All Chapters of The Billionaire Owns Me Now: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

༺RAYNE༻ “I said stay down!” The voice yells again when I try to get up. The back of my head is throbbing with pain from the blow and my vision is getting darker and darker. But I recognize the voice. “Henry,” I squeak, lifting my hand from the ground. “You—” “You thought you could just get rid of me that easily, huh, Rayne?” He hisses and crouches down to my level. “You thought I'd let you be with that man?” Henry grips both of my hands and starts binding my wrists with a rough, scratchy rope. “You planned this, didn't you? You fucked that man so I'd throw you out and you could be with him. But it's not going to happen, not while I'm still breathing. You're mine, Rayne. You belong to me.” He knots and tightens the rope around my wrists. “This should keep you in line,” he says, his voice cold as ice. “You're not going to be seeing that son of a bitch again. Not if I have anything to say about it.” I whimper as the rope digs into my skin, leaving angry red marks. “Please, Henry.

༺RAYNE༻ My heart clenches when my eyes take in the sight of Liam as he trudges into the church hall. He's a mess—his black tuxedo slightly rumpled and dirtied, his white shirt stained red with blood trickling down from a cut on his temple. “Jesus, Liam!” I run towards him, still clutching my wedding dress. “Oh my God, what happened? You're hurt! Where have you been?” I reach for his shoulders, a look of horror plastered on my face as I examine his. Liam's cheekbones are dusted with flecks of dried blood and his eyes—his usually bright grey eyes—are now shadowed by dark circles. He stops walking and stares at me, his eyes hard and his lips set in a thin line, looking for all the world like he's just survived a brutal assault. Even with the bruises and blood, he doesn't seem to be in pain. He doesn't flinch when I touch him. “What happened to you?” I panic when blood trails down his head and drops on the back of my hand. “Liam, say something!” Lucas marches over to me and Liam, hi

༺RAYNE༻ I just finished taking a cold shower and I've slipped on my nightie, a soft, almost see-through dress that barely covers me. I wanted to relax and sleep comfortably after the whole wedding disaster. But seeing how Liam is staring at me like he's trying to strip me with his eyes makes me a little bit uncomfortable. He's not even trying to hide it or be discreet about it. His eyes are dark and his pupils dilate as he scans my figure, making me feel like a piece of meat under his gaze. I hope he's not expecting anything from me tonight. The fact that we just got married doesn't mean I'm going to let him have his way with me. “Why are you looking at me like that? Is there a problem?“ I shift slightly on the bed and put a pillow over my chest. It's to keep my hard nipples poking through my nightie out of sight. “Move,“ Liam commands, still looking down at me. He's standing at the edge of the bed while I'm sitting straight on the bed. “Excuse me?” He groans and sighs. “Must y

༺RAYNE༻“Oh my gosh, Rayne! You’re glowing!” Sabrina squeals and gives me a wink, flashing her million-dollar smile at me.I furrow my brows and smile back at her but my smile pales in comparison to hers. This woman is absolutely gorgeous. She’s stunning, breathtaking and whatever other adjective fits the description.With her beauty and successful career, it’s a wonder how she ended up with Lucas. Don’t get me wrong though. Lucas is a charming-looking old man despite his gruff exterior. He must’ve been a ladies’ magnet during his younger days.But I just think Sabrina could’ve married someone her age rather than marry someone because of his wealth. Oh well, who am I to judge? I’m married to a man all because of money; a man who infuriates the hell out of me.I give Sabrina a questioning look. “What do you mean by ‘I’m glowing’?”“Puh-lease, don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” She wiggles her brows.“I really don’t.” I stare at her blankly.She grunts a little and s

༺RAYNE༻ “Liam!” My voice comes in a grating squeal. I'm horrified. My cheeks flare hot from the embarrassment of having been caught fingering myself. “I liked it better when you moaned my name,” Liam tells me and brings my thong to me. “You dropped this. You really should be careful how you throw your stuff around here. You have a bodyguard just outside your bedroom.” He smirks and dangles my panty at my face. I reach for it, my face still crumpled from humiliation. But Liam quickly withdraws his hand and clutches my panties again. I don't even have the words for him right now. I can't believe this is happening. I had been so engrossed with playing with myself and trying to climax, so far gone in my own little fantasy, that I hadn't even considered the possibility that Liam might still be within earshot. I didn't hear him walk in or even hear the sound of the door opening. I didn't realize he was watching me like a hawk, no doubt enjoying the show. I had my legs spread so wide,