Semua Bab Trapped In The Billionaire's Web: Bab 1 - Bab 10

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.

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

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

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

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