All Chapters of Trapped To The Billionaire Devil: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Axel“Axel!”Jasmine’s scream tore through the room.For a second, she stood frozen at the doorway, her face drained of color.I leaned back in the armchair tucked in the dim corner of the suite, crossing one leg over the other.“Right here, honey.”Her entire body stiffened. Slowly, she turned her head toward the sound of my voice.Her gaze landed on me.Confusion overtook the horror on her face. Her eyes darted from the armchair to the bed and back again, as if she were trying to connect two realities at once.On the bed, sheets were tangled, limbs scrambling.Godfrey froze mid-motion.Ginger let out an annoyed sigh.Jasmine’s lips parted, but no sound came out.I lifted my hand and clapped once.The sharp sound echoed across the room.Instantly, the activity on the bed ceased.Godfrey scrambled off first and reached for his trousers. He fumbled slightly, then quickly pulled them on.He shot Jasmine an awkward glance before lowering his head and hurrying toward the door.Ginger, on

AxelThe moment I stepped into the building the next morning, I sensed something was wrong.The air was heavier. Charged.Eyes followed me the second the glass doors closed behind me.“Good morning, Mr. Reynolds.”“Morning, sir.”“Good morning.”The greetings came as respectfully as they always did, but I knew something had shifted.I didn’t fail to notice that some gazes were filled with… pity?Others carried poorly concealed curiosity, and a few shone with restrained excitement. I could feel the tension humming under their skin.Something must have happened.And everyone knew it.Everyone except me.My expression remained unreadable as I crossed the lobby. If there was a storm brewing, I would face it head-on. I wasn’t about to ask for scraps of information from curious employees who were probably itching to watch my reaction.As I approached the elevator, the doors slid open with a quiet chime. I was about to step in when I saw Derek emerging from the hallway to my left.“Sir.”He

Axel“Gentlemen,” I said smoothly, leaning slightly forward toward the camera, “a partnership between our companies is not just a contract… it’s a strategic alignment.”On the large screen mounted across my office wall, three suited men sat around a long mahogany conference table thousands of miles away.“Our distribution network already spans twelve major ports across Asia and Europe,” I continued calmly. “Your manufacturing capacity is unmatched in your region. If we merge your production efficiency with our global logistics and capital strength, we reduce operational costs by at least fifteen percent in the first fiscal year alone.”One of them, Mr. Laurent, the head of their board, nodded thoughtfully and cleared his throat. “I must admit, Mr. Reynolds,” he said, “the proposal is compelling.”I allowed a small, measured smile.“But,” he added carefully, “there is something that gives us concern.”I paused, then asked evenly, “And what would that be?”“We have heard,” he continued

OliviaProfessor Hale adjusted his glasses at the bridge of his nose and glanced around the lecture hall.“I hope you all paid attention to the case studies I assigned last week,” he began, pacing slowly in front of the projector screen. “Because your next assignment will require more than memorizing frameworks.”A collective groan rippled through the room.“This will be a two-person team assignment,” he continued, ignoring the reaction. “Each pair will design a comprehensive market entry strategy for a mid-sized company expanding into a foreign market of your choice.”The screen behind him changed to a slide titled:Strategic Market Expansion Simulation“You will choose a domestic company,” Professor Hale elaborated, “conduct a competitive analysis, assess cultural and regulatory challenges, develop a five-year financial projection, and propose an implementation timeline. Your strategy must include risk mitigation plans, supply chain considerations, and leadership restructuring if re

JasmineCollette let out a small, embarrassed laugh.“Jane, you really shouldn’t…”But I didn’t let her finish.I couldn’t.Because that forced, apologetic, submissive laugh was the sound of a woman trying to make herself smaller to accommodate cruelty she did not deserve.And I refused to allow it.My voice cut through the air before Collette could utter another word.“And since when,” I began loudly, “has it become a rite or law that when a woman’s husband betrays her, she must lock herself away in shame and never lift her head in society again?”The room stilled. Even the air seemed to pause.From the corner of my eye, I saw Collette turn toward me sharply.There was surprise on her face. Real surprise.Her lips parted slightly, her eyes searching mine as though she were trying to understand what I was doing.But I didn’t look at her.Not yet. Because right now, my focus was on Jane.Jane, who stood there, lifted her chin even higher with arrogance and shrugged her shoulders lazily