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Trapped By The Billionaire Brothers CHAPTER 11
ALYANA POV The clock on the wall felt like it was getting louder. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching the digital numbers glow in the dark. The mansion was tomb-quiet, the kind of silence that made every floorboard creak seem like a shout. 11:32 PM. I picked at a loose thread on my sweater, trying to talk myself out of this. It was a terrible idea. Sneaking out to meet Leo—Julian’s brother—in a house that was essentially a high-tech fortress? I was asking for trouble. And yet, I found myself standing up. I threw on a cardigan and headed for the door, my heart thudding against my ribs the moment I touched the handle. The hallway was dim, the recessed lights casting long, thin shadows across the marble. I stood there for a heartbeat, listening for any sign of life. Nothing. No footsteps, no voices. I slipped out, closing the door behind me with agonizing slowness. Every step I took felt amplified. Even though the house was massive, I felt like the walls were leaning in, record
Trapped By The Billionaire Brothers CHAPTER 10
ALYANA POV Dinner felt like sitting in the middle of a cold war. No one said it out loud, but the friction between the brothers was a physical weight in the room. Every movement, every look, and every word felt calculated. Julian sat at the head of the table, his posture so stiff it was intimidating. The dim light caught the edge of his mask, leaving his one visible eye sharp and unblinking as he watched us. Leo, by contrast, acted like he was in a completely different house. He leaned back in his chair, one arm resting casually on the table as he reached for the bread. He looked relaxed, but I knew him better than that. The way he kept glancing at me when Julian’s head was turned made the note in my pocket feel like it was burning a hole through my dress. Midnight. The garden. Come alone. I forced myself to stare at my plate, trying to quiet the noise in my head. “Eat,” Julian said. I looked up, meeting his gaze. “I am.” “You’re just moving things around.” I glanced
Trapped By The Billionaire Brothers CHAPTER 9
Alyana POV The paper felt heavier than it actually was. It was a small scrap of stationery with only a few words, but my pulse spiked as if I’d been caught red-handed. Meet me in the garden tonight. Midnight. Come alone. And that single, messy letter at the bottom. L. I refolded the note, my fingers moving on instinct while my mind raced. Leo. It had to be him. A chaotic mix of relief and dread tightened my chest. Leo was impulsive, but passing secret notes through the staff in a house lined with security cameras felt reckless, even for him. I checked the doorway to ensure the maid had truly left before sliding the paper into the pocket of my cardigan. My heart still hadn't slowed down. Walking back to the window, I looked out at the garden. In the daylight, it looked like a postcard—bright flowerbeds, stone paths, and a fountain casting soft ripples across the water. From the outside, it looked perfect. But I knew the reality now. Forty-three cameras outside. Twelve insid
Trapped By The Billionaire Brothers CHAPTER 8
Alyana POV I didn’t trust him—not even a little. Yet somehow, a few minutes later, I was walking beside Julian Vance down a long marble hallway. He was giving me a “tour” of the mansion, but with every step, the place felt less like a home and more like a high-end prison. The silence between us was heavy. Julian walked with a steady, unhurried pace, his hands in his pockets and his posture perfectly straight. Even with the mask, he had a way of controlling the space around him just by standing still. I tried to focus on the paintings along the walls, but I remained acutely aware of him. He moved with a level of calm that I found genuinely irritating. “How big is this place?” I finally asked. Julian didn't look at me. He just led me past a pair of glass doors toward an indoor garden filled with white orchids. “Thirty-two rooms,” he replied. I stopped walking. “Thirty-two?” He paused a few steps ahead and turned. “Yes.” “Who needs that much space?” His blue eye studied m
Trapped By The Billionaire Brothers CHAPTER 7
ALYANA POV For a few seconds after Julian said those words, neither of us moved. The air between us felt thick, almost heavy, like the entire mansion was holding its breath. My fingers tightened around the cold metal railing, but I refused to step back. I already knew that if I did, he would notice. And something about Julian Vance told me he enjoyed noticing weakness. His hand was still gripping the railing beside mine. Not touching me, but close enough that I could feel the heat coming from his skin. Too close. My heart beat faster, and I hated that he could probably see it in my face. “You talk like you own everything,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Including me.” His blue eye studied me quietly. There was no anger in it. No rush. Just that same calm focus that made it impossible to read what he was really thinking. “I do own many things,” he replied. The answer made irritation spark in my chest. “That’s not something to brag about.” The corner of his mouth move
Trapped By The Billionaire Brothers CHAPTER 6
ALYANA POV I barely slept that night. Every time I tried to close my eyes, the same image appeared in my mind—Julian Vance standing in the doorway of the library, silent and unreadable, like he had been watching longer than I realized. Like he had been waiting for that exact moment. And then there were the words he said. We’re going to have a child. The sentence kept circling inside my head like a broken record. No matter how much I tried to push it away, it kept coming back. Morning light slowly crept through the tall windows of the East Wing, thin strips of gold stretching across the marble floor. I was still sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped loosely in a blanket that smelled faintly of lavender and fresh detergent. The room was quiet—too quiet—and my chest still felt tight from everything that had happened the night before. I rubbed both hands over my face and exhaled slowly. “Okay,” I muttered to myself. “Think.” If I stayed inside this room all day, I was going to
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