All Chapters of Trapped To The Billionaire Devil: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Olivia “Are you out of your damn mind, Aiden?!”My voice echoed through the staircase as I stormed out of my boyfriend’s crappy apartment.Aiden stumbled after me, half-naked, wearing only a brief. “Babe, wait! Please, let me explain…”Before he could finish, I swung my bag hard at him.“Explain what?!” I snapped. “That you slept with Eve, my coworker? Three years together, and you betray me with someone you’ve known for just three weeks?!”He flinched. “I swear, I don’t know what came over me! It just happened…”“Oh, save it!” I cut him off bitterly. “You said the same thing last time, with your ‘childhood best friend,’ and before that, your coworker. Three women in three years, Aiden! How stupid do you think I am?”He opened his mouth, but no words came. My chest burned with anger and hurt. How could he do this to me?Furious, I yanked off the thin silver ring he’d given me — the same cheap ring he’d used to apologize over and over again, and each time, I forgave him.Not this time

Olivia I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection longer than usual. My fingers trembled a little as I smoothed the hem of my dress for the fourth time, pressing down a wrinkle that wasn’t even there.It had been years.Years since I last saw my sister.My step-sister…The thought alone made my stomach twist with both excitement and a strange kind of worry. I wasn’t even sure why I was nervous. Maybe because too much time had passed. Maybe because people change.“Just breathe,” I whispered to myself.I ran my fingers through my hair one last time, then reached for my purse and my car keys. I was going to see my sister again after almost a decade.She was finally back in New York… for her wedding preparations. I was so shocked when she suddenly called me a few days ago to tell me she was getting married. It was quite unexpected news, yet a happy one.I drove to the hotel where we agreed to meet, and by the time I reached the hotel restaurant, my palms were already sweati

Axel The lights in the private lounge were dim, with low music playing from the speakers—slow, heavy beats that matched the rhythm of the pole dancer swaying gracefully in front of me.Ginger.She was one of my special girls, one who knew exactly how to move her body to please me. Her long, wavy hair fell over her shoulders as she twirled around the pole, her toned legs wrapping around it before she slid down slowly, her eyes locked on mine.Normally, I would’ve enjoyed this sight, but tonight, I felt nothing. Nothing but irritation.I leaned back on the couch, a cigar burning between my fingers, my expression cold and distant. Ginger noticed. She realized I wasn’t watching her the way I usually did. She bent lower, sliding her hand down her body.“Stop,” I said flatly.She blinked, confused for a second. But she wasn’t one to give up easily. She smirked, got up, and started moving again, this time even more daring. She unzipped her short black outfit halfway down, exposing more skin