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Chapter One Hundred Four: The Structure of a Narrative
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Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Five – The Back Door
LleilaThe silence in the penthouse was stifling, not calming.It felt heavy, as if the entire world was holding its breath, poised for something to shatter.Leila walked purposefully through the space. The expansive dining table, usually reserved for quiet meals or occasional strategy discussions, was now a disorderly array of tablets, graphs, Gwen’s notes, and encrypted flash drives. Each item hinted at a chilling truth.Camille was far from finished.Not even close.And this time, her attack was from within.Leila hovered over Gwen’s latest data stream, meticulously examining lines of code, financial transactions, and metadata with intense scrutiny. Even after hours of analysis, she kept uncovering fresh details that made her uneasy.They had narrowly withstood Camille’s last offensive. The manipulated audio intended to undermine Adrian's credibility was countered by their own leak. The media had bitten, and analysts were already dismantling Camille’s alleged “smoking gun,” reveali
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The gentle blue glow from Gwen’s diagnostic interface reflected across Adrian Blackwell’s face, casting shifting light against his features like a flickering alert. Yet, this wasn’t a tale of caution; it was a call to arms.Seated alone in his private office, located in the penthouse's highest corner—an architectural fortress of dark glass and steel—he was surrounded by a minimalist, intentional, and strategically quiet environment. This setting reflected his own mindset: orderly, contained, and armored. The temperature was set two degrees cooler than comfort demanded, a habit developed through years of training himself to forgo softness.On the screen before him, a complex digital model of the Blackwell Trust's security infrastructure took form. It appeared like a fusion of bone and steel—interconnected systems driven by aged code, drafted long before AI became standard. Back when loyalty meant something. Back when Camille was a confidante. Back when he thought legacy could be safegu
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The sirens wailed like the beating of war drums, casting a red and white glow that bled across the corridor walls. The noise was deafening and suffocating, creating a weight in Leila’s chest that matched her rapid heartbeat as she sprinted alongside Adrian. He held the briefcase tightly, his grip locked around it as if it were a precious artifact from a lost empire.And in a way, it was.The ghost key, the blueprint, the system that Camille had molded into her kingdom—now in their possession. The final piece to undo her reign, or possibly bring everything crashing down.They communicated in silence; speaking felt like a waste of breath. Time was of the essence.“Security’s re-routing,” Connor’s voice came through their comms, strained with urgency. “Camille’s activated the emergency override—she’s locking down all exits above ground. You’re running out of time.”Adrian didn’t pause. “Then we go underground,” he replied.His tone was steady, but Leila could sense an underlying intensit
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-12Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Eight – Blueprints of Betrayal
They paused in a village so still that questions felt unnecessary.Situated just beyond the French border, the village appeared as if it had been plucked from the past—stone cottages snug against misty hills, narrow paths winding like lost recollections. It was the kind of place where the outside world would only arrive for good reason. Leila understood—this wasn’t merely a stop. It was a moment of stillness.The van was parked in the dimness of an old barn on the village’s outskirts, condensation fogging its windows. Silence clung to them like dust, settling heavily in the air.Leila sat on an overturned crate next to Adrian, her legs aching from the journey, but her mind sharp. Clutched in her hands was the photo again—creased and worn from her fingers tracing its contours.Camille. Ethan Graves. And Adrian’s father.Captured in black and white, framed in a moment of laughter that felt more like a deception the longer she gazed at it.“She never mentioned him,” Leila said quietly.
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The burden of the blueprint lingered heavily.Hours had passed since their arrival in Paris, yet Adrian found it impossible to look away from the photograph. His father, Camille, Ethan Graves—their posture, their closeness, the knowing glint behind their smiles—it wasn't a spontaneous shot but a deliberate moment, as if they were commemorating the inception of something that only they could grasp.Since arriving, he had been mostly silent, not due to a lack of thoughts—he had too many. They churned within him like thick smoke, hot and suffocating, impossible to release without setting everything ablaze.Leila sat across from him on the edge of a table, her focus fixed on him rather than the photograph or files. Her gaze was filled with a concerned patience that waited without pressure.Finally, he broke the silence, his voice gravel laced from hours of silence. “I can’t stop thinking about it. The notion that everything—the empire Ethan built, Camille's neural network, even my father'
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AdrianVienna felt colder than he imagined.This wasn’t the sharp cold that numbs fingers and ears—this was something different. A deeper, quiet chill that seeped into the bones. It was a cold that didn’t announce itself with snow or gusts of wind, but with an eerie stillness. A lingering frost hung in the air like a breath held too long.It fit the moment perfectly.Connor had organized everything perfectly—their arrival, the van discreetly parked outside the surveillance zone, the untraceable credentials, the encrypted communications. It was all clean, precise and efficient—like everything Connor did.They were positioned on a narrow road outside the estate, with trees closing in and stars barely visible through a cloudy sky. The manor loomed in silhouette—covered in ivy, with tall iron gates, a relic from an earlier time. Its isolation felt too intentional. No guards. No visible technology. No sign of movement.“She’s alone,” Connor murmured from the back of the van, scanning the t
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-15Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Eleven – After the Storm
lLeilaThe rain had ceased before dawn.The world now lay in a peaceful silence that Leila had nearly forgotten existed. No gunfire pierced the night, no encrypted messages lit up their screens, and no looming threats haunted them with whispers of grudges.Only the steady tick of the wall clock in the kitchen, occasional sounds of life from the streets below, and the soothing aroma of coffee drifted through the house like a gentle sigh.Barefoot by the window, Leila found herself enveloped in Adrian’s oversized hoodie—its comforting smell of cedar and rain still lingering. Outside, the city slowly stirred back to life after the storm, the sky a muted gray with clouds hovering like bruises, but the danger had effortlessly passed. The wind had calmed, and the battered city had survived.Inside their apartment, for the first time in what felt like ages, they woke up without a mission—no target, no emergency plans, no sign of Camille or Ethan. Gone were the days of calculated hush and ur
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Adrian hadn’t realized just how overwhelming the quiet could be.Not the kind of quietness that brought peace, but the kind that made his skin crawl and amplified his thoughts. It settled over him like fog—light yet completely suffocating. He picked up on the smallest of sounds: the gentle clink of a second mug on the counter, Leila’s footsteps on the floor, the soft hum she made while brushing her hair. Even the bustling city outside felt muted.For weeks, they had been caught up in chaos—running, fighting, poised for deception. Now, the stillness resonated through every room like an unfamiliar tune.Initially, Adrian held fast to routine, attempting to impose structure on the quiet. He woke early, prepared breakfast, scrolled through news feeds with a sense of suspicion, and walked with Leila along cobbled streets, pretending life was normal.Yet, peace was not an act. And pretending only made the emptiness more obvious.For Adrian, peace didn’t feel liberating; it felt like an afte
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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
Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Twenty – Foundations
The Brownstone Restoration The rhythmic sound of hammering resonated through the old walls, reminiscent of a heartbeat—steady and alive.Leila stood barefoot in what used to be the sitting room, now stripped to its bare frame. The plaster had been removed, exposing wooden beams and weathered brick. The floorboards had been taken up days earlier, leaving an uneven subfloor covered in old nails and bits of insulation. Light streamed through a gap where a windowpane had been taken out, casting long, flickering shafts that danced along the dust-laden walls.The air was filled with the scent of sawdust, earth, and memories.Adrian had kept the crew minimal—just four carefully selected individuals, chosen through contacts Connor trusted—experts in restoration rather than demolition. Skilled craftspeople who recognized when a building was more than just timber and stone; when it carried significance, a legacy, or grief.No one asked questions; they didn’t have to. The house communicated its
