บททั้งหมดของ Trapped In The Billionaire's Web: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

We left London at dawn.Julian sat across from us in the jet, silent, staring at nothing. His fingers drummed against the leather armrest like a man trying to distract himself from old ghosts. Adrian didn’t say much either, and I couldn’t tell if it was strategy or guilt.The tension between them felt heavy — like something was about to break, but no one wanted to be the one to crack it first.I sat with my thoughts, knowing Mira — M — was out there, watching, waiting, pulling strings. This was her game. And somehow, we were all pieces on her board.“Where’s the vault?” I asked finally, breaking the silence.Adrian looked at me, then at Julian.“In Montenegro,” he said. “Hidden beneath an abandoned estate I bought years ago. It was one of the last places Mira and I worked together… before everything turned.”Julian scoffed. “Fitting. Back to where it began.”Adrian ignored him.“It’s off-grid,” he continued. “No security system. No internet. You need two biometric keys — mine, and Mir

Adrian’s jaw tightened the moment Mira lifted the bracelet.She smiled slowly, a predator savoring the cornered prey. Her calm wasn’t confidence—it was cruelty.“She never took it off,” Mira said, rolling the charm between her fingers. “Not until she thought she was safe.”Adrian didn’t flinch. “Where is she?”Mira stepped closer, so close Adrian could see the faint scar on her temple—a mark from a life before the shadows.“You always protected your secrets,” she said. “But you forgot—people are easier to break than codes.”She raised a small remote and clicked a button.Adrian’s phone vibrated. A live video opened.It was me.Bound to a chair in an abandoned corridor. Mouth taped. A cut along my arm bleeding slowly. A masked figure stood behind me, holding a blade—not slicing, just pressing—enough to let him know they weren’t bluffing.He froze.Mira leaned in, her voice a whisper now. “This is just the beginning. One inch deeper, she loses movement in her hand. Two, and she won’t st

Adrian didn’t say a word for hours.He stared at the screen, watching the flicker of red dots representing Mira’s guards move in slow, predictable patterns across the satellite layout of her compound. A cracked industrial building on the outskirts of Prague—abandoned on paper, but humming with encrypted signals and buried heat signatures.It was a trap.But Adrian had stopped fearing traps.He was planning how to spring it without dying.“You’re not going alone,” I said quietly, leaning against the doorframe.My body was still weak, but the antidote was doing its job. I could walk now. Think clearly. But the dull ache in my arm was a reminder—Mira wasn’t just playing mind games anymore. She was aiming to break us both.Adrian didn’t turn. “I have to. Mira won’t expect a full assault. She’s prepared for a team. Not one man who has nothing left to lose.”“Don’t talk like you’ve already decided to die,” I said.He finally turned to face me, eyes softer. “I’m not going there to die. I’m g

The air in Geneva tasted like tension—crisp, cold, and thin with anticipation. Clouds dragged across the sky in sluggish swirls, mirroring the heaviness pressing against my chest.Adrian and I sat in a private café across from the Palais Garnier, a historic building Mira once used as a drop site. The location had been our idea—neutral ground, public enough that Mira couldn’t pull her usual stunts… or so we hoped.I checked my watch.11:52 a.m.Eight minutes until she was supposed to arrive.Or until she blew the place up.Adrian hadn’t touched his espresso. He sat still, eyes on the square, scanning every shadow, every figure that moved just a little too fast.“You okay?” I asked quietly.He didn’t answer right away.Then he said, “You shouldn’t have come.”“I’m not letting you do this alone.”He looked at me, and for a second, all the walls fell away. He wasn’t the hardened billionaire or the ghost of the underground. He was just a man, terrified of losing someone else he couldn’t pr

The rain fell softly that morning—misty, quiet, as if the sky itself was holding its breath.I sat at the edge of the stone balcony, wrapped in a wool coat Mira had left outside my door. Whether it was a peace offering or psychological manipulation, I wasn’t sure anymore.Everything in her world felt blurred. Comfortable enough to make you forget you were in a cage.Below, two guards paced near the gates. No smiles. No movement beyond protocol.I hadn’t spoken to Mira since she told me Carter had been released.I hadn’t slept since either.If he was really safe… then why was I still here?The door behind me creaked open.I didn’t turn around. I knew the sound of her heels on the marble floor.“You’ve been quiet,” Mira said.“I’m not here for small talk.”“No,” she replied calmly, “you’re here because I chose you.”I turned slowly. “Stop acting like you saved me.”“I didn’t save you, Ivy,” she said. “I upgraded you. Out there, you were reactive. Always running, always defending. In her