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

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

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 had been sharp. Heavy. Like something fel

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 use it—but holding it would at least steady my fear.As I pas

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

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