Trapped To The Billionaire Devil のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 105

OliviaI smiled as the car door opened for me.The cool evening air brushed gently against my skin as I stepped out. For a moment, I simply stood there, taking in the elegance of the restaurant before my gaze shifted to him.Liam.He stood beside the open door, one hand resting over his chest as he bowed dramatically in a way that made him look both ridiculous and irresistibly charming at the same time.I laughed softly.“Thank you.”He straightened, his lips curving into that familiar boyish grin.“Only for my queen,” he said smoothly.Heat rushed faintly to my cheeks as I slipped my hand through his extended arm and together, we walked inside.The moment we stepped in, an attendant approached us almost immediately.“Good evening, sir. Good evening, ma’am,” he greeted politely.Liam nodded.“We’ve been expecting you,” the attendant added with a small smile before gesturing politely toward the elevator. “This way, please.”I blinked in confusion.The elevator?I glanced at Liam, raisi

Jasmine Carl’s breathing grew heavier. I watched as something dark gathered behind his battered eyes. Enraged, he stood up abruptly.“You ungrateful girl!” he barked loudly “So you'd rather just stand there and watch me suffer like this?!”I flinched slightly, instinctively taking a small step back.He pointed at me, his hand trembling with anger.“Now listen to me. You will settle those loan sharks,” he said, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous tone that sent a chill down my spine. “Every single cent.”My heart began to pound harder.“And not just that,” he continued, his lips curling bitterly. “You will find me another twenty million dollars for my medical treatment and for the pain I endured tonight. For everything they did to me.”His cold gaze locked onto mine, sharp and filled with darkness that made my blood run cold.“Unless… unless you want me to expose the truth.”My breath caught.“I’ll tell everyone. I’ll let the entire world know who you really are. I’ll tell Axel,

AaronI stared at them.They stood barely a few meters away, gathered in their small circle like kings in some ancient court, their deep and careless laughter echoing through the grand hall.My fingers tightened around the stem of my champagne glass.Fake laughs.Without thinking, I tilted the glass back and finished the champagne in one gulp. The sharp burn slid down my throat, but it did nothing to cool the anger and irritation I was feeling.Old, foolish men.What the hell was even wrong with them?I had been attending the Gotham Global Summit since the very first day, sitting through endless conferences, tolerating meaningless conversations, enduring forced pleasantries—all for one purpose.To establish myself.To build alliances.To form connections.To secure contracts that would cement my authority within Reynolds Group beyond question.And yet…Every single time I approached one of them, I could see it.That look.That subtle shift in their eyes.That quiet, unspoken judgment.