Trapped With the CEO のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Alexa’s POVHis proximity brought a strange heat into the air, making my breathing shallow. My heart thumped wildly in my chest as I searched his eyes desperately, terrified of what he was going to do to me.Just minutes ago, I’d been crouched in the corner of his room, my back to the door, looking frantically through his drawers. I needed to find the hearing bud before anyone else did. I couldn’t afford to get caught, not when I had a mission of my own. Papers were scattered all over the floor. My hands trembled as I searched like someone desperate for something they’d die without.Then I heard a sound, a soft crack around the doorknob. And my body went stiff.I knew instantly that I was no longer alone. I turned slowly, my heart racing.And there he was. Julian Salvatore.Our eyes locked in intense gaze.Julian’s voice came low, steady, but ice-cold. His gaze swept over me, unreadable.“Alexa… what are you doing in my room?”“I… I…” My lips parted, but nothing coherent came out. My h

Julian sat in the back seat of his car looking out of the window at the beautiful bustling street as the driver navigated the route home. He had just wrapped up a business deal, one that came up unexpectedly and demanded his urgent attention. But even with work behind him, his thoughts were elsewhere.‘What has Theo been up to lately?’ He couldn't help but wonder. Julian was not the kind of man to entertain suspicions especially not about Theo. There had never been a reason to. Theo had always been competent, trustworthy, and steady, the kind of man who got things done with precision and without noise.He had been by Julian’s side since childhood. Theo’s father once worked at the Salvatore villa, and on occasion, he brought little Theo along. The memories from that time were foggy. Trauma had buried much of his early years. But one thing stood out clearly: after his parents' tragic death, Julian awoke one morning to find Theo by his side.Mr. Nathan Salvatore, Julian’s father, had per

Alexa's PovI didn’t mean to eavesdrop… but his voice held my legs hostage.Julian was on the phone, pacing, his tone low and commanding. “Keep digging. I want everything on her. Who she's involved with, her backups and affiliations. I don’t want assumptions. I want the truth.”My heart clenched. Was he talking about… me?My hand, still on the doorknob, had unknowingly tightened. Before I could step back or pull away, the door gave a soft click and opened wider, revealing my pale, wide-eyed self in full display.Julian turned sharply. His brows furrowed at first, but then… something changed. His features, though taut from stress, softened just a little like a shift in the wind that you feel more than see.For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he cursed quietly under his breath, as if annoyed at himself. At what, though? At me? At the way he was looking at me?“Come in,” he said finally, gesturing toward the chair.I hesitated.“Are you feeling dizzy again? Like you did at the dining

Alexa's PovMentioning Marcus’s name made Theo's brows furrow — just for a second — before his expression quickly smoothed. It made me wonder if he knew him.“Marcus was the boss. A man who ran one of the most brutal underground mafias in the country,” I said slowly. “And he told me, without an ounce of shame, that I was now his. A possession. Because… my father sold me to him.”Theo didn’t say anything. He didn’t even blink but I saw the flash of disgust in his eyes.“He told me my father was drowning in debt, that he had begged for one more chance. One more loan. And when he had nothing else to offer as collateral… he offered me.”I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “His own daughter. Just like that.”A heavy silence hung between us. The garden around us seemed to blur into the background. The soft rustling leaves, the scent of roses, and the golden tint of the fading sunlight all felt too calm for the memories clawing their way out of me.“I spent years there,” I continued, my voic

The dimly lit den exuded its usual foreboding aura, the heavy scent of whiskey mingling with smoke as shadows stretched across the walls like silent witnesses to Marcus’s simmering fury. A knock at the door barely disturbed the oppressive stillness before it creaked open. One of his men entered, his movements deliberate, as though stepping into a lion’s cage. “Sir,” the man said, clutching a tablet tightly. He hesitated before handing it over. “You’ll want to see this.” Marcus snatched the device, his fingers tightening as he swiped the screen. A series of photos appeared—Alexa at *Bella Terra*, seated across from Julian Salvatore. Her gaze softened as she looked at him, a smile barely touching her lips. Another image showed Julian leaning toward her, his expression gentle, almost... intimate. Marcus’s jaw clenched, a dangerous calm settling over him. “*Bella Terra*?” he spat, venom lacing every syllable. The tablet hit the desk with a loud *thud*. “Is this how she repays me? By