All Chapters of His To Own: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I woke up to an empty house and a sticky note on the fridge from Cassie, saying my breakfast was in the microwave. At least someone cared whether I ate or not. I had missed breakfast like yesterday but this time I had actually slept in. It was already 11:15 a.m, and the silence in the house was deafening.Popping my breakfast out of the microwave, I settled at the dining table, slowly chewing the bacon and eggs. There was nothing for me to do here—no phone, no books, no idea if the TV even worked. Just me, alone with my thoughts.Where had Kane gone?"Anya, he's at work," I muttered to myself. "Not everyone is as jobless as you."After finishing the last piece of bacon, I cleared my plate and washed it. The spotless kitchen gleamed under the sunlight streaming in through the large windows. Wandering into the living room, I admired the clean, white décor again. This was exactly how I’d imagined my dream apartment back in college—minimalistic, sophisticated, and with floor-to-ceiling wi

"I don't like being ignored, Anya," Kane hissed as we walked into his penthouse. I stayed silent, the way I always did when Liam was angry. I didn’t understand why Kane was so upset about me meeting Liam. It wasn’t like I wanted to see him in the first place. Kane exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. I stood there, waiting—for what, I wasn’t sure. Maybe for him to calm down. “I asked you a question, Anya,” he said harshly. “No,” I answered softly. “Why don’t I believe you, hmm?” Great. Now I was a liar. All I wanted was to be left alone. My face hurt, my palms stung, and the corner of my lips ached. I just wanted to crawl into bed and cry myself to sleep. I didn’t have the strength to explain what had happened with Liam, so I said nothing, just staring at Kane blankly. He moved toward me in quick, deliberate steps, and for a split second, the thought of Liam hitting me flashed in my mind. I flinched, instinctively raising my hands to cover my face and h

Kane's Pov:I was doing my best to avoid her by not going to the penthouse last night and I didn't think I was planning to go there today either. That night hadn't exactly gone how I planned and I couldn't help the anger that consumed me when she had told me she stepped out with Kane after I told her to stay where she was. Was she that eager to reunite with him? And then Liam showed up, looking smug, which only fueled my anger further. I couldn’t stop thinking about what they had spoken about or if he had said something bad about me to make her scared of me. The questions tormented me, making it impossible to focus on my work. Did she tell him everything that happened between us? She claimed she didn’t, but I couldn’t bring myself to believe her.I had ever plan to take things all the way and actually fuck her like I had imagine countless time but when I saw her eyes filled with tears I just couldn't go through with it. And when she flinched as I moved closer, it felt like a knife h

I woke up in Kane’s bed, my whole body sore—a painful reminder of last night. Groaning softly, I turned to my side, my tired eyes drifting to where Kane was supposed to be. The sheets were cold. He’d been gone for a while.Rubbing my eyes, I tried to shake off the sleep. I wasn’t sure what I expected this morning to feel like, but it wasn’t this.Kane was gone.Wrapping the blanket around myself, I listened for any sound in the house, but it was silent—too silent. I sighed, my mind racing. What did last night mean to him? What did it mean for me? Sure, I had stepped out of my marriage—not because I wanted to, but because that was what I was here for. Still, last night had been the best I’d had in years and with the way he had acted last night I at least expected a warm good morning or maybe I was asking for too much.A growl from my stomach pulled me out of my thoughts. I got off the bed, still wrapped in the blanket, and picked up my scattered clothes from the floor. After dressing,

“Cassie, what’s wrong?” I asked, rubbing my eyes as I opened the bedroom door.“Sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Anya, but you need to get ready right now,” she said, looking at me with an apologetic expression.“Why? What’s going on? Did something happen?” I asked hurriedly, now fully awake.“No, everything is fine. Mr. Kane asked me to let you know that the driver taking you home is waiting downstairs. You need to leave quickly,” she said in a quiet tone, as if trying to soften the blow.My chest tightened. I took a deep breath, but it felt like I had been thrown into freezing water.“What? Why? It's still so early” “I’m sorry Mrs Anya those were his instruction”“He..he didn’t say why at least?” “No he didn’t”“Oh… I… okay. Give me a minute,” I stuttered, glancing around the room, struggling to process what was happening.He really treated me like some random prostitute—used for one night and discarded the next morning. Everything he said before we slept together had been meaningless.