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The Choice
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Trapped In The Billionaire's Web The Knife Behind the Smile
We left London at dawn.Julian sat across from us in the jet, silent, staring at nothing. His fingers drummed against the leather armrest like a man trying to distract himself from old ghosts. Adrian didn’t say much either, and I couldn’t tell if it was strategy or guilt.The tension between them felt heavy — like something was about to break, but no one wanted to be the one to crack it first.I sat with my thoughts, knowing Mira — M — was out there, watching, waiting, pulling strings. This was her game. And somehow, we were all pieces on her board.“Where’s the vault?” I asked finally, breaking the silence.Adrian looked at me, then at Julian.“In Montenegro,” he said. “Hidden beneath an abandoned estate I bought years ago. It was one of the last places Mira and I worked together… before everything turned.”Julian scoffed. “Fitting. Back to where it began.”Adrian ignored him.“It’s off-grid,” he continued. “No security system. No internet. You need two biometric keys — mine, and Mir
Trapped In The Billionaire's Web Ghosts in the Fog
London greeted us with cold rain and a sky like wet concrete. The kind of weather that made the city feel haunted — not by ghosts, but by secrets.Adrian barely spoke in the car.His jaw stayed clenched, fingers tapping silently against his knee as the driver wove through narrow streets. I didn’t press him. I could feel it — the weight of whatever he wasn’t saying yet.We finally stopped in front of an old townhouse tucked between two modern buildings in Kensington. Ivy crawling up the walls. Windows dark. The kind of place you’d walk past without remembering.“Julian lives here?” I asked.“He hides here,” Adrian corrected. “He hasn’t been a ‘public man’ in years.”The door was opened before we knocked.A man stood there, silver-haired and sharp-eyed, dressed like someone who used to be dangerous but had grown tired of it.Julian Cross.He looked at Adrian first. Then me. Then back at Adrian.“Well,” he said with a dry voice, “If you’ve come here, that means she’s moving.”“She alread
Trapped In The Billionaire's Web Shadows of the Unknown
Adrian held the card like it might vanish if he blinked.“The web was never just his,” he read aloud again, voice low. “It’s ours now. – M.”He turned it over. Nothing on the back. No fingerprints. No smudges. Just clean, sharp ink on matte black.He looked at me, jaw tight. “This wasn’t a message. It was a warning.”“From who?” I asked, though the chill in my spine already knew we were dealing with something bigger than Lucas.Adrian walked to the bookshelf in the villa’s study — not for a book, but for a hidden safe behind it. He opened it and pulled out an old leather file. Dusty. Untouched for years.He laid it on the table, unzipped it slowly.Inside: photos. Old ones. Faded documents. A list of names. Some crossed out.At the top of the page, underlined in red ink, was a single letter.M.He tapped the paper once. “This… this was my father’s list.”“Your father?”Adrian nodded. “He wasn’t just a businessman. He had enemies. He built things most people weren’t supposed to find. S
Trapped In The Billionaire's Web Echoes in the Dark
I didn’t sleep that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lucas’s face. Not the cold, controlled man who’d orchestrated chaos — but the boy in the torn photo, standing beside Adrian, eyes wide and full of something that looked like hope.It haunted me.So did the man I saw outside the window — the one in the black coat who vanished into the street like a ghost.I hadn’t told Adrian yet.Not because I was hiding it… but because something in my gut whispered: This isn’t over.The next morning, Adrian made us breakfast.It surprised me.The man who once solved problems with a wire transfer was now in a black T-shirt, sleeves rolled up, slicing fruit and scrambling eggs.“You’re staring,” he said without looking up.“I’ve just never seen you with a frying pan before.”He smirked. “Careful. I’m very domestic when I’m not being hunted by psychopaths.”It made me laugh — for the first time in what felt like weeks.And for a moment, everything felt… normal.But normal doesn’t last in our
Trapped In The Billionaire's Web The Choice
The room held its breath.Lucas stood under the chandelier like a conductor waiting to cue the final note. Adrian held the gun in his hand, but for the first time, it looked heavier than it should. And I… I was in the middle of it all. Not a spectator anymore, but a target. A weapon. A consequence.“You don’t have to do this,” I said, stepping forward.Lucas looked at me with amusement. “That’s the problem, Ivy. I already did. Years ago.”“You’re not proving anything by dragging us back here.”He took a step toward me.“Oh, but I am. I’m proving that no matter how far he runs, no matter who he hides behind, Adrian can’t erase what he built. He made me. He taught me everything. And then he threw me away.”“I tried to save you!” Adrian shouted, his voice raw.Lucas turned, eyes blazing. “You saved yourself. You always do.”The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was full. Of anger. Of history. Of pain so old it had turned to bone.“I loved you,” Adrian said, softer now. “Even when yo
Trapped In The Billionaire's Web The Line Between Us
Adrian didn’t sleep that night.I knew because I didn’t either.He stood by the window of the hotel suite, shirt unbuttoned, staring out into the dark Paris skyline as if it held all the answers he’d been running from. His shoulders were tense. His jaw unmoving. The flash drive Lucas left sat untouched on the table between us.I watched it like it was ticking.Like something inside it might explode.“Are you going to open it?” I asked quietly.He didn’t turn. “I already know what’s inside.”“Then why does it scare you?”Finally, he looked at me.“Because you don’t.”He picked up the drive, turned it in his hand like it weighed more than metal should.“You could walk away,” he said. “Right now. Take this drive, give it to the authorities, and disappear. No one would blame you.”“Would you?” I asked.His lips twitched. “I’d blame myself.”I stepped closer. The air between us felt heavier now. Thicker with things unsaid.“I’m not afraid of who you were,” I said. “I’m afraid of who you’ll
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