Trapped By The Cold-Hearted Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Jade's nails dug into her palms as she watched the repeat of the competition broadcast on her TV. She stood from her couch and almost jumped into the TV the moment she saw Easton walk up to Scarlet and present the prize to her.She could see how he easily recognized her even though she wore so much makeup. Jealousy burned in her chest as she felt like she had already lost him to Scarlet.He was supposed to humiliate and ruin her, not award her with $300,000!‘She must have manipulated him!’ A voice came and Jade immediately agreed because there was no way this would happen!“How shameless is this bitch?” She screamed as she grabbed a glass from the coffee table and hurled it across the room, watching it shatter against the wall. Servants came rushing into the living room to make sure she wouldn’t hurt herself. “Young Madam, please calm down.” Berth, her assistant and head of security tried to step in when Jade crossed the room in a few strides and landed a hard slap across her face.

Easton was working overtime and was about to drive off when he saw a woman bending over to remove her heels. He was about to drive away when he saw the hair and instantly knew it was Scarlet even though her face wasn’t visible.He’d recognize her anywhere.It was almost like he subconsciously felt her presence before his eyes landed on her. “What the fuck are you doing Easton? She’s your enemy!” He muttered under his breath as he tapped the steering wheel and debated his next move. He hated how he felt the pull to get her out of the rain. “I just want her healthy so I can punish her. How can I get my revenge when she’s sick?” He reasoned with the voice at the back of his head and drove towards her. Easton slowed down his car as he approached her, watching as Scarlet struggled against the downpour, her heels clutched in one hand, trying to shield her bag with her jacket. Rain drenched her hair, the loose curls plastered to her face and neck, he was about to step out and cover her

Scarlet entered the private lounge, maintaining a composed smile despite her nerves. A part of her knew the client she was about to meet had something going on but she didn’t know what. She wore her curls down today, a white pencil skirt, a pink smart shirt, and boyfriend shoes since she had to take a bus.Grace refused to organize her taxi saying it was a waste because it wasn’t so far but Scarlet was glad she decided to change her shoes because it wasn’t exactly, ‘Near.’ Her client, Mr. Grant, an older man, with wrinkles and yellow teeth with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes, was seated on a plush armchair, sipping his drink. His gaze weirdly roamed over her as she approached, but she forced herself to stay professional.She hadn’t met him before so she wasn’t entirely sure it was him until he called out to her,“Miss Frost, come in, come in!” he called, gesturing to the chair beside him.“Thank you,” Scarlet responded wondering how he knew it was her since they were meetin

One week later….It was friday night and Scarlet was working another late night. From the time she had a conversation with Easton, her work trippled and she was barely able to keep up with Grace breathing down her neck during the day.Scarlet dragged herself through yet another late night of work as she cursed Easton for not letting her enjoy herself after work hours. She had received many requests from Easton himself to design suits and dresses for their VIP clients and supervised the process himself. When she submitted the drafts, he would point out stupid errors like the color was wrong, or the buttons were in the wrong place and made her redo one design over five times before moving on to the next.While everyone thought she was extremely lucky for the CEO to ask her to do something personally, she couldn’t help feeling as if Easton’s plan was designed to keep her chained to her desk. The hours seemed endless, her eyelids were heavy as she finished sewing the last buttons of the

Scarlet paced her living room, biting her nails nervously as she faced the door, hoping Easton would come back or at least tell her where he was going.‘What was that phone call about?” She mumbled as she glanced at the coffee table and picked up her phone. She started to check the contacts so she could call him but realized she didn’t have his number.“Right.” She said with a sigh at the memory of what happened five years ago and why she had to delete his number. Could it be an emergency from home? His brother?Or work?The guessing game was driving Scarlet crazy, as she realized so much had changed between them, and she knew nothing about the new Easton.Letting out a frustrated sigh, she walked over to the table and covered the untouched food before grabbing her keys and phone so she could pick Jasmine up.Later that night, Scarlet kept staring at her phone hoping she’d get a call from him but dismissed the possibility of him calling.“Maybe he also doesn’t have my number?” She mu