Owned By Him Novelas e Histórias

I ask with a shaky voice. “You think I wouldn't do some digging around about your past and hire you?” He chuckles, his face turning into something dark. I did not understand what was so funny about that. “Let me just tell you this Arabella, you work for me and live under my roof, thus making you a responsibility and my property. You are mine.” He says whispering the last part that sent chills down my spine. “Goodnight Miss Rossi.” A small smirk tugs at his lips before he leaves the room.

His gaze darkened slightly. "No." His voice was low. Firm. Certain. "I am not letting her go." A brief pause. Not because she owed him. Not because of any agreement. But because the thought of her leaving... Belonging to someone else... Was something he could not accept. Not anymore.

"What are you thirsty for, then? I rolled my eyes while grinning. It was so obvious in his mischievous look that he already knew. He just wants to play with me. And goddamn it, God knows how much I love to play with him in every way I could. He kissed the corner of my lips while I'm laughing. He then climbed his way to the stairs and the next thing I knew, we are already on his room. Our room, I mean. He told me, I remember, that whatever he owns, I own it too. And that I also own him. I don't want him to refer it that way actually. I told him he's a man of his own, that nobody owns him not even his wife, but he insisted that he is letting me own him, every piece of him.

"Don't irk me and I promise I will make you leave a peaceful life in the pack," I was just too irritated by him, he punished me and he is the one who stopped it. "Ju.. Just kill me." "You are still living because of me, so don't fight it… I bought you and I own your life now." "I am not your property." "I decided who owns his or her life. As long as you are in my pack, and I paid for you, I own you." He declared and I felt myself drift off, not ready to bicker with him.

"If I work alongside you? Wouldn't it?" + "Not entirely. In this case I can monitor what's happening with you at all times, and since you're my assistant, it won't be weird when you move into my home," he stated nonchalantly. "Move into your home? Are you crazy?" I rose from the chair. I was still at least a foot shorter than him. How intimidating. "If I join your gang that's already enough sacrifice." "Fine. Live in my house or you die," he threatened again.

It is his personal property. "It has nothing to do with the town committee or any of you. The land belongs solely to him. No one has the right to interfere."

'' He adds. My eyes widen before chuckling which earns his attention at the sound of my laughter, ''Yeah I do in New York and it originally belongs to my dad but he gave it to me—so I run it now,'' I answer, eyeing his every movement, ''What about you?'' ''I'm sorry to say that I'm not that kind of guy but I own the country if that impresses you.'' He smiles, making me chuckle once more. Honestly, I wouldn't think of being very casual with him—we're actually chatting like normal people and I seem to forget that he's royalty.

"They believed me. They took me seriously." "Did they?" he asked, stepping closer. "Then why am I standing here?" The door clicked shut behind him. It was just the two of us. No captain. No officers. No backup. Just the devil and the fool who thought she could run from him. "You don't own this place," I whispered. He laughed. But it wasn't amusement. It was mockery. "I own this entire country, sweetheart. If you thought the police were going to protect you? You should've run to another country."

No answering smile, and I begin to comprehend. “Wait, don't tell me…” I cover my mouth in shock. “That island is one of the few lands under my name. In other words, I own it.” Silence takes captive of my words. I knew long before I met him that he's a wealthy man, but to think that he actually owns an island is something that will hunt my pride forever.

"From now on, Ariella Costa, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please." The words hit me like a heart attack. "Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me." He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I own you."