opening a door near the end of the hall. "Right next to Mr.Kozlov." I pause on the threshold. The door across the hall stands slightly ajar, and the dark, spicy, suffocating scent of Isaac's cologne drifts toward me. Of course he put me right next to him. He wants me under his thumb, close enough to kill any real sense of privacy or safety. I guess none of that matters, because we're supposed to be married in a week. If only he knew that's never happening. Maude sets my suitcase down gently and straightens. "There's an intercom on the nightstand if you need anything. The bathroom is fully stocked in case you forg

Last Updated : 2026-07-13

chapter 8

ISAAC Dinner was painfully civil. Katya speared her pasta as though it had done her wrong. Maude stayed gracious, ignoring the tension while she cleared the plates. Now Katya's holed up in her room, likely plotting her next attempt to derail the wedding. Too bad for her, there's no escape. I can't help smiling when I recall the lengths she's already taken to stop this wedding. She spent hours on the phone canceling vendors, only to discover they were decoys. Her frustration simmered through dinner. She may hate me, but she can't deny the spark between us. She's exhausting and rebellious, that much is obvious. But damn, she keeps life interesting. One thing is certain though. Our marriage will never be dull. Whether we spend it fighting or fucking, a blaze will always rage between us. I head back to my office for the night. With the wedding and honeymoon looming, I need to tie up a handful of loose ends. Papers sit in neat stacks on my desk, waiting for my signature. I sink into

Last Updated : 2026-07-14

chapter 9

A soft knock sounds, as if summoned by our conversation. I know it's Katya before the door opens and she pokes her head in. "Can we talk?" she asks, looking between Mikhail and me. "I'm all done with him for the night." He smiles at her before turning to me and shooting me a shit-eating grin. I motion for her to step in and watch as Mikhail leaves, shutting the door softly behind him. Katya's posture isn't combative for once. She's still guarded, yet something softer lingers, a hint of vulnerability. She doesn't seem to be playing a game, but I won't let my guard down. I nod toward the leather chair across from me. "Have a seat," I offer, hoping it doesn't sound too much like a command. She sits, crosses her legs, and meets my gaze. "I wanted to apologize," she says, tone even. I lift an eyebrow. “Am I on a prank show?” I ask, genuinely thrown by her sincerity. Her lips twitch, but only slightly. “I know I’ve been difficult,” she says, eyes fixed on her hands. “But you have

Last Updated : 2026-07-14

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