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Chapter Forty-three: Unraveling Threads
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Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire Chapter Forty-four: The Ghost We Bury
The atmosphere in Adrian’s office was almost stifling, more oppressive than the city skyline looming beyond the glass walls.Leila stood by the door, her heart racing as she observed Adrian processing the revelation she had just shared.“Ethan Graves.”Just the mention of the name felt like a weapon.Adrian remained still and silent, but Leila noticed a spark of recognition in his eyes—the confirmation she needed.He knew him.He had always known him.“You do know him,” Leila whispered, inching closer.Adrian took a slow breath, his hands pressed against the sleek black table as if seeking stability.“I did.”His voice was soft yet restrained, laced with something darker—something raw and unrelenting.Leila's heart raced. “Who was he to you?”Adrian’s gaze met hers, sharp and frigid. “Someone I trusted.”Those words felt out of place coming from Adrian Blackwell.Because trust?That wasn’t something he gave easily.---The Past That Shaped HimAdrian turned away, pacing toward the win
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The discovery of Ethan Graves' true identity loomed over the penthouse like a dark, unavoidable storm cloud.Leila stood near the floor-to-ceiling window with her arms crossed, staring at the city lights twinkling below. Outside, the world vibrated with life, so full of potential, while inside the penthouse, stifling darkness pressed in, relentless.She recalled Adrian's reaction upon hearing her say that name—Ethan Graves. No, it was Matteo Ricci. The man who Adrian had reduced his life to nothing before vanishing without a trace. Until now.Adrian had vowed to complete what he had started.But at what cost?She turned, watching Adrian pull out his phone, she noticed that behind his composed surface lay a simmering rage, cold and calculated.He dialed a number.Luca answered instantly. “What’s up?”Adrian’s voice was sharp. “Get back here. Now.”There was a brief pause before Luca replied, “On my way.”When Adrian hung up, he put his hands on the desk, bowing his head slightly, prepa
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-17Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire Chapter Forty-six:Cracks in the Armor
The atmosphere outside Adrian Blackwell's penthouse was thick with tension, as though the city sensed the turmoil brewing inside him. He gazed out of the expansive window at the city skyline, but his thoughts were elsewhere—focused on the name Gwen had discovered.Grayson Holdings.Ethan Graves, or Matteo Ricci, had concealed himself behind layers of deception, but no empire was immune to scrutiny. Adrian had now identified the first crack in that armor.Leila sat on the leather couch behind him, still holding her phone from her previous conversation with Gwen.“She’s confident this isn’t just another shell company,” Leila noted quietly. “Grayson Holdings deals with substantial sums—real estate, offshore accounts. It’s how Ethan has been laundering his money.”Adrian's expression turned steely, his jaw tightening. “Then we make it bleed.”Connor leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “What’s the plan?”Adrian turned to face them, his gaze cold and calculating. “We take control of it.”
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Arthur Calloway had succumbed more quickly than Adrian had anticipated. The man, despite his wealth and influence, was a coward who crumbled under real pressure. For years, Calloway had been under Ethan Graves’s control, laundering illicit funds through Grayson Holdings while believing himself untouchable.But now?Now he was nothing more than a pawn, trembling under Adrian Blackwell's authority.Adrian sat in the dimly lit penthouse, with the city lights casting a faint glow through the expansive windows. In his hands were the documents Calloway had provided—comprehensive records of every transaction, offshore account, and asset associated with Grayson Holdings. It was more than Adrian had hoped for: proof, evidence, and leverage."This is a goldmine," Connor remarked while rifling through his own copy of the documents. His keen eyes absorbed every detail, every number, committing them to memory.Leila, seated on the couch beside Adrian, crossed her arms. "What’s the plan? If we take
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The bullet casing rested in the middle of Adrian’s desk, its dull metallic sheen catching the faint light from the city outside the penthouse’s glass walls. It was small and insignificant to most, but it resonated with Adrian Blackwell like a deafening gunshot. It was a message—a warning, a declaration of war.Ethan Graves was no longer in hiding.Adrian leaned back in his leather chair, fingers steepled under his chin as he examined the casing. Across the room, Connor and Luca stood in tense anticipation, their focus on Adrian, while Leila stood by the window, arms crossed, her expression hard as she watched the world outside as if expecting Ethan’s men to emerge from the shadows at any moment.“This wasn’t just a warning,” Connor said finally, breaking the heavy silence. "He’s openly challenging you."Luca exhaled slowly. “Means he knows something’s off.”Leila turned away from the window, her gaze piercing. “But how much does he know?”Adrian’s eyes darkened. “Enough.”That single
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-19Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire Chapter Forty-nine: Escalation
The city of New York was never fully asleep, but tonight, there was an unsettling eerie stillness in the night air. Gone was the usual nightlife and distant sirens; in its place was a more sinister vibe—a tension building just beneath the surface.Adrian Blackwell could sense it.From his penthouse balcony, he gazed out at the city, its lights twinkling like stars against the concrete sky. Yet for Adrian, what lay before him wasn’t a beautiful metropolis—it was a battleground. And tonight, the war that had been brewing for years was finally set to ignite.Ethan Graves had made his move.The bullet casing was found on his car. The cryptic text message.Ethan was aware that Adrian was coming for him. Rather than retreating back into the shadows, he was boldly stepping forward, ready for the confrontation.But Adrian was unflinching.He had been waiting for this moment.Leila’s soft footsteps signaled her arrival beside him on the balcony. With her dark hair falling over her shoulders an
