All Chapters of ENSLAVED TOTHE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Mila’s POVThe message on my phone felt like a hand closing around my throat. Four words. Short. Precise.“You think he’s protecting you. He’s the reason you were replaced.”I stared until the screen blurred. My breath came shallow. My heart thudded so hard I could feel it in my throat. For a moment, the apartment fell away. No sound, no shape, only those words searing through me like fire.I should have thrown the phone away. I should have called Jayden immediately and demanded answers. Instead, I sank to the floor, forehead pressed to the cool wood, and let the silence press against me.Who would say such a thing? Who would want to break me when the press had already stripped me bare?Logan. Of course Logan. He loved a slow unravel. He built chaos into stories that looked like truths. But this wasn’t just a journalist’s game. The message had weight. It hinted at knowledge from inside that only someone close could wield.My hands shook as I pulled open the hidden drawer where Jayden’

Mila’s POVThe house was quiet when I woke, but not peaceful. Quiet in a way that pressed against my ears, like silence before a storm. I reached for the other side of the bed and found it empty. Cold. Jayden hadn’t slept much beside me these last few nights.I sat up slowly, pulling the blanket around my shoulders. The digital clock on the nightstand read 5:43 a.m. Too early, yet my chest felt tight, restless, as if I’d overslept hours of truth.Jayden had been careful. Too careful. Smiling at the right moments, keeping his voice calm, his hand steady when he touched mine. But beneath that control, something was coiled. Something he wasn’t saying.I padded barefoot into the living room. The faint hum of voices made me freeze. His office door was ajar, golden light spilling into the hallway. I leaned closer.“No, don’t delay the transfer,” Jayden’s voice was sharp, low, threaded with steel. “If Logan thinks he has leverage, it’s because someone’s feeding him. I want the name tonight.

Mila’s POV The night air felt colder than it should have. I walked out of the restaurant with the folder clutched to my chest like it might burn me if I loosened my grip. My steps were uneven, my head heavy with Logan’s words. “You deserve to know the kind of man Jayden is.” I hated that his voice wouldn’t leave me. Each phrase replayed like it had been carved into me. He hadn’t shouted, hadn’t threatened. He had spoken softly, smoothly, like a man confident he was telling me the truth. And that was what unsettled me the most. My phone buzzed again. Jayden’s name lit up the screen, but I ignored it. If I answered now, he would hear the confusion in my voice. He would sense my doubt, and I wasn’t ready for that. I pushed into the back of a cab and gave my address, but halfway through the ride I changed my mind. “No take me to Wolfe Tower.” The driver nodded, adjusting his mirror. My reflection stared back at me. My face looked pale, drawn, not like the woman who had once stepped

Jayden’s POVThe name had been buried for years, yet hearing it again sent an old chill crawling down my spine.Cassiel.The syllables struck like a blade pressed to my throat. My memories of him weren’t vague shadows, they were sharp, raw. His smile was carved with arrogance. His voice dripped with venom. His betrayal cut deeper than any wound I had suffered before.And now, after all this time, his ghost was alive again.I stood in my study, the blinds drawn, the low hum of servers vibrating faintly beneath the floor. My phone lay facedown on the desk, but the message replayed in my head anyway. Cassiel is involved.The pen in my hand snapped clean in two. Ink bled across my palm, staining the lines of my skin.Logan had always been reckless, greedy, and manipulative. But Cassiel? He was different. Methodical. He didn’t chase chaos, he built it. He wasn’t satisfied with simple victories. He wanted annihilation. And the fact that he was working with Logan meant this wasn’t some rival

Mila’s POVAurora’s body trembled in my arms like a fragile leaf caught in a storm. Her head rested against my chest, her breathing shallow, uneven. My heart thudded painfully as if trying to shield her from whatever had nearly consumed her. The stranger’s words still echoed in the back of my mind, chilling me with their finality.“Not everyone survives what comes next.”I swallowed hard, brushing Aurora’s hair back from her damp forehead. Around us, silence stretched, broken only by the distant howl of wolves outside the training grounds. Caiden’s footsteps approached, each one heavy with restrained fury.“What was that?” he demanded, his voice low, sharp, controlled. He crouched near us, eyes locked on Aurora’s face. His jaw clenched, muscles tight, like he was one second away from snapping.“She almost lost control,” I whispered, not daring to meet his eyes. “But she didn’t. I stopped her.”“You shouldn’t have had to,” Maddox cut in, stepping closer, his presence radiating calm but