Semua Bab Trapped With The Ruthless Alpha: The Heiress Vendetta: Bab 181 - Bab 190

MIKHAIL'S POV "The appropriate authorities will handle this effectively. I am surprised such a large money laundering operation was happening right under our noses." The head of finance said with a serious expression. I had a soft smile on my face listening to his hypocrisy. I wasn't surprised about the money laundering, I knew about it for a while now but didn't take any action because the time wasn't right. I needed to plan the best trap to lure them out but the plan changed. The head of the finance department was in cohorts with the group of ' smart people ' who thought they could steal such large amounts without being noticed. One of the reasons I didn't act earlier was that there wasn't enough evidence to incriminate every accomplice, including the hypocrite in front of me, acting surprised about the entire thing. He probably thought that because he avoided charges, he was safe. He has no idea of how deep he has fallen into a trap he can't escape from. "W

*** This scene might be triggering for some*** ADELINA'S POV I should stop listening to the little she-devil that whispers in my ears. His lips scorched mine, and despite everything in me screaming to stop, I didn’t want to pull away It started as a kiss to tell him, he didn't have control over me. He wasn't the only one capable of destroying boundaries. A kiss based on defiance turned into something I never expected. I only had control because he let me until he took it back. His lips were a painful reminder that I had no power against him. He was the one letting me do as I pleased. Possessive and dominating. This intensity should have made me scared. His obsession should have turned on every alarm in my head but it fucking didn't. My core clenched and cried more, begging for something forbidden. I craved more, I needed more than just the sparks from his lips. More than just his tongue teasing my tongue like he was fucking my mouth. I needed to be touched I wanted him

ADELINA'S POV It felt like he manipulated me into accepting his sinful touch, not that I regretted a moment of it. If given the chance, I might do it all over again. Mikhail broke the hug then adjusted his clothes. There was no sign of what we just did, just a few creases. I had questions, I wanted to ask him what our relationship was now. Did he have feelings for me or just enjoy the thrill of fucking me? He pulled out his phone to text someone, my eyes nervously glanced around the office then on the desk that had some evidence of our moment. This wasn't right. I covered my face with my palms, feeling embarrassed that I had just been fucked, from behind against my boss's table. "Is something wrong?" He asked, noticing my reaction. I shook my head without giving him a verbal reaction. I tried to get off the desk, but my legs crumbled immediately Mikhail caught me before I fell, supporting my weight with his arms wrapped around my waist. "I told you to rest a b

ADELINA'S POV I slapped him, and I didn't regret it a bit. Fury bubbled up my throat, my heart squeezing in pain. How could he say such a thing without batting an eye? "I hate you?" I barked at him. Mikhail was still stunned by the slap; he stared blankly at me. What did he expect when he said something so hurtful? I used the moment of his confusion and fled. Tossing his jacket on him, I quickly opened the car door and ran out crying. "Adelina!" His voice boomed behind me. I flinched at his thunderous tone, but it didn't stop me, nor did I glance behind. I just continued running as if the feeling of running out of breath would ease the pain in my heart. The sky rumbled, and the rain fell heavily, washing everything in sight. Water splashed under my feet as I continued running. My heart raced, it felt like a rejection. No it was a rejection. I was indeed just a slut to him and nothing more. Tears were streaming down my face, it was hard to tell

ADELINA'S POV There was something off about Petra's caretaker, but I could not really point my finger at it. At times, I find her staring at me, but when I return the gaze, she nervously glances away, afraid to be caught. Petra's condition has improved greatly and she finally resumed school. Petra was a social butterfly so a lot of people had noticed her absence and were bombarding her with questions. She handled it her way although she didn't mention the accident. Her excuse was that she was sick. I skipped a lecture to have a group meeting with Asher and Alexa. We chose an open space in one of the parks close to the faculty. There were some shades which we sat under protecting us from the harsh sun rays. It was a small garden that wasn't very popular, just a few students periodically passing by. "I have confirmed with Mr Simon that the submission deadline is this week, although he didn't specify the day for the class presentation," Asher explained. We we