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-19Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire Chapter Fifty: Retaliation
The explosion at Red Harbor Freight was a significant blow to Ethan's empire, cutting off a vital artery in his supply chain. However, Adrian knew better than to celebrate a single victory; this was merely the beginning. Ethan Graves had been lurking in the shadows for years, rebuilding his power in silence, but Adrian's actions forced him to reveal himself. Now, Ethan was poised to strike back. He would retaliate. By morning, the fire at the docks had been put out, but the destruction it caused was irreversible. Smoke lingered in the air as news outlets scrambled to make sense of the event. Some reported a gas leak, while others pointed to gang involvement due to the attack's calculated nature. None of them knew the truth. In the penthouse, Adrian stood by the expansive window, gazing down at the city below. His reflection revealed a cold, ruthless figure ready for war. Behind him, Connor and Luca were at the marble table, analyzing intel from their agents dispersed throughout
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-19Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire Chapter Fifty-one: No turning Back
The city buzzed with restless energy, yet Adrian Blackwell could see through the illusion of normality. Beneath the sparkling lights and bustling streets, clear battle lines had been drawn. The war between him and Ethan Graves had evolved from a tactical game into something deeply personal.The warehouse on the south side—one of Adrian's main supply hubs—was nothing but smoldering ash now, reduced to rubble thanks to Ethan's men seeking retribution for Red Harbor Freight. It had been ruthless, quick, and well-planned.But Adrian stood firm.Ethan wasn't relenting; he was gearing up to destroy everything.So be it.---A Target Worth Hitting In the dim light of the penthouse, Adrian loomed over the coffee table, his expression icy as he examined the documents spread out before him Luca leaned over the table, pointing to a glossy image on top of the stack. “This is our chance to make Ethan hurt.”Adrian picked up the picture, revealing an aerial view of an exclusive high-end club nam
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Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Nine – The World, and Ours
After The DischargeThey left the hospital on a crisp Tuesday morning, the kind where the sky looked freshly blue, and the air tinged with the scent of rain, brick, and the first hints of greenery breaking through the earth. While spring hadn’t fully arrived, its presence was felt—curling at the edges of the winter cold, whispering promises in the wind. The world was on the brink of renewal, and so, it appeared, were they.Leila stood just outside the hospital room, holding Elias snugly against her chest in the soft wrap she and Adrian had diligently practiced tying for weeks. The fabric enveloped him securely, holding his tiny body close to her heartbeat. He was so light that she could almost forget he was there—until she felt his warmth against her, the gentle rise and fall of his breath, and the occasional flutter of his tiny fingers brushing against her ribs like a fleeting dream.In her mind, she had imagined being overwhelmed with fear as she left the clinical environment filled
Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Eight– A Name Yet to be Spoken
On a quiet Thursday afternoon, they prepared the hospital bag, the kind of day that felt like the breath held between seasons. Sunlight streamed through the nursery windows in fractured, amber beams, creating dynamic patterns on the light walls and wooden floor. The room carried a faint lavender fragrance from the sachets she'd tucked into the dresser drawers, blending harmoniously with the soft scent of baby powder and an essence of comfort.Leila perched on the edge of the rocker, carefully folding tiny onesies with trembling fingers. A persistent ache in her back felt like a pressure that came and went like the tide, making her pause frequently—not just to stretch, but to breathe deeply, to steadying herself against the looming arrival.“Almost there,” Adrian said, crouching beside the open suitcase. He handed her a pair of impossibly small white socks with pale blue trim, and the sight of them sent a new wave of emotion through her chest.She smiled, though her heart felt too tig
Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Seven – The Weight of Light
LeilaThe first real morning of spring arrived quietly, with a hush so tender it made her ache.The sunlight streamed in through the kitchen windows in rich, golden beams, draping the stone countertops like honey flowing from above. It flowed across the hardwood floors they had chosen together months earlier, every board selected after deliberation and laughter. Now, those very floors gleamed under the morning light, imbued with memories. The windows were cracked open just enough to let in the refreshing morning breeze, carrying the scents of moist earth, budding flowers, and something vibrantly green.Leila stood barefoot at the cooker, wrapped in one of Adrian’s old flannel shirts with sleeves rolled up past her elbows. She stirred a pot of oatmeal slowly, savoring the slower pace. Her body felt differently now—more balanced, a daily reminder of their shared journey. She moved with a newfound grace, as if the earth itself had become a part of her. Every step was intentional, each br
Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Six – In The Quiet That Follows
