Semua Bab The Billionaire Trap : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Stacy's POVFrom the moment I stepped into the ballroom, I felt the weight of eyes. Not just on me, but watching us—me and Zack. Me and my greatest achievement. The woman who had the luck, or let's say the project of getting the most handsome and entrepreneurial Son. I could feel all the jealous eyes of the young women in the hall staring at me like I didn’t deserve him, like I shouldn't be the one by his side. I bet they cum at the mention of his name and have wet dreams about his muscular arms on their thighs. Good enough, he's mine, and he's too much of a gentleman to put his dick anywhere else than in me.The ballroom shimmered under crystal light, with heavy scents of luxury perfumes and business class wine. I stood tall in my silver dress, polished to perfection like the diamond on my ring finger. Balmar pride ran through my spine, straightening it, strengthening me. Tonight, the Holmes family’s legacy was tied to mine, and I had won. But even queens crave forbidden things.My

Leyla's POV The mansion felt too still, the silence suffocating me and drowning me into thoughts I didn't want to face. Morning light had faded into a muted afternoon glow, the kind that made every color richer, deeper, almost edible until the shades dimmed and cooled off to the freezy shades of a Cresent shaped moon. My thoughts had been restless all day, wanting and desiring something aching, something that was not legit. Alex, my little puppy was at the office, and the silence pressed against me until it felt like a hand sliding slowly over my skin. I had tried to work, read, distract myself with anything that wasn’t her. But Stacy, that bitch had a way of slipping into my damn head uninvited, curling herself into the quiet corners of my mind until I couldn’t think about anything else. She wasn’t supposed to matter. She was supposed to be a shitty problem I could ignore, a complication that smelled of trouble and felt like temptation carved into flesh. With all the chicks that d

Sophia's POV His soft lips and intruding tongue deepened in my mouth while I had just awoken with the pleasuring sensation of his skin caressing mine. I knew this, this pleasure, this softness, these electric pulses, I missed this. Our tongues intertwined while his hand slowly caressed my thighs, making my whole body shiver accordingly. His daring hand moved provocatively over my inner thighs and found its way to my flooding, tight pussy. It was in need, in desire for this man that had once made me cum, that had once drowned me in my own moans and made me feel loved and desired beyond everything. He was so smooth and intense at the same time. I grabbed his neck and pulled him closer to me while I moaned consistently and softly in his ear. His fingers rushed my pussy walls, sending jolts of pleasure through my spine, while I hurriedly tried to rip off his pants, but he stopped my hands in their tracks and pinned them both to the bed over my head. "Not tonight my love," he whispered

Alex's POV The door slammed behind me with such force the sound echoed through the halls like thunder splitting sky, shaking frames on the walls, vibrating through my skull. My fists trembled, chest heaving, veins burning under my skin. I could still see them—that slut's body tangled with my brother’s—like a snake made me fucking sick. Blood rushed hot to my head, blinding, maddening. Rage was no longer just a feeling; it had become an ocean inside me, waves crashing, drowning out any single bit of mercy, leaving only fury and the ravaging need to destroy everything she could have.I rushed down the corridors, my footsteps pounding against the thick marble floor, knocking over a vase, shoving chairs out of my path. I didn’t care. Nothing mattered now. Betrayal dug into my ribs like a poison, dripping through my blood and brain. Zack—my twin, my own blood—sliding his hands over what was mine, MINE! The only damn thing I could use to outshine his hideous face. Sophia—ungrateful, stupid

Sophia’s POV The room had grown darker than I remembered, though the curtains were only half-drawn. I sat curled in the corner of the room, nails buried deep into my palms, my chest heaving with quiet sobs I couldn’t control. My tears came and went in waves, like my lungs refused to let me breathe without reminding me of the mess that had just happened. My body shook not only from fear but from the shame that ran through me—shame of loving one man while belonging to another, shame of carrying life inside me when I had no certainty on how to protect it.Every shadow on the walls twisted into Alex’s face: angry, intoxicated, wild. I could still hear the echoes of objects breaking, Zack’s voice raised in defiance, Alex’s threats slicing through the air. My stomach knotted violently; instinctively my hand pressed down where my child was growing. I whispered silently to it, to this fragile being that had no fault in this chaos: I will fight for you. I will not let them destroy you.But an