Lahat ng Kabanata ng TRAPPED BY A RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

QUINN'S POVI stepped into the bedroom, my heart racing. Bryan lay on the bed, his eyes fixed on me."Hey," he said, his voice low."Hey," I replied, trying to sound calm.I approached the bed, unsure what to expect. Bryan patted the space beside him."Come here," he whispered.I hesitated, but my body moved of its own accord. I sat beside him, feeling his warmth.He wrapped his hands around me, pulling me close. His lips brushed against my ear."I've wanted to do this all night," he whispered.He traced my skin with his fingers, sending shivers down my spine. I leaned into his touch and he stopped abruptly.As the night wore on, my cravings became more intense, but he never crossed the line.I wanted him to continue touching me so badly, just like he did at dinner. But surprisingly, he slept, neglecting me.---The next morning, I woke up to find a different Bryan already up and about. He was dressed and ready to leave, his eyes fixed on his phone."Morning," he said, barely looking

BRYAN'S POVI watched Quinn rush out of the car, tears streaming down her face. My conscience prickled, but I suppressed it.It was all a game, after all. A game to see how much she cared.FLASHBACK_I remember the day I met Camille, at a charity gala at the Grand Palace, supporting a renowned art foundation. She was stunning, witty, and shared my passion for art.Her green eyes lit up every time she smiled. Her raven-black hair fell down her back, framing her heart-shaped face.Intrigued, I made my way through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries with acquaintances along the way."Bonjour, mademoiselle," I said, approaching her. "You seem to be enjoying the evening."She turned, her gaze fixed onto mine. "Oui, merci," she replied, her French accent melted my heart. "The art is breathtaking."We strolled through the exhibit, discussing art, culture, and life. Her name was Camille, a freelance journalist covering the Parisian art scene.Our conversation flowed effortlessly. We shared laug

QUINN’S POVI slowly opened my eyes to find Bryan's gentle face hovering above mine, his soft lips brushed against my forehead in a tender kiss.Continuously."Hey, it’s time to leave," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.Drowsily, I asked, "What happened?"My voice was mixed with sleepiness and a hint of disappointment.Bryan's hands enveloped mine, his fingers intertwining with mine in a comforting hold. He patted my hands gently, his touch very soothing."I have an urgent meeting to attend to," he explained, his eyes apologetic. "But don't worry, we'll come back to Paris soon. I promise."I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, but my heart ached at the thought of leaving this enchanting city. The past few days with Bryan had been nothing short of magical, and I wasn't ready for it to end."This trip has been...amazing," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.Bryan's smile fell for a moment, and I sensed a flicker of emotion in his eyes."They've already

As I stepped into my childhood home, I was surrounded by the familiar faces, yet I was still feeling out of place. Everyone was dressed in mourning attire, their faces filled with grief. My heart ached as I spotted my stepmother, her eyes red-rimmed, standing beside Anna's dugged grave.Anna's grave nestled closely to my mother's and it brought back memories.I wrapped my hair carefully into the black linen scarf that laid on my shoulders. My mind wandered, at the same time, observed the minute silence given to Anna_ and mama. For me.I took a deep breath for what felt like the hundredth time and joined the rest of the family, ready to say goodbye to Anna.At that moment, everything was over and everyone was busy offering condolences.I moved to the other side of the cemetery where my mom was buried.And I was shocked to my bones. My mom's ashes were staring back at me. I knelt down, eyes teary. Speaking to her as I held the ashes. Mom, I don't know what's happening in my life anymor

QUINNS POVJasper's eyes sparkled with amusement as I approached. "Took you long enough," he teased.I smiled, taking the seat across from him. "Sorry, I was busy."He chuckled. "I had to plead extra with Eva to get you here. You know I don't ask, I make it happen."My skepticism must have shown, because Jasper held up his hands in mock defense. "Just joking, Quinn. Don't look so serious."He gestured to the empty chair across from him. "Sit, please."I looked around, searching for his security guards. But they were no where to be found. Looks like he came alone today. I hesitated for a moment before taking a seat next to him."So," he continued, leaning back in his chair."As friends, since that's what we agreed to be. Why haven't I seen you around in a while?"His tone was casual, but I sensed a hidden undertone."I've been busy," I repeated.Jasper's eyes crinkled at the corners. "Busy avoiding me?" He asked.I laughed, trying to ease the tension. "Maybe."His gaze fell on me as he