Lahat ng Kabanata ng ENSLAVED TOTHE BILLIONAIRE: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Mila’s POVI kept waiting for Jayden to knock on my door.Every night I sat on my couch with dimmed lights, phone on the table, heart jumping every time it buzzed. But when I picked it up, it was never him. Messages from Daya, a few from my sister, one from an unknown number I didn’t dare open.Not him.It was the silence that broke me. His silence.I could handle Hedda’s smirks. I could handle Logan’s veiled threats. I could even handle the photos spreading like poison through the industry. But I couldn’t handle Jayden standing by, saying nothing.---By the third day, I stopped waiting. I stopped picking up my phone at all.At rehearsal, I kept my eyes down, focused on the floor, the mirror, anything but him. I felt him watching me sometimes, his gaze heavy, but he never came over.Every step I danced was sharp, fueled by anger I couldn’t contain. Anger at Logan, at Hedda, but most of all at Jayden.Because he was supposed to fight for me.And he didn’t.---During lunch break, Daya

Mila’s POVThe first message came while I was brushing my hair.They know you’ve been helping her. Be careful.I didn’t see it. It went to Daya’s phone. But when she showed up at rehearsal the next morning, I knew something had shifted.She was jumpy. Her smile was too tight, her eyes scanning the room like shadows might leap out from behind the mirrors.“What’s wrong?” I whispered when we were alone.“Nothing,” she said too quickly. “Just didn’t sleep.”But I knew. Something had reached her. Something she wasn’t ready to share.---The air in the studio was different too.Hedda stretched at the front, smirking at her reflection. Jayden stood near the door, silent as ever, his eyes flicking toward me and away again like he didn’t know what to do with himself.I forced myself to focus. One step, then another. Music, movement, muscle memory.But even as my body moved, my mind spun.The file I’d found, the proof linking the photographer to Logan’s company—it was something. Not enough, bu

Mila’s POVSleep didn’t come. I lay awake on the couch in Liam’s apartment, staring at the ceiling as the city’s noise hummed faintly outside. The confrontation between us replayed over and over. His words, his regret, his admission. Logan’s shadow stretched into every corner of my thoughts.By the time morning came, I felt wrung out. My body was exhausted, but my mind wouldn’t stop racing. The envelope with the photos sat on the coffee table, a quiet reminder of how close I had come to losing everything.Liam was already in the kitchen when I finally dragged myself up. He was dressed, polished as always, but his eyes looked tired. He pushed a mug of coffee toward me without a word.“Thanks,” I said, my voice rough.We sat in silence for a while, the weight of everything between us filling the space louder than any words.Finally, I spoke. “If we’re going to do this… if we’re really going to stop him, we need a plan.”Liam nodded slowly. “I’ve been thinking the same. But we have to be

Mila’s POVThe story broke on a Wednesday.At exactly ten in the morning, the first file went live. Not through gossip sites or anonymous leaks, but in a carefully written article from a journalist Liam trusted. It wasn’t dramatic, not the kind of headline that screamed for attention. Instead, it was precise. Clean. Documented.“Exclusive: Internal Manipulation in Studio Casting Decisions Raises Questions of Integrity.”The article didn’t mention me by name until halfway through, when screenshots of conversations appeared. Hedda bragging about her “deal,” Logan forwarding staged photos to managers, and investors pressuring the director with thinly veiled threats. Each screenshot was timestamped, and each detail cross-referenced.The journalist hadn’t rushed. He had written it like a surgeon, cutting with accuracy instead of noise.By noon, the article was everywhere.I sat on Liam’s couch, phone in hand, watching the reaction unfold in real time.“So Hedda wasn’t that talented after a

Mila’s POVThe silence of my apartment felt unnatural, like the air itself carried secrets I wasn’t meant to hear. After leaving Daya’s cryptic warning behind, I’d been walking around in a daze, pretending I could still function. But deep down, I knew the walls were closing in. Logan’s name had been planted in my mind, and it had been sprouting ever since.I sat on the edge of my bed, the envelope of photos still unopened beside me. I didn’t need to look at them again. Every shot was burned into my memory the angle of Jayden’s hand on the back of my chair, the way our conversations could be twisted into something more. To anyone else, those pictures screamed scandal. To me, they screamed setup.The phone on my nightstand buzzed. A new message. My chest tightened as I reached for it.Unknown number again.“You think you’re safe because Jayden is beside you? He won’t be able to protect you when the investors turn their backs.”I dropped the phone onto the blanket like it was poison. My