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Chapter Twenty-eight:No Turning Back
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Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire Chapter Twenty-nine: The Raid
The atmosphere was charged with anxiety; the gravity of their mission weighed heavily on them. The estate loomed ahead, secured by high walls, motion sensors, and armed guards patrolling in regular patterns. Adrian crouched behind a line of trees with Leila, Connor, and Luca, their gaze locked on the compound.Connor adjusted his earpiece. “The surveillance reports indicate guard shifts change every twenty minutes. We have a ten-minute window before the next rotation.”Leila tightened her grip on her silenced pistol. “That doesn’t leave us with much time.”Adrian replied calmly, “It’s enough.”The plan was straightforward—at least in theory. Connor had set explosives around the perimeter, designed to disable the lights and disrupt Dante’s communications. Once the guards were thrown into confusion, they would infiltrate the compound, find Adrian’s father, and escape before reinforcements could arrive.Straightforward.But, Adrian knew that the night wouldn’t be simple.He turned to Luc
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The adrenaline was still pumping through Adrian's veins as the SUV sped down the dirt road, its headlights piercing the dense darkness of the countryside. The sounds of gunfire faded behind them, but the tension within the vehicle remained high.He tightened his grip on his father's arm, needing to reassure himself that his father was truly present and alive. He looked worn out but not broken.Leila, still catching her breath, looked back. “We’re safe for now, but we have to ditch this car. Dante won’t stop coming after us.”Connor, at the wheel, nodded. “The safehouse is fifteen miles away. We’ll switch vehicles there.”Luca, in the passenger seat, remained unusually silent.Adrian squinted at him. “Is something wrong?”Luca tapped his knee nervously. “Just thinking.”Adrian didn’t like the tone of his voice.Before he could inquire further, his father spoke up, his voice steady despite its roughness. “How long has Dante been in charge?”Adrian paused. “Quite a while.”He let out a s
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Adrian felt a sharp pain in his side, but it was overshadowed by the overwhelming reality that his father was gone—taken from him in an instant amidst the chaos and flames.Thick smoke filled his lungs as he pushed himself to stand, moving unsteadily forward. Gunshots rang throughout the warehouse, a deafening roar mingling with the crackling flames that consumed the wooden structure above. His mind focused on only one thing; getting to his father.A steady hand clutched his arm, preventing him from falling.“Adrian, you’re hurt—” Leila urged, her face drawn tight with worry.“I don’t care.” He shrugged off her grip, his eyes scanning through the smoke and debris. Where was his father?Then he spotted him.Amidst the swirling haze, Adrian saw the blurred figures of Dante’s men retreating toward the back exit, dragging his father along. He caught the glint of metal handcuffs on his father's wrists and saw his father's struggles even in his weakened state, the weakness evident from what
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Adrian stared at the photo on his phone, his heart racing. His father's face was bloodied, his arms tightly bound to a chair. The blood-red words behind him conveyed Dante’s challenge.WAR.Adrian's grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white.“Dante has just signed his own death warrant,” Leila muttered, standing behind him, her voice was sharp, tinged with anger.Luca let out a heavy breath, his hands on his hips. “If we rush in without a plan, we’re falling into another trap.”Adrian forced himself to calm down. He couldn’t allow his fury to take over—not now. That was exactly what Dante wanted.“We won’t go in with a rush,” he stated, his tone icy and controlled. “We’ll track him down, strategize, and then we’ll finish this.”Connor, who had been unusually quiet, finally chimed in. “I might have a lead.”All eyes turned to him.Connor tossed his laptop onto the table and turned the screen toward them. “I analyzed Dante’s usual locations—warehouses, safe houses, pro
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Gunfire shattered the stillness of the deserted steel mill, each shot echoing loudly against rusted beams and damaged machinery. Sparks flew as bullets hit off steel, and the burning oil filled the air with a sharp odor. Smoke curled upwards, mixing with the dust stirred up by the battle raging within.Adrian barely noticed much around him. His focus was solely on a single target—one man.Dante Rossi.The man who had haunted his family for years, who had twisted the rules of the underworld to suit his own ambition. What had once been a mere shadow in Adrian's past had grown into a storm threatening to destroy everything he held dear.And now, that storm was dying.Dante clutched as he pressed his injured shoulder against a thick metal pillar for protection. He was out of breath and running out of time and options.Leila crouched next to Adrian, swiftly reloading her firearm. Her dark eyes met his with an intensity that conveyed urgency. “We need to move. Now.”Adrian tightened his gri
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The night was far from quiet. Flames still licked at the sky, thick plumes of smoke rising from what remained of the steel mill. The fire cast an eerie glow over the city’s outskirts, a grim beacon signaling the end of Dante Rossi’s reign.Adrian stood near the SUV, his gaze locked on the fire. The heat from the flames wasn’t enough to thaw the cold settling in his chest.For years, he had imagined this moment—envisioned the satisfaction of pulling the trigger, of watching Dante fall. Of knowing the man who had tormented his family, orchestrated their suffering, was finally dead.But there was no relief.Only a quiet, unsettling emptiness.The war against Dante was over.So why did it feel like something was still missing?A familiar voice pulled him from his thoughts.“Adrian.”Leila stood nearby, her expression unreadable, but he could hear the exhaustion in her voice. She had fought beside him every step of the way, and the weight of it all was beginning to show. “We need to get yo
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The voice on the other end of the phone was unfamiliar but smooth and purposeful—threaded with danger.“Did you really think it would be that simple?”Adrian tightened his hold on the phone, his knuckles paling. He had faced countless threats in his life, varying in seriousness, but there was something about this one that triggered a deep unease within him.This wasn't just another power-hungry nobody trying to exploit Dante Rossi's downfall.This was something personal.“Who are you?” Adrian asked, his tone cold and unwavering.A low, methodical laugh resonated from the speaker. “I’m the one Dante trusted more than anyone. And with his absence…” The pause was long enough to heighten Adrian’s tension. “You possess something I want.”Leila, a few feet away, instantly noticed the shift in Adrian’s demeanor. She didn’t need to inquire about what was wrong; she was already aware. Her gaze sharpened, her posture leaning closer to him as she prepared for whatever was to come.“What do you w
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The city never truly rested. Its vibrant energy coursed through the streets, constantly reminding everyone that power never remains unchallenged for long. But tonight, something felt different—an unsettling calm covering the skyline like fog. It was as if the city itself prepared for an imminent storm, one that didn’t come with warning sirens, but rather murmured threats and hidden dangers lurking in the dark.The conflict with Dante had concluded, yet peace had never been an option. A new enemy had already emerged, eager to seize the empire left in tatters by Dante. Matteo Ricci had been observing, waiting for the right moment to strike. Adrian understood now that this moment had arrived.Before he could direct his focus on Matteo, there was another pressing issue—one much more personal and impactful than any business feud.His father could not stay.Standing by the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, Adrian gazed out over the sprawling city beneath him. The streetli
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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
