All Chapters of The Billionaire Owns Me Now: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

༺LIAM༻ I drive off to the old warehouse in the outskirts of the city where I had strictly ordered for Henry to be held alive and chained up. The minute I pull up outside the outside the rundown building, a cold wind chills me to the bone. But it’s the exact opposite of the seething fury burning in my gut. Marcus approaches me while I’m stepping out of the car. He gives me a slight bow, his lips pulled into a tight grimace. “Welcome, boss,” he hoarses. “We’ve been softening the son of a bitch up for you. We have everything under wraps, no leaks.” I nod and loosen my tie, my eyes scanning the trees around. “You never disappoint me, Marcus.” Marcus is my go-to enforcer when I need to handle messy, off-the-books situations like settling scores, tidying up loose ends and eliminating threats permanently. He’s been working for me ever since I got him out of jail. He’s brutal animal and a cunning sociopath but his loyalty is unmatched. “Take me to him,” I order. Marcus gives me a grim

༺RAYNE༻ Liam doesn't say anything. It's like he's holding back. Yet again. I don't know what the exact problem is. If he really loves me, then why's he finding it so hard to tell me how he feels? Is there something he's not telling me? Something that's keeping him from fully opening up? “Liam, what—” “Shhh,” he coos. “Don't think about anything right now, okay? Just relax and let me take care of you in every way possible.” I find myself nodding and keeping my mouth shut. I guess I should worry later and enjoy the moment. Liam lowers his head to my mound and cups it, fondling my flesh. I gasp and arch my back, biting my lip. He pushes my dress up and parts my thighs. His eyes get dark at the sight of my covered soaked honeypot. Even with my thong on, it's easy to tell my core is drenched already, from the kiss. My arousal is leaking into my panties. It's all because of him. It's his doing. Did I always get this wet for him? And that too, easily? It's exhilarating. Liam slowly pe

༺RAYNE༻ “The late Oliver Everhart, your son... was my father. I'm his son and your grandson.” The words of the waiter resound in the room over and over in the midst of the stunned, deafening silence. The atmosphere has immediately turned stiff and still, heavy and ridden with collective shock and unasked questions. Daniel is the first one to break the silence with a loud, bitter roar. “This is absurd! This is an insult! You think you can worm your way into our family’s fortune with this outrageous claim? How dare you?! You’ll pay for your audacity, you worthless nobody!” With no more than five long, angry strides, he closes the distance with Oscar and snarls, “Get out! Get out of our sight before I lose all control and rip you to shreds! There's no place for bottom-feeding leeches here! We already have one worthless freeloader siphoning off our family's wealth and we don't need another!” The last barb was a direct shot at Liam. And it leaves its imprint on Liam because when I gla

༺RAYNE༻ “The DNA test results between Oscar Montenegro's DNA and Lucas Everhart's DNA, as well as the family's archived DNA records, indicate a...” Dr Samantha Gable takes a deep breath, her hands clutching the paper tightly. What on earth is wrong with her? Why's she stalling like she's afraid of our reactions? The suspense is killing me already and I'm not the only one. Someone tell this woman to spit it out already, for goodness' sake! Let's just get this over with. There's no reason to torture us with any more suspense. Dr Gable's eyes lock on Lucas when she finally says, “A match.” And then, those same eyes wander to Oscar. “It's a 99.99% match, confirming Oscar Montenegro as Lucas Everhart's biological grandson.” “What?” Lucas and Daniel say in perfect sync, their faces pale and their jaws slacking open. Liam just stays frozen, his gaze falling to the floor like he knew for a fact that Oscar's words weren't just empty claims and that the results would turn out to be positi

༺RAYNE༻ Days later... I just finished showering and I slip on the first nightie I can get my hands on, a short, soft, silky lavender dress. It's only after I've worn it, I realize how thin and transparent it is. My nipples are practically poking right through, very visible and my areolas are also noticeable too, dark rosy circles with a mild puffiness. My eyes bore into the mirror as I dry my hair with a towel and keep checking myself out. I've never worn this nightdress before. I think I bought it on impulse on one of my shopping sprees with Sabrina. She made me buy it. It's been sitting in the drawers ever since. A deep sigh leaves my lips as I think of Sabrina. It's been a while since we spent time together or even chatted. Ever since my memory loss, she's been keeping her distance. She came to visit me once though, when I was really suffering from amnesia but then I found her presence suffocating and overwhelming. We struggled to reconnect. She sensed my discomfort and detach