All Chapters of Trapped In The Billionaire's Web: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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The Return

I shouldn’t have come back. The thought kept repeating in my head as the sleek black car slowed in front of the towering mansion I once called home—well, not really home. It was his home. Adrian Knight’s. The place hadn’t changed. Tall iron gates, sharp edges, and intimidating silence. Just like him. I stepped out of the car, clutching the strap of my worn-out bag. My shoes made soft clicks on the marble as I walked up the steps. Every sound echoed louder than my heart, but nothing drowned out the memories flooding back. We used to laugh here once. I used to dance barefoot in this very driveway, teasing him to come out of his office and live a little. And he would—eventually. Always late, always reluctant, but always… him. But those days were gone. So was I. Three years. No calls. No letters. No goodbyes. Now here I was. Back like a ghost, hoping to be forgiven for disappearing like one. The front door opened before I could knock. Elena, the housekeeper, blinked in disbelief.

Last Updated : 2025-06-17

Cold Rooms, Warmer Room

The room was cold—too cold for late spring. I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders, lying still in the oversized bed, staring at the ceiling. I hadn’t slept much. Every time I closed my eyes, Adrian’s voice echoed in my head. “You should’ve stayed gone.” It wasn’t just his words that stung. It was how easily he said them. Like I never mattered. Like we hadn’t once planned a future together. But I knew better than to expect softness from Adrian Knight. The man I used to love was still buried inside him—somewhere—but the version I had just faced last night? That man was cold, distant, and unreadable. I sat up and rubbed my hands together. The silence in the room was too loud. I needed something—anything—to break it. Downstairs, I could already hear faint footsteps. Probably Elena. She was always up before the sun, making tea, fluffing pillows that didn’t need fluffing. She was the heartbeat of this mansion. The only warmth it had left. I changed into a plain grey sweat

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Truth in Shadows

The ride into the city was silent. Adrian didn’t speak, and I didn’t dare break the stillness between us. His eyes stayed forward, focused on the road ahead, one hand gripping the steering wheel like he was trying to squeeze out whatever emotion he didn’t want me to see. The last time I sat beside him like this, we were laughing. I had just gotten my first freelance photography gig, and he’d taken me out to celebrate. He didn’t believe in big moments, but he made them feel big anyway—with the way he looked at me, like I was something rare. Now, I felt like a stranger in a place I used to know by heart. As the city skyline opened up in front of us, I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “Where are we going?” I finally asked. He glanced at me once. “My lawyer’s office.” My stomach dropped. “Your lawyer?” He nodded. “If someone dangerous is involved, I want your story on record—names, dates, every detail. I won’t let you bring chaos into my life again without knowing exactly w

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The Visitor in the Dark

The house was too quiet. Even with the lights on and the hum of the air conditioner, something felt off. Like the air had shifted—heavier, colder. Adrian had left for a late meeting, and I was alone in the mansion again. I tried to tell myself I was safe. That nothing could happen behind the high gates, the security cameras, and the team of staff watching over the property. But deep down, I knew better. Julian Monroe had money. Power. And no regard for boundaries. He always found a way in—through people, places, even minds. And the more Adrian dug into him, the more I feared what Julian would do next. I sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the flash drive like it was my last lifeline. My fingers trembled as I turned it over and over, thinking of everything it held. Evidence, yes. But also my past. My shame. My secrets. A loud thump echoed from downstairs. I jumped to my feet. At first, I thought it might be Elena—or one of the house staff closing a door—but the sound ha

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Shadows of the Past

Adrian’s mansion no longer felt safe. Even with guards stationed at the gates and security cameras blinking red across every corridor, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. And not just in passing. Watched—closely. Studied. Like someone was learning my every move. The next morning, Adrian was already on the phone before I got downstairs. He paced the kitchen, his voice low and sharp. “I don’t care how much it costs. I want full digital surveillance around the house. Every door, every blind spot, every wire. If a leaf moves, I want to know about it.” He turned when he saw me, his gaze softening just slightly. “You sleep?” “Barely,” I admitted. He nodded toward the table. “Eat something.” There was food laid out—toast, scrambled eggs, and coffee—but I couldn’t touch it. Not with my stomach twisting the way it was. “Ivy,” he said, stepping closer. “I need you to be strong now. Things are about to get worse before they get better.” I forced myself to m

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The Stranger in the Photograph

