Lahat ng Kabanata ng Trapped To The Billionaire Devil: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Olivia For a moment, I could only stare at the sales manager in disbelief. My ears were still ringing from everything that had just happened, and yet here he was, rudely asking us to leave as if we were the problem. “Excuse me?” I finally found my voice, though it trembled despite my effort to sound calm. “You didn’t even hear us out. You didn’t ask me or my friend anything before deciding we should leave. What kind of store is this?” The sales manager’s face hardened instantly. Any trace of courtesy vanished, replaced by irritation and defensiveness. “We have standards here,” he said stiffly, folding his arms across his chest. “You were disrupting the peace of the store. I won’t tolerate such behavior. Leave now, or I will have security escort you out.” Ella snapped. Her grip tightened around my hand as she stepped forward, her face blazing with anger. “Oh, call them!” she yelled, no longer caring about who was watching. “Call your damn security! If this is how you treat

Olivia I parked the car a short distance away and stepped out slowly. For a moment, I simply stood there, keys still in my hand, staring at the house my mother had sent me to. House was an understatement. What stood before me was a mansion—tall, wide, and beautiful, with ivory-colored walls that gleamed softly under the morning sun. Large glass windows reflected the sky, framed by stone pillars that gave the place a timeless, almost royal feel. The driveway alone looked like it could host an entire event, curving neatly around a fountain that sparkled with clear water, while perfectly trimmed hedges lined the front. I swallowed. No wonder Mom didn’t want to lose this new job. The place screamed money—old money, the kind that didn’t need to show off because it already knew its worth. For a second, I felt completely out of place, standing there in simple clothes with borrowed work supplies in the car. I took a few steps forward when a figure suddenly moved into my path. “Excuse m

Axel “I swear, Axel!” a girl’s voice rang out between breathless giggles. “After I threw mud all over those boys for laughing at you, I ran for my dear life!” Her laughter was light, carefree, full of pride—as if she had just won the greatest battle in the world. I smiled as I sat on the other swing, the wooden seat creaking softly beneath me as it moved back and forth. The breeze brushed against my face, carrying with it the familiar scents of damp soil, grass, and sunshine. I couldn’t see her, but I could hear her clearly; every sound, every breath, every happy giggle that spilled from her lips. She sounded so full of life. I imagined her smile in my mind. Wide. Bright. Fearless. I wondered how beautiful it must look when she laughed like that, completely unbothered by the world. “Anna,” I said gently, my fingers curling around the rough rope of the swing. “Please… be careful. I wouldn’t want those boys to hurt you.” I could hear her scoff sharply and dismissively. “Tsk,” she

Olivia “No, I don’t mind at all.” Axel’s voice was casual, almost too casual, as if the whole thing meant nothing to him. Of course he wouldn’t mind, I thought bitterly. I glanced at him and noticed the faint smirk on his face he was trying so hard to hide… as if this entire scene wasn’t already uncomfortable enough. As if he hadn’t already done enough. Stopping me from working at the restaurant. Turning my life upside down without even asking. Leaving me practically jobless. Moving me into a new apartment where I lived all by myself. Acting as if all of it was for my own good. His assistant, Jose, had even handed me a card—sent by Axel himself—telling me to use it for anything I needed. Food. Clothes. Anything at all. I had refused to spend a single cent from the card. I didn’t want his money. I didn’t want to owe him anything more than I already did. I didn’t want to feel trapped in his shadow, indebted to his kindness that never came without strings. And if I had known he

Jasmine Collette clapped her hands once, and immediately, the doors to the dining hall opened wider, and servants began to file in with flawless coordination. One dish came after another, as if everything had been carefully planned in advance. Servants lifted the silver lids at just the right moment, letting out warm, delicious aromas. Soon, the table was filled with many dishes—thick, perfectly cooked wagyu steaks, vegetables neatly arranged like works of art, rich sauces carefully poured over the food, and bread that was still warm from the oven. Soft music played in the background as quiet conversations slowly filled the room. I sat beside Axel, my posture straight, my hands folded neatly in my lap until the servants finished serving. I was acutely aware of every glance, every pause, every subtle shift in the atmosphere. As the meal began, Axel leaned slightly toward me. “Do you like this?” he asked quietly, pointing to a dish near the center of the table. I nodded. “It looks