Semua Bab Trapped With the CEO : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Salvatore Villa – Julian’s Bedroom Julian's eyes snapped open, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Another nightmare, his constant companion over the past twelve years, haunting his every waking moment. They all spoke the same message. Revenge. Impending danger. And the haunting past. But this time, there was something different. He saw a figure, shrouded in shadows, with a face that refused to take shape. He couldn't fathom if it's a male or female. Julian's mind recoiled from the memory, his thoughts fragmenting like shards of broken glass.He threw off the covers and rose from bed, striding barefooted to the window. Sliding the curtains, the city skyline stretched out before him, a twinkling expanse of lights that contrasts his inner darkness. Julian's gaze drifted upward, his eyes locking onto the dark canvas of the sky. For a moment, his mind went blank, the chaos of his thoughts stilled by the vastness of the universe. The knock at the door intruded the peace

The footsteps were heavy and unhurried.Why is he home? Doesn’t he stay out late? I couldn't imagine being caught spying on my first day at work. I crouched behind the clothes, barely daring to breathe. My heart thudded so loud I was certain it would give me away. The footsteps grew louder... then stopped.Then came the voice; deep, calm, terrifyingly composed.“Get out.”The suits parted, revealing him. Julian Salvatore.He appeared before me standing tall, powerful, and stone-cold. His deep-set blue eyes locked onto mine like a hawk spotting prey. He didn’t shout. He didn’t flinch. Just those two words, delivered like a command the earth itself couldn’t ignore. I felt mesmerized under his stare.“Get... out.” He said again, calm and commanding. My throat dried up. My legs moved before my mouth could catch up. I muttered something that might’ve been an apology and bolted, barely remembering how doors worked.As I fled down the hallway with burning cheeks and racing heart, only one t

julian’s StudyJulian had some unfinished office work. As he tried to focus, his thoughts kept drifting back to the coffee he’d had earlier. It was oddly familiar and he couldn't shake it off. Then it suddenly struck him. It tasted exactly like the tea his old nanny used to prepare. It was twelve years ago but the taste remained fresh in his head. How strange!She would stir it in a whisk-like manner and use sugar cubes instead of powdered sugar."Why do you always use sugar cubes? Isn’t it stressful to whisk them in?" he used to ask."Let’s say it’s Mia’s special tea," she’d always reply with a smile.These were memories he hadn’t recalled in years. It was like fragments of a locked past were finally pushing their way to the surface. Strange things had been happening lately, and he couldn’t ignore them anymore.He picked up his phone and dialed his doctor."I’d like to see you tonight. I have something to share."He dropped the phone, his eyes narrowing with focus. The meeting with th

That night she couldn't sleep as different thoughts occupied my mind — Julian's increasing familiarity and connection, the strange occurrence at this villa, Theo's dangerous gaze and warning, her father's chilling word about her mother and the trouble she's in with Dante. As she sat on the edge of my bed, tears found their way to her eyes. I had kept them for too long and tonight, they forced their way out. How did she end up with such a cruel fate? Why did she have to bear it all alone. Soon, the tears turned into silent sobs.Was her mother truly alive, or was this another manipulation to scare her into compliance? The uncertainty gnawed at her breaking her heart the more. She didn't know how long she had cried but she woke up the following morning with a banging headache. She winced as she glanced at the clock—it was almost 7 a.m. She dragged herself to the bathroom, soaking herself in the warm bath which relieved her a bit. Her mind wandered to Marcus’s lair, where luxury surroun

Marcus’s Underground Empire.Marcus paced the dim room, his jaw clenched, his eyes bubbling with fury.He stared at the hearing bud on the table—dead, silent, disconnected. He’d been trying to reach Alexa, but she’d gone dark. The silence was driving him crazy.“Damn it!" And with one swift motion, he knocked the bottles off the table. They shattered on the floor, glass skittering in every direction.“You idiot,” he growled, voice low and venomous. “So this is the little game you’ve been playing?”He spun around to his men, who were standing alerted with their heads bowed. “Nelson! Disconnect the bud. And shut down every other link to the basement—right now!”Nelson jumped into action, he sat behind the computer desk, his fingers flying across the keyboard. And in a few minutes later, he was done. “Sir, all the connections has been cut. The device will be useless from this point. Wiped clean, no logs, no traces.” Without another word, Marcus stormed into the next room. The glow of