All Chapters of Owned By The Don : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

154 Chapters

Chapter 1 - The Devil's Entrance

The night, Club Eden, swallowed Raven Knight whole as she entered, she wasn’t wearing red, but she should’ve been. Red was for warning and sin. And sin was exactly what she was walking into. Instead, she wore fitted black slacks that clung to her hips, a satin top that shimmered like spilled oil, and heels borrowed from Talia, the friend who swore Eden was “just a club.” Her press badge hid inside her purse, like a loaded gun she couldn’t afford to draw. No one got inside Club Eden without a story, and tonight, hers was a lie dressed in silk. She wasn’t Raven Knight, investigative journalist for The Mirror. She was Raye Kincaid, an aspiring dancer from nowhere, with big eyes and a bigger dream. A perfect disguise for a woman walking into the devil’s den. The moment she crossed the velvet-draped threshold, sound hit her like a heartbeat. Music, slow, thick, seductive, throbbed through the floor. Perfume and smoke mixed with the sharp bite of whiskey. Every surface glowed in gold or r

Chapter 2 - Now You Understand

The ache between Raven Knight’s thighs hadn’t faded. It was a brand, the one only Jaxon Morreau could leave. It pulsed through her body all night, a phantom reminder that refused to let her rest. Beneath her ribs, under her skin, low in her belly, it throbbed with the rhythm of something dangerous and unfinished. She’d barely slept. Every time her eyes closed, his voice found her. "Tell me you’re ready to break." She could still feel his breath, the taste of control he’d offered her, and the surrender she’d taken without meaning to. Jaxon had kissed her once, and somehow that single moment had torn through her resolve, her boundaries, her carefully constructed armor. Raven Knight didn’t get flustered. She didn’t get weak over men, but then again, he wasn’t just a man, he was a storm dressed in a tailored suit. Now, standing in front of the mirror of her hotel suite, Raven could see the aftermath of him. Damp hair clung to her shoulders, a towel wrapped tight around her curves, but he

Chapter 3 - Good Girl

Raven stood outside Jaxon Morreau’s private office, pulse stuttering like a trapped bird’s wings. The hall was silent except for the low hum of distant bass leaking through the velvet walls. Victor had led her here with no explanation, no hint of that smug grin he usually wore. Just a nod, a gesture to the heavy mahogany door… and then he left her to face whatever waited inside. Raven exhaled slowly, smoothed her palms over her skirt, and stepped in. The door shut behind her with a quiet click. The room was dim, steeped in power. Dark paneled walls. Shelves lined with leather-bound books and bottles of liquor older than she was. The faint scent of cedar and smoke clung to the air. A single lamp burned behind the desk, casting long shadows that made the space feel smaller, more dangerous, and behind that desk sat the devil she’d been sent to expose, Jaxon Morreau. He wasn’t looking at her yet, just swirling amber whiskey in a crystal glass, the light catching the faint scar along h

Chapter 4 - Velvet Chains

Raven wasn’t wearing a collar when she walked back into Club Eden, but she felt it all the same.It lingered like ghost silk at her throat, unseen but unbearably real. She kept touching the skin there, half-expecting to find the O-ring still pressing against her pulse. The phantom weight of it didn’t fade, and neither did the ache between her thighs. An ache that had nothing to do with lust and everything to do with submission.She was unraveling. And Jaxon Morreau was pulling every thread.Talia didn’t say anything when she passed Raven in the dressing room that night. Just glanced up from lacing her thigh-high boots and froze.“You look different,” she murmured.Raven opened her locker, kept her voice light. “New lip gloss.”“Bullshit.” Talia stood slowly, smoothing her mesh top over her hips. “Did he touch you again?”Raven paused. “Why does it matter?”“Because if he’s choosing you, everything changes.”“Talia..."“Just listen,” she snapped, voice shaking. “Girls who get close to

Chapter 5 - A Taste Of Power

The first time Raven saw Jaxon Morreau break a man, he didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t throw punches or pull a gun or even move quickly. There was no flash of violence, no theatrical rage. Just stillness. Precision. Ice in the shape of a man. And it chilled her more than any screaming brute ever could.It began with a phone call.She was in his office, seated on the leather chaise with her notebook in hand, pretending to take inventory of club shipments, an excuse Jaxon had given her to justify her presence, but the real reason was simpler. He wanted her close.The moment the call came in, something changed in him. His posture, his breath, the way he folded his fingers together like he was preparing for surgery.“She took the money?” he asked, voice quiet.There was a pause as whoever was on the other end of the line stammered through their explanation.Jaxon’s eyes went flat. “Where is he now?”Another pause. “Bring him to the lounge. Ten minutes.”He hung up.“Problem?” Raven aske

