Lahat ng Kabanata ng Escaping The Billionaire's Embrace : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

The weight of his words sank into the room, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I didn’t know what to make of this sudden shift. Aiden taking control, offering me a reprieve, but there was something about the way he stood there, unwavering, that made me feel a strange sense of relief.Lily’s face went pale with rage, her fingers curling into fists. “You don’t scare me, Aiden. You know that. My father...”“Your father’s company will be shut down before midnight if you even think about crossing me again,” Aiden interrupted, his words cutting through her like a blade. “So, you’re leaving now. Don’t make me repeat myself.”Lily stared at him for a long moment, her breath shallow, her face flushed with frustration.“You can’t do this,” she spat, her voice trembling with anger.“I already have,” Aiden said, his voice sharp as a knife. “Now, get out.”With a final, seething look at me, Lily grabbed her purse and stormed out, the door slamming shut behind her with a force that sh

I didn’t sleep a wink that night.Every time I closed my eyes, Aiden’s words replayed in my mind. His presence in that office, the weight of his gaze, the sharpness in his tone, it all felt like a constant echo, like something was winding tighter inside me, suffocating me slowly.“You used to look at me like I was your whole world. Now you look at me like I’m your executioner.”I couldn’t shake the feeling that Aiden was onto me. Not just onto the fact that I wasn’t Emily, but that I was someone else, someone hiding something. And that something was enough to make my skin crawl every time I thought about it.How could he be so sure of his power over me? How could he stand there, cool as ever, like he had every right to question me? I wasn’t the same person I had been back then. I didn’t belong to him anymore.But it didn’t matter. He still had control.Why did he even call me Emily? Well, of course, I had her face. Everyone called me Emily.Aiden’s relationship with Emily wasn’t a mys

Aiden's POV:I couldn’t shake the feeling. It had been gnawing at me all day, like a low hum I couldn’t ignore. Something about Emily, something in the way she held herself, the way she moved, reminded me so much of Caitlin. It was unsettling. I’d tried to push the thought away, to convince myself I was imagining things, but I couldn’t. The more I thought about it, the more the connections between them began to form in my mind.There had been something this morning, something small. A mark on Caitlin’s arm. I hadn’t thought much of it at first, just a brief glimpse of her skin as she moved her sleeve up, a faint, jagged scar just below her elbow. But it wasn’t the scar itself that had caught my attention, it was how familiar it felt. It was identical to one Caitlin had, just a few inches lower on her arm. The mark I’d tried to forget. The mark I’d seen on Caitlin countless times. A scar from an accident four years ago.It was her.I couldn’t breathe as the realization hit me, as

The two grown men.. adults ...full grown adults, were tearing into each other, their grunts and curses drowning out everything else. I could barely process the speed and force of their movements, fists slamming into flesh, bodies crashing against the walls. But no matter how hard I tried to focus, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the violence unfolding before me.Aiden’s face was a mask of fury, blood dripping from his split lip, but the fire in his eyes burned brighter than ever. Dylan, too, was relentless, his jaw clenched tight, his knuckles white from the force with which he struck. My heart was in my throat, my hands trembling, not knowing who to protect, not knowing how to stop this.But then, things went from bad to worse.Aiden broke free from Dylan’s grip and stormed toward the small dresser across the room. My breath caught as I saw him pull something out of the drawer. The metallic gleam of a gun.How did hell did a gun get into that fucking drawer?I froze, panic flood

My heart pounded so hard in my chest, I thought it might burst. The gun in Aiden's hand was still pointed at Dylan, and every second that passed felt like a thousand years of agony.I could hear my own voice in my head, begging for some kind of resolution, some way out of this nightmare. But everything seemed out of reach. My mind was spinning, trapped between the man I had once loved and the man who had risked everything to protect me.Aiden's eyes were locked on me, calculating, waiting, daring me to do something, anything, that would prove I was still his, that I still belonged to him.But I didn’t belong to him. I hadn’t belonged to him for a long time. And yet, here we were, teetering on the edge of something that could shatter all of us.The silence stretched, broken only by the rapid beat of my heart and Dylan’s labored breathing. I couldn’t keep looking at Aiden. I couldn’t.But I couldn’t look away either.“You think this is over, Caitlin?” Aiden's voice was quieter now, al