All Chapters of Escaping The Billionaire's Embrace : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt this uneasy. My skin felt too tight, like it was stretched over a body I didn’t quite recognize anymore.Sophia was in the kitchen, her back turned as she rifled through a stack of papers. I stood by the window, my eyes fixed on the empty street below, watching as a few early risers moved about, unaware of the storm that was about to descend on them. The world felt strangely distant..The person I used to be..Caitlin, the woman who let others dictate her life, who let herself be manipulated by Aiden and the system he represented, was slipping away. In her place stood someone colder, someone who knew the stakes of the game and was willing to play it, no matter the cost.And still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was walking into something I might not survive.“Everything’s set,” Sophia said, breaking my train of thought. She was standing behind me now, her tone matter-of-fact, but there was a hint of concern in her eyes that she didn’t

The air outside felt sharper than it had earlier, the cool breeze brushing against my skin as we made our way back to the car. The weight of the deal was already sinking in, each step heavier than the last. I could feel the adrenaline from the meeting still pulsing through me.We had a plan. We had allies. But was it enough?Sophia opened the door of the car without a word and slid into the driver’s seat. I followed, hesitating for only a moment before the door clicked shut behind me. The silence between us stretched, and I could feel her eyes flicking over to me from the corner of her vision, but neither of us spoke. There was nothing left to say, not yet.The engine hummed to life, but the sound felt hollow, like it was somehow further away than it should be. The car moved through the city, the streets blurring past, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being watched. I had that sensation often now, l

The room felt smaller than it had moments before. Dylan's presence made it hard to focus. His voice echoed in my mind, that chilling reminder that Aiden was closer than I had realized. He always had a way of making me feel small, insignificant, like a pawn on a board I didn’t understand.I couldn’t look at Dylan without seeing my past, the mistakes, the lies, and the things I’d never been able to undo. The last time I’d seen him, everything had fallen apart. Now, he was back, playing a role in this twisted game of survival, and I wasn’t sure if I could trust him.Sophia stood near the entrance, her back to the door, eyes scanning the room. The silence felt like a heavy weight. She didn’t trust Dylan, and it wasn’t hard to see why. He wasn’t here because of loyalty. He was here because he had his own reasons, just like everyone else in this world."So, what now?" I finally asked, my voice thick with the unease gnawing at me.Dylan’s eyes were on me again, and for a moment, I thought

Dylan was already kneeling beside him, his hands shaking as he checked for signs of life. He didn’t look at me, didn’t acknowledge my frantic stare. He just pressed his hands against Aiden’s neck, desperately trying to find a pulse. But even as he worked, I saw the fear in his eyes, the fear that what had just happened was far worse than any of us had anticipated.Sophia still in her dazed state, regained consciousness and quickly called for help.*The paramedics arrived quickly, though it felt like an eternity. They moved Aiden onto a stretcher, their hands steady, but I could see the tension in their movements. They’d seen this before. They knew what was coming.As they wheeled him out, I caught a glimpse of his face, now pale and twisted in pain. His eyes were barely open, but I saw the terror in them, the stark realization that his entire world had just come crashing down.*Hours later, I found myself sitting in the sterile waiting room of the hospital, the fluorescent lights a

I hadn’t seen ma'am Victoria since the divorce was finalized.She hadn’t called. Hadn’t texted. No thin-lipped voicemails pretending to care. Not even a passive-aggressive email cloaked in civility.Which made her sudden invitation to “discuss the estate” feel less like a white flag and more like a chess move.Her penthouse hadn’t changed. Cold floors. Cold colors. Cold air that smelled like overripe lilies and money. Everything was polished to perfection, but none of it ever felt alive.Just like her.She sat at the end of the long dining table, sipping from a teacup like this was just another Tuesday brunch.Her gray silk blouse was wrinkle-free, her nails perfect, her eyes sharp as ever.“Caitlin,” she said, as if my name didn’t taste like betrayal in her mouth.“Yes.”No hug. No warmth. Just two women across a battlefield of hardwood and porcelain."This new face fits you quite alright."I didn’t sit yet. I walked slowly to the massive window behind her, staring down at the glitte