All Chapters of Trapped With the CEO : Chapter 11 - Chapter 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

Chapter sixteen.The drive was enveloped in a tense silence, broken only by the hum of the car’s engine. Alexa sat with her hands folded neatly in her lap, her eyes fixed on the window. Her thoughts were a whirlwind—Dr. Patel’s revelations, Julian’s oddly comforting presence, and the lingering sense of unease that seemed to shadow her every move.Julian sat beside her, equally pensive. His fingers tapped lightly on his thigh, his mind replaying Dr. Patel’s words. Finally, he leaned forward and spoke, his deep voice cutting through the quiet. “Stop by Bella Terra,” he instructed the driver.The car slowed, pulling into a gated lot with soft glowing lights. Alexa glanced out, her eyes widening. The eatery’s name, etched in gold above the entrance, radiated elegance. It wasn’t just a restaurant—it was an experience.Julian stepped out first, walking around to open her door. Alexa blinked in surprise. She’d never had anyone treat her like this before. As his hand extended toward her, she

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