All Chapters of Owned by the Man I Destroyed.Thirty Nights Under His Control: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Soren stepped into his sleek executive office after two days away, ignoring the message from the Velvet Exchange security team.The familiar scent of his office spray greeted him suddenly, but his mind was still heavy. As soon as he sat behind his desk, his phone began to ring. It was the manager of the Velvet Exchange.“Mr. Vale, good to have you back,” the manager said quickly. “While you were away, Miss Quinn requested to see you urgently. But something unexpected happened. Your fiancée intervened in a way we didn’t anticipate.”Soren frowned. “Which fiancée? I don’t have a fiancée.”The manager paused, sounding embarrassed. “I apologize, sir. I assumed she was, since I’ve seen the two of you quite close on several occasions.”“Who exactly are we talking about?” Soren asked, his voice sharpening.“Miss Sandra Halliwell, sir.” The manager replied, then continued.“According to your standing orders, Miss Quinn must be blindfolded whenever she needs to see you urgently and brought di

“What the hell?”Soren blurted out in surprise, gazing at the phone, and glancing at his father in shock and disbelief.If anyone had told him that his father, the powerful, composed Godfrey Vale, would behave like a heartbroken teenager over a woman, he would not have believed it.“Dad!” he blurted again.“What’s the matter? Do you know her?” Mr. Godfrey asked, leaning forward with sudden hope in his tired eyes.“Oh my goodness, Father. Take a look.” Soren said, holding the phone out.Mr. Godfrey furrowed his brows in confusion and turned his gaze back to Soren. “What do you want to show me? It’s blank.”“Exactly, it’s blank,” Soren repeated. “You gave me a dead phone. Look, it’s not even turning on.”Godfrey took the phone from him and tried to switch it on, but the screen remained black. He pressed the power button several times, frowning deeply. "It was on a while ago. I got the picture before I handed it to you. It must have switched off then. Don’t worry, I’ll charge it now.”

 Soren sat in the driver’s seat of his sleek black Mercedes, parked under the shade of an old oak tree across the street from the Velvet Exchange.  His tablet rested on his lap, the screen glowing with a live location feed.  Elena’s car had just pulled up to a quiet, upscale café on the city’s leafy outskirts.  He watched as she stepped out of her vehicle. Even from this distance, he could still see the nervous flicker in her posture. Elena glanced around, then smoothed down the front of her fitted blouse and disappeared inside.  Soren’s jaw tightened. His security team had already parked farther down the block and slipped into unobtrusive positions—two men at a nearby bench pretending to read newspapers, another blending with the café’s outdoor seating.  Inside the café, Elena slid int

 Soren stood in the middle of the suite, with his arms crossed, watching Elena change back into the thin silk robe.  When she's done, she stepped back into the room, looking innocent as always, but that expression did nothing to Soren's hardened heart. He had promised himself he would be harsher today, and that's what he's going to do. “On your knees,” he ordered. Elena obeyed, lowering herself to the floor. Her hands trembled as she placed them on her thighs.  Soren began to circle her slowly, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the room. He was about to start the new rules, when a sharp knock sounded at the door. Soren's frown deepened. No one was supposed to interrupt him here. He'd given a strict instruction, then who the hell was it? He ignored and decided to continue, but the

 Soren ended the call and tossed the phone onto the couch.  He turned to face her fully, his expression unreadable. Elena took an instinctive step back, her mind racing with desperate questions she didn’t dare voice aloud. Without uttering another word, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the suite, clenching his fists tightly as the image of Elena burned in his chest. Soren entered his car and drove back to his house in silence. Once he's inside, he poured himself a glass of drink and sat down at his desk.  The security feed from the Velvet Exchange suite was still live on his laptop. Soren fast-forwarded through the footage, watching Elena move around the room after he had left.  She paced restlessly at first, then froze, glancing around nervously as if she could sense invisible eyes on her. What happened next made Sor