All Chapters of You Don't Own Me, Mr Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

KATYAI've been Mrs.Katya Kozlova for exactly two weeks and one day, but who's counting? That's fifteen straight days of surprisingly glorious, toe-curling sex with Isaac. If you'd told me on my wedding day that I would be walking into my childhood home blushing over what Isaac Kozlov did to me last night, I would have called you a liar.But he's been incredible since that first night. He's patient with me, vulnerable in ways I never expected. He stirs feelings I once thought impossible, and every time I'm convinced I've had the best orgasm of my life, he proves me wrong with an even better one.Isaac isn't merely a king in bed, he's a god. Part of me is almost grateful I was a virgin when we married, because any other experience would have paled in comparison. He's indecently skilled with every inch of his body.But he's so much more than an incredible lay. He's thoughtful and caring in ways I never anticipated. When he unveiled my art studio, I nearly burst with emotion. He didn't s

KATYASunlight pours through the boutique’s wide front windows, laying golden streaks across the polished hardwood and over racks of designer clothes I have zero intention of buying. Evie lifts a strappy red dress in front of the mirror, tilts her head, grimaces, and then shoves it back onto the rack.“Okay, so red is a no,” she mutters. “Unless I’m going for murder-at-midnight chic.”I laugh, looping my arm through hers.“You could definitely pull it off.”"I'd rather not terrify the guy before I get him in the sack."She tosses a wink over her shoulder and drifts to the next display, humming softly under her breath.It's been three weeks since I saw her at the wedding, and for once we're both free this afternoon. She suggested retail therapy followed by coffee, two things I rarely pass up, especially now that life has settled into a strange kind of calm.Evie looks exactly the same, her soft curls bouncing with every step, bracelets chiming, eyes brimming with light and mischief, bu

"Here I am," I agree. "But I do it differently." She cocks her head. "How?" I consider her question for a moment, trying to count the ways I run my business differently from my father's. "I think I'm kinder than he was, for one," I say. "And I've tried to diversify our assets. I want some of our business to be legitimate." She nods, a thoughtful hum vibrating in her chest. "And you got married," she adds, "so you aren't as isolated." "I wanted to be, though," I admit. "I always thought I'd stay single. It felt less complicated not to bring love into the equation." She reaches up with her free hand and touches my jaw, her fingertips grazing lightly across my skin like she's memorizing the shape of me. Her eyes search mine, and for a moment, neither of us says a word. “I’m glad you didn’t,” she says softly. “Stay single, that is.” The air between us stills. I wrap my hand around hers, anchoring us both. “Me too.” We kiss softly, nothing more than the press of her lips against

I glance around our room and see the quiet ways he's already done that.There's the stack of my art books on the dresser, the second pillow hekeeps fluffed for me even when I forget, or the patient way he listens when I ramble about things that have nothing to do with our arrangement.I think of the studio he built for me, the way he knelt in that hospital room and vowed to protect us, the fear in his eyes when he first walked in and saw me."He's not who I expected," I admit."No," she agrees. "He's much better. And hotter."Even in her serious moments, she can't resist a quip."I'm scared," I admit. "Evie, I'm so, so scared.""I know, sweetie," she says, patient as ever. "But you aren't alone. You have Isaac, you have me. You even have your dad, complicated as that is. You have support.""I don't want to mess this up.""You won't."I huff softly, my emotions getting the better of me."I don't think I can stay here," I say as adrenaline finally pushes me out of bed."Katya," Evie wa

Back in the car, I untie her wrists and look for any other injuries before starting the engine and heading toward home.She shivers in the passenger seat and I crank up the heat."I thought we were okay." I say, my voice rough."We were," she says. "But I'm not."The honesty slices like glass. I nod slowly."I'm trying, Isaac. I'm trying to be this woman you need. A wife. A mother. A Bratva queen or whatever the hell this life is shaping me into. But it's happening so fast. And I'm scared I'll lose myself in it.""You won't.""You don't know that.""I know you," I say softly.She finally looks at me. Her eyes are rimmed red, yet clear and strong."I needed to remember who I was before you," she says. "Before all of this. Before guns and guards and kidnappings.""And did you?"She draws a slow breath and nods. "I remembered I used to feel alive when I painted. I remembered that I wanted a life of my own. That I still do."I reach for her hand. She lets me take it."I didn't leave to hu