All Chapters of The Billionaire Owns Me Now: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

༺LIAM༻ It's been a whole day since Rayne caught me with that woman and I've been expecting her to pack her bags and leave or confront me again. But the silence from her side of the mansion is deafening and it's driving me mad. Is she okay? I wonder if she's even eaten or slept properly since. The last thing I want is her health to be compromised because of my actions. I can’t stand the thought that she’s not taking care of herself or that she’s suffering physically because of the emotional pain I’ve caused her. I've already damaged her so much already. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I broke her completely or beyond repair for the sake of keeping her safe. The irony stings; my desire to protect her has only brought her pain—something I'm trying so hard to spare her from. Tired of sitting around in my study and waiting for Rayne to make her next move or for some sign that she's okay, I get up and make my way to our bedroom. Well, it's her bedroom now. I need to see her,

༺RAYNE༻ “Well, well, well.” Damien smiles, coming into view while adjusting his cufflinks. “If it isn't the lovely Rayne Everhart.” I smile back and pause my steps, breathing in the amazing smell of his living room. I have to say, the whole place smells like him. Masculine, intoxicating and deep. There's a fine, rich blend of bergamot, cedarwood and his signature cologne. It's like his presence is infused in every inch of this place and it's kind of weird that I find it ridiculously hot, which is so not what I need right now. Why did I come here again? Right. To get back at my asshole of a husband. No, asshole of a future ex-husband. That's exactly why I need to keep my focus and not let Damien's charming smile or ridiculously sexy scent throw me off track. “Damien,” I breathe, my voice a slow drawl, sounding way more seductive than I intended. “Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.” He chuckles and finally gets to where I'm standing. “Short notice? I'd never leave a lov

༺RAYNE༻ Home... We get home in literally no time. It's like the car flew from Damien's driveway to our doorstep. Liam angrily goes out of the car while I'm glued to seat, arms crossed, legs deadlocked, like I'm rooted to the spot. I'm glaring through the windshield, my mind still stuck in a whirlwind of what-the-hecks. Liam swiftly turns around to open the door for me. “Get out,” he grits out, giving me his infamous death stare. I humph and shoot him a side eye before sliding out. But I do it slowly, taking my sweet time, just to piss him off even more. I'm so mad at him for shutting me up the way he did. What's his deal anyway? He has no right to even get all butt-hurt when he's the one who caused all this mess. If he wasn't acting like a complete asshole to me and if he didn't ruin our almost-perfect relationship, I never would've felt the need to go see Damien. And if he didn't act like a caveman, barging in and bringing the cops, Damien wouldn't have gotten under his skin. I

༺RAYNE༻ Sabrina really did it! That woman is crazy! She came up with a plan where I had to act like I was unconscious. Then she frantically alerted the guards that I'd suddenly collapsed from a diabetic episode and needed immediate medical attention. Even Kim was fully bought into the act, panicking and demanding the guards get me to the hospital ASAP. It was only after we got into Sabrina's car that she realized she'd been duped. Sabrina and I ditched the hospital detour and headed straight to her friend's party. As soon as she zoomed out of the estate and lost the tail of Liam's bodyguards chasing us in SUVs, she burst into a hearty laugh. And I joined in. It was the first time I had a genuine belly laugh in weeks, feeling carefree for the first time in forever. I laughed hard until my sides hurt. Sabrina stopped at a store to get me a sexy party dress and a pair of high heels which I changed into. I could only imagine what Liam would do when he found out that I ditched his pr

༺RAYNE༻ The walls... Different. My head... Banging. What the hell happened? How did I pass out? My eyes slowly flutter open and I struggle to sit up but my brain protests, spinning and throbbing so hard. I'm so dizzy, I feel nauseous too. The discomfort forces me to lie back on the bed. I squint and take in the view of the bedroom. Where am I? Whose place is this? How did I get here? My memories are hazy, my mind's all messed up. I'm trying to recall just what the freaking hell happened to me and why I feel like absolute crap. I remember Charlotte shamelessly fantasizing about Liam, Sabrina splayed open for another man and then... Damien. His face, his arms, his scent... Those were the last things my brain registered before everything got dark. My heart clenches and falls to my stomach as I remember Damien's last words: “Don't worry, princess. I'll take care of you.” I cringe and sit back up, ignoring the ache in my head and the sharp dizziness that hits me. I clutch my chest