Todos los capítulos de Trapped To The Billionaire Devil: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Olivia The loud sound of thunder startled me awake. I jolted upright in bed, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. The room was dark, but flashes of lightning lit it up for brief seconds, throwing shadows against the walls. It was raining heavily. I took a deep breath and rubbed my palms against the blanket, trying to calm myself down. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, wore my slippers, and stood up, moving from room to room, checking every window carefully, tugging at the locks to make sure they were secure. Satisfied, I headed into the kitchen and switched on the light. The soft yellow glow filled the space, making it feel warmer than the rest of the apartment. I filled the kettle with water and placed it on the stove. Tea always helped… at least a little. Lately, sleep had been difficult. Some nights, I lay awake for hours, staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t tell if it was because I still hadn’t fully adjusted to living alone or because, deep down, I missed my family

Olivia “…so we really need to start organizing everything now,” Jasmine’s bright, excited voice rang out, pulling my attention back to the present. “The fittings, the schedule, the bridal shower, the rehearsal dinner—there’s just so much to handle, and I don’t want anything to feel rushed.” She sat at the center of the private lounge of one of the most luxurious restaurants in the city, glowing in a way that only an upcoming bride could. Jasmine leaned forward slightly, eyes sparkling as she addressed everyone seated around her. “I want everything to be perfect,” she added, clasping her hands together. “Not just for me, but for all of us. I want us to enjoy every step leading up to the wedding.” The five bridesmaids immediately responded with delighted coos and soft laughter. “Oh my God, I know this wedding is meant to be private, just a few people, but it's still going to be the wedding of the century,” Lydia, one of Jasmine’s closest friends, gushed, pressing her hands dramatic

Olivia I was walking fast down the hallway, clutching the small velvet pouch in my hand. Inside it was a blue brooch, old and slightly worn at the edges. Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Jasmine had laughed earlier when I reminded her of the tradition, brushing it off like it didn’t matter much. But I knew her better than that. Even if she pretended not to care, she wanted everything to be perfect today. Every little detail mattered. The hotel was alive with movement. Stylists hurried past with garment bags, makeup artists wheeled their kits down the hall, and staff whispered into earpieces. Jasmine hadn’t left her room since morning, yet it felt like she was everywhere at once. Even with one of the best event planners in New York present, Jasmine was still giving out instructions nonstop, asking someone to check the flower arrangements in the hall and someone else to confirm that the music playlist hadn’t been changed. Her phone barely left her ha

Olivia “Dearly beloved,” the priest began warmly, “we are gathered here today, in the presence of God and of these witnesses, to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony.” I stood a few meters behind Jasmine, my hands clasped together in front of me, fingers curled tightly around the small white flower I had been given to hold. As the priest continued, I lifted my gaze. Axel was holding Jasmine’s hands, his fingers tenderly wrapped around hers. Jasmine smiled up at him, radiant and glowing, her eyes shining with unshed tears. She looked beautiful—no, she looked breathtaking. The lace of her gown hugged her perfectly, the delicate veil framing her face like something out of a dream. There was no doubt about it. They looked like the perfect couple. The priest spoke on, talking about unity and partnership, about walking together through joy and sorrow. Then he turned toward Axel and gestured gently. “You may now share your vows.” Axel took a slow breath. He adjusted his grip

Axel The moment I stepped into the company building, I felt it. Conversations cut off mid-whisper as I passed. I caught fragments of murmurs, hushed voices slipping into silence the second my footsteps echoed too close. Some of the staff straightened hastily, offering polite greetings that felt a little too rehearsed, a little too stiff. Others smiled, nodded, and then immediately looked away, their eyes darting to their screens or the floor as though they’d suddenly remembered something urgent. Something didn’t feel quite right. I didn’t stop to question anyone. Whatever it was, I’d find out soon enough. I adjusted my cufflinks, my expression neutral, and continued toward the elevator. The doors slid shut behind me, sealing off the noise with a soft chime. By the time I reached my floor, my mind was already shifting gears. There were contracts waiting for my approval, proposals that needed reviewing, and a meeting later in the afternoon that couldn’t afford distractions. Problem