Owned By Him Novels & Stories

I asked, even though I already knew the answer. “No.” He crossed the room and sat on the edge of my desk, arms folded. Close enough that I could smell his cologne, and suddenly the atmosphere changed. “Your loans. The credit cards. The medical bills from that little accident sophomore year. All of it.” My gut twisted. “What about them?” “I own them.” He said it flat, like he was telling me the weather. “Bought the whole bundle last month. Your mother and Richard... they couldn’t keep up. I could.”

"Are you stalking me?" The side of his lips rose. Para bang may nakakatawa akong nasabi. Nanunudyo ang tingin na iginawad niya sa akin at ang sunod niyang sinabi ay halos tanggalan ako ng hininga. "It's mine." Hindi ko alam kung nagbibiro lang siya o ano. But the looks in his eyes says it all. He owned this place. I don't know how is that even possible when Atty. Santos said it was my father's. Paanong sinasabi niyang sa kanya ito?!

I'm extremely loving every moment which I'm spending with him. "Zain, I forgot to ask you why this beach is deserted?" I asked suddenly from him, narrowing my brows. "I own this beach." As he answered, I raised my brows in surprise. Did he just say that he owns this beach? Really? "You own this beach?" I asked in utter disbelief, looking at him. "Yes, Princess, and you know I'm thinking to build our beautiful house here for our future. Do you like this place?" He asked and I'm still looking at him incredulously. I just can't believe that he owns such a huge property.

He introduced as they entered the automatic door and was presented with the bright and minimal contemporary home. "This is your Madame, and the little miss." Leon introduced them to the steward. "It is my pleasure to finally serve the Madame of this household," The steward greeted respectfully and was excited deep down. It should be known that their Master was almost 30 years old, but he never saw him bring back a woman. That was why although he was caught off guard at him not just bringing home his woman but also his daughter, he was still very delighted. Leon looked at his daughter and Anika and smiled warmly at them. "Well, this is our home."Edit

“Fine. But make it clear to everyone, he belongs to me. No one touches him. Not Darren. Not anyone.” My words settle something dark and possessive inside of me. Sighing, he nods. “Have fun with your friend, Rook. Just don’t forget what I need him for. You can let him know I’ve given him to you. You own him now.” I nod, a slow, satisfied grin spreading across my face as I turn for the door. Yeah. I fucking own him, and the second that message goes out, no other man will ever lay a fucking hand on him again.

I ask him shaking his hand. "Yes, not exactly though. my father owns it but I would be taking over it completely next year." He says proudly. "So don't you have a personal doctor or vet? who would be looking after Bruno in an emergency?" of course he must be having, after all, he is the owner of a billion-dollar company.

My question was loaded with my anxiety and skepticism threading through the hope I desperately wanted to cling to. "Because you're mine, Jo. And as long as you are, I'll stand by you. No one else will lay a finger on you," he declared. His claim of ownership, "You're mine," sparked numerous emotions within me. I grappled with the concept of belonging to someone, especially to him, and my fiercely independent spirit recoiled at the thought. "I might have jumped ahead without asking... but I'm your master, right? You're with me," he stated, framing it as the most natural outcome. His sheepish smile, an attempt to soften the declaration, somehow made the idea less daunting.

His eyes locked onto mine. “Yesterday I didn’t own you‚” he said quietly. “But from now onwards‚” he added‚ his gaze dark and confident‚ “I own you.”

She knew she was far below his standard but it didn't mean he had the right to derogate her over and over again. “Every breath you take belongs to me, princess. Your mind, your soul and…” he paused, twisting the dagger of apprehension deeper into her stomach. An edge of dominance laced his voice, his tone thick with sheer possessiveness as he continued, “and your body. I own it all.” She felt her breath stutter. His claim of ownership on her wrapped around her like a constricting snake. Perhaps, he had the right. Money buys you everything- from status, dreams to the right to insult others.

I said, annoyed. "You're wrong, Akisha. Whether you like it or not, I own you and you own me. Every inch of you is mine. Your heart, mind, body, and soul. You're exclusively mine. Mine alone. If there's someone who tries to steal or take you away from me, I'll kill them. I'll make them suffer. They will taste hell. No one can own you but me. " He said, with a stern voice.