All Chapters of Trapped as the CEO'S ex-wife : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW The morning light crept through the blinds, painting the room in dull streaks of gold. I blinked awake, listening to the faint hum of traffic outside. The air was colder than usual, biting against my skin as I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Morgan’s side of the apartment was quiet—too quiet. The faint sound of a slamming door earlier must’ve been her leaving. No note. No goodbye. Just silence. I shuffled to the kitchen, hoping she’d left something to eat, but the fridge door opened to disappointment. A few cans of soda, half a slice of bread, and leftover noodles that had already gone dry. That was it. I stood there for a moment, staring blankly. Maybe I shouldn’t expect much. I was a guest after all—a burden in someone else’s home. I sighed, shutting the fridge. My stomach growled, but I ignored it. New York had a strange way of mocking you when you were down. The city outside was alive—taxis honking, people hurrying with coffee cups, voices blending into a rh

ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW Felix leaned back in his chair, that same cold smirk playing on his lips. He knew he had me where he wanted me, and I hated that more than anything. The silence stretched until I finally muttered, “What’s the deal, Felix?” He folded his hands on the desk, his gaze fixed on me like he was studying prey. “It’s simple,” he said smoothly. “If you want your name cleared from the blacklist, you’ll stay with me for three months. After that, I’ll release you completely and secure you a job outside New York—somewhere far enough that we never have to see each other again.” I blinked. “Three months? With you?” He nodded. “That’s the offer.” I let out a sharp laugh. “You’re out of your mind. You think I’m stupid enough to move back into that cage just because you’re promising a clean slate?” Felix’s tone was casual, almost too calm. “You asked for a solution, Isabella. I’m giving you one. But if you’d rather stay broke and jobless, that’s your choice.” My blood boi

ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW Morning light filtered through the curtains, soft but blinding, like it was trying too hard to pretend everything was normal. For a second, I forgot where I was. The sheets, the faint scent of Felix’s cologne, the quiet hum of the city below...it all reminded me that I was back here. Back in this cage. I sat up slowly, rubbing my temples. My chest felt heavy. I hated that I could still remember what it felt like to wake up beside him years ago, when things were good—when he’d whisper good morning and press his lips to my shoulder. Now, I couldn’t even look at him without feeling sick. He wasn’t in the room. Thank God. I dragged myself to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and tried not to think about the deal I’d made. Three months. That was all I had to survive. Just three months, and I’d be free again. When I walked back into the room, my phone buzzed on the table. I ignored it. Probably more useless calls about the blacklist. I didn’t have the streng

ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW The room fell silent the moment the door swung open. Felix stood there — tall, broad-shouldered, looking like a storm in human form. His expression was sharp, his jaw tight, and his cold eyes flicked from Julian to me, then back to Julian. The air felt like it could slice open from the tension alone. Before Julian could even move his lips, a fist came flying through the air. “You bastard!” Felix roared, his knuckles connecting hard with Julian’s jaw. The impact made Julian stumble backward, his shoulder slamming into the wall with a loud thud. My heart lurched. “Felix, stop!” I shouted, rushing forward, but he didn’t hear me or maybe he just didn’t care. Julian spat blood on the floor and wiped his mouth, a faint smirk curling up despite the bruise already forming on his lip. “You really haven’t changed, have you?” Julian said hoarsely. “Still using violence when you can’t face the truth.” Felix lunged again, grabbing him by the collar. “You have no r

ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW For a moment, all I could do was stare at Felix. His expression said everything — regret, guilt, and something darker hiding behind those brown eyes that always seemed too calm for a man like him. I wanted to scream at him to say something, anything, but my throat felt tight. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady, almost too controlled. “Well,” he began slowly, running a hand through his hair, “it’s complicated, but I guess you deserve to know everything now.” I crossed my arms. “Start talking.” Felix exhaled and sat on the edge of the bed. “Julian and I… we were friends. Actually, best friends.” I frowned. “Were?” “Yeah,” he said quietly. “Were.” The room felt colder suddenly. The ticking clock on the wall was the only sound filling the silence. I sat too, though part of me wanted to stand and run. “Julian’s father owns Lotex Limited Industry,” Felix continued. “It’s a multi-million-dollar company, one of the biggest in New York. Julian was supp