I didn’t remember falling asleep. But I remembered the scream. It wasn’t mine. It came from somewhere in the house, sharp and panicked, just before dawn broke. I bolted upright, heart pounding, breath stuck in my throat. For a few seconds, I sat frozen, listening. Nothing. I reached for my phone—no missed calls, no texts—but something felt off. I moved quietly to the door, opened it, and peeked into the hallway. Silence. Cautiously, I stepped out. The corridor was dimly lit, washed in soft gold from the night lights. Everything looked normal. But something wasn’t right. I could feel it in my bones. “Elena?” I whispered, making my way toward the east wing. That’s when I saw it. A trail. Not blood. Not dirt. But wet footprints—bare feet—leading from the garden door down the hallway. Fresh. I froze. Someone had been inside again. Maybe still was. I turned and hurried back toward Adrian’s office, where I knew he kept a small pistol in the safe. I didn’t plan to us

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The Phone That Shouldn’t Ring

The silence in the house had changed.It wasn’t just quiet—it was heavy. Like the air was waiting to explode with something none of us could see coming.After the message appeared on the garden wall, Adrian doubled the number of guards, changed all access codes, and even had one of his men sleep in the hallway outside my door. But still… I couldn’t sleep. Every creak, every shadow outside the window made me sit up in bed, heart racing.And then, at 3:12 a.m., my phone rang.A number with no caller ID.My blood ran cold.I let it ring once. Twice. Three times.I almost didn’t answer. But something in me—curiosity, fear, defiance—forced my thumb to swipe across the screen.“Hello?”For a second, nothing.Then… breathing.Slow. Measured. Intentional.I stood, my fingers gripping the phone like it was the only thing tethering me to reality. “Who is this?”A pause.Then a familiar voice, low and sickeningly calm:“You shouldn’t have come back, Ivy.”My throat tightened. “Julian.”“I wonder

Last Updated : 2025-06-23

Nowhere Is Safe

I used to think silence meant safety.That if things were quiet enough, nothing could hurt me.But now, in this high-tech villa tucked in the middle of nowhere — where every window was bulletproof and every light motion-triggered — silence felt like a warning.A dark, pulsing reminder that danger no longer needed to knock. It was already inside.The power outage had lasted less than two minutes. But in that short time, I felt something shift — not just in the lights, but in Adrian’s eyes. For the first time since we arrived, he looked uncertain.And that terrified me more than Julian’s voice ever could.Adrian ran a full scan of the system. All entry points secure. No signs of forced access. Cameras working again. But still…“What if it wasn’t the outside that failed?” I asked. “What if someone inside is controlling it?”Adrian looked up, and for a second, he didn’t answer.Then he said, “We’ll sleep in shifts. No one’s letting their guard down again.”The guest room felt colder that

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The Trap Behind the Mirror

By the next morning, we were no longer pretending.Adrian didn’t ask me if I was okay. I didn’t lie and say I was. We were two people moving through the same storm, barely holding the pieces together.The message carved into the stone path—Even your shadows belong to me—was still there when we stepped outside. Adrian’s guards had already swept the property again. No footprints. No tire tracks. No evidence.Just the chilling words.“He’s telling us he’s already inside,” I said, my voice flat.Adrian nodded. “And he wants us to feel powerless.”We didn’t wait for another sign. Adrian had the chopper fueled and ready within the hour.“We’re flying back to the city,” he said. “I don’t care if he follows me there. I need my people, my resources, my territory. If he wants war, he’ll get it.”But even as he spoke, I saw something in his expression that contradicted his words.Fear.The helicopter lifted off mid-morning. The sky was clear, but my stomach stayed in knots the entire ride. I cou

Last Updated : 2025-06-23

The Face Behind the Betrayal.

The word “mole” echoed in my mind long after Adrian said it.We’d been living like prey — hiding, running, trying to outthink a man who always seemed to know our next move. But it was never just about Julian being clever.Someone had been helping him.From inside.And now, we had to figure out who.Adrian ordered a full lockdown — no one entered, no one left. Every security guard was called in. Phones were confiscated. Every camera was manually checked, every staff member questioned one by one.But the deeper the investigation went, the quieter Adrian became.Like something inside him was unraveling.I found him later in his private office, sitting on the edge of his desk, staring at a photo frame he kept hidden in a drawer.I’d never seen it before.It was of him… and a woman.She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her.When he noticed me standing in the doorway, he didn’t flinch.“She was my fiancée,” he said quietly. “Before everything.”“What happened to her?” I asked.“She dis

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