All Chapters of ENSLAVED TOTHE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Jayden’s POVThe night pressed down heavily, like the air itself knew something was wrong. I hadn’t seen Mila since the incident with Aurora earlier, and the silence between us felt louder than any argument. She had shut me out not with words, but with the quiet kind of distance that burned worse than anger.I paced my room, the walls closing in with each turn. My mind replayed Aurora’s collapse, the way her power had flared like an uncontrollable storm. But what gnawed at me wasn’t only Aurora’s outburst. It was Mila’s face afterward. Pale. Guarded. As if she was holding something she couldn’t tell me.I ran a hand through my hair, frustration sparking at my chest. Mila had never hidden from me before. Not like this.A knock sounded faintly down the corridor. Voices followed—muffled, low. I froze, listening. The walls in this place carried sound if you knew where to stand. I moved closer to the door, pressing myself against the wood until the words sharpened.“…she’s not stable,” Cai

Mila’s POVThe city never slept, but that night it felt like it was holding its breath. Every honk, every flash of headlights, every pair of footsteps behind me set my nerves on edge. Jayden walked close, his arm brushing mine, but even his presence couldn’t silence the storm in my chest.The envelope from Daya was still in my bag. The photos burned in my mind. Staged, cruel, calculated. I couldn’t shake the thought of Logan’s name tangled in all of it. Logan—the man who shared Jayden’s blood. The man who now wants mine.We reached Jayden’s apartment in silence. He held the door open for me, his eyes never leaving my face. I knew he wanted me to talk, to spill everything I had learned at the café, but the words clung stubbornly to my throat.Inside, the quiet was almost unbearable. Jayden dropped his keys on the counter, watching me like he could see the battle raging inside my head.“You’ve been on edge since you left the studio,” he said finally. His voice was calm, steady, but ther

Mila’s POV Jayden’s house felt different that night. Too quiet, too still. Even the faint hum of the refrigerator sounded loud against the silence. I stood by the window, watching the city lights flicker in the distance, pretending to be calm while my thoughts spun like a storm. Jayden was somewhere behind me, pacing. I could hear the soft shuffle of his steps against the floor. He had barely spoken since I arrived. I hadn’t planned to come, but when he texted, “Come over, we need to talk,” I couldn’t ignore him. “Are you going to keep standing there?” he asked finally, his voice low. I turned. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, his hair messy like he’d been running his hands through it for hours. There was exhaustion in his eyes, but something else, too: confusion, worry, maybe guilt. “I needed air,” I said. “It’s quieter here.” He studied me, then moved closer. “You’ve been different lately,” he said softly. “Since the studio meeting. Since everything.” I looked away. My

Mila’s POVThe next morning, I woke to a quiet apartment and sunlight streaming through the curtains. It should have felt peaceful, but peace was the one thing I didn’t trust anymore.The world outside was still talking about me. I knew that without checking my phone. Every whisper, every headline, every photo still carried my name. They wanted me humiliated. They wanted me gone.But I wasn’t going anywhere.By the time I reached the studio, I felt like I had armor on. My hair was tied neatly, my blouse crisp, my expression unreadable. The security guard gave me a cautious nod as I walked past. Maybe he’d read the headlines too.Inside, the air was thick. People spoke in lower tones when I walked by. The looks followed me, half pity, half curiosity.I ignored them all.When I pushed open the rehearsal room door, Hedda was there, talking with a producer. Her laugh stopped when she saw me.“Well,” she said, her tone sharp, “look who decided to show up.”I met her gaze, calm but firm. “I

Continued (Mila’s POV)The rain started not long after midnight. It hit the windows in soft, steady taps, filling the silence between us. Jayden’s arm was around me as we sat on the couch, the faint light from the fireplace painting our shadows across the room. For a few fleeting minutes, it felt like peace.But peace never lasted for us.Jayden’s voice broke the quiet. “When are they coming?”I hesitated before answering. “Soon. My father’s men don’t wait long once they get orders.”He tensed, jaw tightening. “And what are their orders?”“To bring me back,” I said. “And make sure you stay out of the picture.”He gave a dry laugh, though his eyes stayed dark. “They’ll have to go through me first.”I looked at him. “You don’t understand what they’re capable of. These men don’t negotiate. They don’t threaten. They act.”Jayden turned to me, his hand tightening over mine. “Then you should’ve let me go when you still could.”“I tried,” I said quietly. “Every time I walk away, it feels li