AdrianHe woke before the sun breached the horizon.The brownstone was enveloped in a stillness that felt almost sacred. Outside, the city seemed to hang in that fleeting, fragile moment between night and day—a time when the world itself hesitated to breathe. Shadows stretched across the ceiling, and the silence felt heavy, like the calm that follows a storm after it has finally burned itself out.Adrian didn't move at first. He remained still beneath the blanket, one arm cradling Leila's as she curled against him, her head resting just above his heart. Her breath came slow and even, rising and falling with the rhythm of sleep, one hand splayed softly over the steady thrum of his chest like she was anchoring herself to his steady pulse.He closed his eyes and absorbed the moment.Not just the sensation of her presence or the warmth of the sheets, but the simple, unassuming peace that accompanied it. A tranquility that didn’t seek recognition but merely existed. For the first time in
Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Five — When Familiar Comes Home
Gwen's Arrival Gwen arrived on a cloud-covered afternoon, when the world seemed to hold its breath. Leila stood on the sacred-feeling brownstone steps, her pale wool scarf wrapped around her, her coat partially zipped over her gently rounded stomach. The air was infused with the scent of wet stone and lavender, faint traces of the cleaning oil lingering around the house's edges.When the cab arrived, Leila remained still, watching Gwen emerge, carrying a worn canvas bag. Gwen's thin coat appeared more appropriate for warmer weather, and her hair was pulled up in a messy knot, strands flying loose in the breeze.They exchanged silent glances across the distance for a moment.Then Gwen dropped the bag and bounded up the stairs in two swift strides.Leila stepped forward just in time to catch her, and they embraced—tight and sudden, yet utterly right. Gwen's arms wrapped around Leila's back, her breath hitching against Leila's shoulder."You look like spring," Gwen murmured, her voice t
Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Four — The Spaces We Fill
Few days later, they navigated the renovated brownstone as if they were gliding through the pages of a story they'd once only dared to imagine.The floors, once scattered with splinters and gaps, had been replaced with reclaimed wood that hummed gracefully beneath their feet. The staircase—rebuilt, sanded, and stained—no longer creaked under their weight but instead welcomed them into their newly crafted existence. Each room exuded the lingering aroma of fresh paint, pine wood polish, and lavender oil—an unusual yet soothing blend that lingered in the air like a cherished memory.Leila paused in the entryway, running her fingers along the newly fitted doorframe. Her other hand rested on the slight curve of her belly, subtly hidden under her sweater but undeniable to her. She watched as Adrian moved through the living room, skillfully opening the windows to let in the gentle spring breeze.She smiled slightly. “It feels like it’s alive.”Adrian looked back at her, his gaze softening. “
Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Three — What we're Building
LeilaThe nausea didn't creep in-- it slammed into her suddenly, like a crashing wave.One moment, she was on the gallery floor, crouched in a patch of warm light, her hands buried in fabric samples she'd been collecting over the past week. She had midnight blue for the reading nook and a muted rose she hoped would work in the nursery—gentle and grounding. This task felt reassuring, providing a rare sense of control amidst the chaos.Then, without warning, everything shifted.The room spun violently, causing her stomach to turn with it. Her hands slipped off the pile of swatches, and she barely managed to get to her feet and rush to the bathroom, gripping the doorframe for support as her heart raced. She felt clammy and disoriented, as if her own body had betrayed her.Nausea struck in relentless waves while she leaned over the sink, gripping the cold porcelain and breathing shallowly through her nose. Her reflection revealed pale skin and heavy, shadowed eyes.By the time Adrian arri
Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Two: Told in Gentle Light
Pregnancy RevealLeila dialed Gwen from the gallery, her fingers quivering slightly as she made the call.The space was empty that morning, still resonating with the echoes of laughter and footsteps from the other night’s opening. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, creating long, golden lines on the smooth concrete floor. Her latest collection adorned the walls—images that felt like fragments of her heart captured in ink and shadow. Yet none of these works, not even the proudest or most vulnerable work she'd hung there, compared to what she felt within her now.Gwen picked up on the third ring, her voice thick with sleep and that familiar, dry-edged affection.“Hello?” came the croaky murmur.“I didn’t wake you, did I?” Leila asked, slowly pacing between two canvases. She paused in front of one featuring Adrian at the lake, wind tousling his hair and vulnerability etched in every feature. It was one of the few photos she had been unable to let go of.“You did,” Gwen replied w
Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Twenty-One-Laying the Foundation
----LeilaThat morning, their conversation was sparse—not due to avoidance or a lack of topics, but because the weight of what had just shifted between them made words feel.....too small.Silence wrapped around them like a comforting blanket—not chilly or distant, but respectful. It felt as if speaking too soon might shatter the delicate truth lingering between them.Leila retreated to the window seat, captivated by the view even though she barely noticed it. She curled her knees beneath her, a throw blanket resting on her legs, while an untouched cup of tea—over-steeped and cold—sat on the windowsill. Thirst was not her concern; she wasn’t even sure what she felt. Just that something within her was in flux, rearranging.Across the room, Adrian quietly moved around the kitchen, the sounds of a mug clinking, water boiling, and his soft footsteps creating a soothing background. He didn’t press her with questions or attempt to fill the silence, but every so often, she sensed his gaze on