Chapter 6 - Dancing With The Don

The invitation came in the form of a single white card slipped beneath her hotel room door.No handwriting. No stamp. Just a message embossed in deep black ink: Midnight. Top floor. Wear red.There was no signature. None was needed. Jaxon Morreau never repeated himself.Raven held the card in her hand for a long time, her thumb brushing the edge like she could feel his voice in the weight of the paper. The last time she’d been summoned to the top floor, he’d broken something inside her she hadn’t known was still fragile, her belief in her own autonomy.She hadn’t bled, but she hadn’t walked out the same, either.Tonight, he wasn’t calling her for punishment. There was no lie to interrogate, no defiance to tame. Which meant this was something worse.Something intentional. Something planned.The red dress waiting in her closet hadn’t been there the night before. She hadn’t bought it. She would have remembered something like that. It was too perfect. Too precise. Red like sin. Silk like

Chapter 7 - Burn Marks

It started with a name. Raven didn’t mean to find it. She was just filing. Organizing the chaos Jaxon called his empire, ledgers, rosters, invoices from shell companies that all looped back into Club Eden’s bloodstream. She was supposed to be focusing on the liquor shipments, but her fingers slipped, and a folder tumbled to the floor, spilling across the polished concrete.She knelt, cursing under her breath, gathering sheets into a pile, until one name stopped her cold. Isabelle Voss.She knew it. Knew the name like a knife she’d once kept hidden in her coat pocket. Isabelle had been a dancer at another upscale club on the east side. She disappeared three months ago. No note. No family contact. The only thread Raven had ever found was a whisper from another girl who claimed Isabelle was “recruited” for something “better.” Her body was never found.Raven’s heart pounded as she scanned the document. Club Eden employee roster. Isabelle’s name was there. Dated two weeks before her disapp

Chapter 8 - His Rules, Her Fire

The rules weren't written anywhere, but they were everywhere. Raven felt them in the silence when Jaxon looked at her. In the tension when she stepped too close without permission. In the burn between her thighs when he said nothing at all and still made her beg in her head.No lying. No touching without command. No coming without consent. No forgetting who she belonged to.They weren’t printed in any contract, but Raven was beginning to understand them like scripture. Jaxon Morreau didn’t teach obedience with threats. He seduced it into you, until disobedience felt like pain and surrender felt like home.She was spiraling, and she knew it, yet she still, she craved the fall.That night, Raven waited until the club was winding down, past 3 a.m., when the guests began to thin, the music softened, and the hallways emptied into darkness.Jaxon had left hours earlier. Victor had said nothing except, “He’s in his office. Don’t disturb him.”So of course, she did exactly that. She wasn’t th

Chapter 9 - Shadow Games

Raven felt it the moment she stepped into Eden that night. The air was off. It wasn’t the music, still pulsing, dark and magnetic. It wasn’t the crowd, still rich, drunk, and unaware they were standing on top of a wolf’s den.It was something else. A disturbance in the current. Like someone had shifted the power in the room. Someone new.“Brace yourself,” Talia muttered as she walked past Raven backstage, eyes flicking toward the bar. “The baby devil’s in town.”Raven frowned. “Who?”Talia didn’t answer, just pointe.And then she saw him. He was leaning against the bar, drink in hand, smile lazy and dangerous. Blonde hair curled slightly at his collar, jaw sharp enough to wound, suit fitted like a second skin. Where Jaxon radiated ice and command, this man was all fire and charm.Zane Morreau. The younger brother. The one who disappeared into luxury yachts and scandal, who resurfaced when it suited him, and never without consequences.He looked like trouble dressed in silk and he was

Chapter 10 - First Blood

It was supposed to be a normal night. As normal as a night could be inside Club Eden, where sex and money and power danced together like smoke. Raven had gotten used to the tension, used to walking through velvet-draped corridors with Jaxon’s voice in her head and Zane’s shadow just behind her heels, but nothing about tonight would end normally.And it started with a scream.She was on the mezzanine level when it happened, reviewing floor rosters in the main office. She heard it before she saw it, high, sharp, a woman’s scream that cracked like glass and tore through the throb of the music. Then came the sound of bodies colliding. A crash. Yelling.Raven bolted for the balcony railing. Below, chaos. Two men, big, inked, furious, were fighting in the center of the main floor. Bottles smashed. A table overturned. One of the servers ducked behind the bar as glass shattered inches from her head.Security rushed in, but they hesitated, because these weren’t regular guests. These men weren

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