All Chapters of Billionaire's Captive Heiress: Love Under His Rule: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Shadows in The Club are always deeper than anywhere else. Smoke curls in lazy tendrils under lights as men gather around the table. The weight of the place, its history, steeped in blood and power, is crushing to most. Not to me. This is my world. Here, I am untouchable.Nicholas, my cousin, sits to my left. His sharp eyes scan the room, catching every shift, every whisper, as if danger might be lurking anywhere at any time. Across from us, Michael leans back in his chair, pen rolling between his fingers. His analytical mind is likely ten steps ahead, dissecting every angle of the transaction before us.Between us sits Viktor, a man whose name is whispered in the darkest corners of the underworld. He is a broker of disruption, a supplier of weapons that can shift power in a single night. He toys with a silver lighter. Viktor's reputation precedes him, and his presence alone commands respect."The price is final," Viktor says, leaning forward. "You want the shipment in two weeks. I wan

Clara“Where’s Ella?” Zachary asks, scanning the room.“She’s in the bathroom,” I answer quickly, clutching the popcorn bowl tightly. The room falls into silence, broken only by the sound of the movie playing on the TV.On the screen, a romantic montage begins. The couple shares a passionate kiss in front of a cheering crowd, and my face heats up. I sink lower into the couch, trying to disappear.I glance at Zachary. His eyes are fixed on the screen, and his lips pressed into a thin line. Does he feel awkward too? My heart races as I try not to overthink.“Pass me the Coke,” Zachary says suddenly, breaking the silence.“Huh?” I blink at him, startled.He glances at me, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “The Coke. On the table.”“Oh! Right.” I fumble for the can, my hands shaking slightly as I pass it to him. Our fingers brush, and a jolt runs through me. I almost drop the can.Zachary doesn’t seem to notice. He opens it with a sharp hiss, but the soda sprays everywhere, soaking his shi

ClaraThe ballroom was a hive of activity, alive with the click of heels and the hum of conversation. Ella stood in the middle of the makeshift runway, practicing her walk with the other models. I leaned against the wall, trying to stay out of the way as I watched her glide across the polished floor like she was born to do this.Ella was incredible—poised, confident, graceful. Everything about her screamed perfection. She had this natural elegance that made every step look effortless. It wasn’t just her; the other models were just as mesmerizing. They were tall, gorgeous, and so put-together, even in the middle of a long rehearsal.I sighed, glancing down at my own reflection in a nearby mirror. My blouse was wrinkled, my hair shoved into a messy bun, and there were faint shadows under my eyes that no amount of concealer could cover. I looked haggard, like someone who hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in weeks—which, honestly, wasn’t far from the truth.The models were laughing now, t

ZacharyThe hallway feels colder than I remember, the kind of chill that creeps into your bones and refuses to leave. This was never just a corridor leading to a room—it’s a bridge to the ghosts of my past, a reminder of who I am and the man who shaped me.When I open the door to the private cottage, the air feels heavy, weighed down by scotch fumes and shadows of unspoken truths. My father, George Langston, sits in his throne-like chair, as though the years haven’t dulled his arrogance. His eyes meet mine, sharp and assessing, the same eyes that once looked at me like I was his prized creation.“Is there something important we need to talk about?” My voice is cold, my hands steady despite the roiling storm within me.George leans back, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Can’t a father catch up with his son? I may be a bad man, but I still miss you.”The words make my skin crawl. The last time I heard him say anything remotely fatherly was when I was a boy, and even t

ClaraThe crisp evening air brushes against my skin as we step out of the rehearsal venue. Ella is by my side, her phone in hand as usual, but this time she seems distracted, her brows furrowing as she looks up and down the street. “Where’s Zachary?” she mutters.I shift nervously, tugging the strap of my bag higher on my shoulder. My anxiety, which had only slightly abated during our brief conversation inside, comes roaring back. What am I thinking, agreeing to go with Dylan? My job is to stay with Ella, not…venture off with someone I barely know. If Zachary shows up and sees me, what will he think?The idea of Zachary’s disapproval churns in my stomach. He always has this quiet, commanding presence that makes me hyperaware of my every move. The last thing I want is for him to think I’m abandoning my responsibilities. But then again, Ella is the one who nudged me toward Dylan, isn’t she? I agreed because of her…didn’t I?“Here it is.” Dylan’s smooth voice breaks through my thoughts.