Semua Bab Trapped To The Billionaire Devil: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Olivia My fingers moved quickly over the keyboard as I filled out yet another form, double-checking every field before moving on to the next. Name. Previous institution. Intended program of study. Statement of purpose. I paused briefly, rereading what I’d typed, then adjusted a sentence before saving the draft. “You look busy.” A light and amused voice came from above me. I startled slightly, then looked up—and immediately smiled. Ella was already lowering herself into the chair opposite mine, one leg crossing over the other as she settled in comfortably, her lips curved into a knowing grin. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, a few strands framing her face, and she looked effortlessly put together in a way that had always made me slightly envious. “Hey,” I said warmly. “When did you get here?” “Just now,” she replied. “You were so focused I didn’t want to interrupt. It looked serious.” I closed my laptop halfway. “It kind of is.” Ella leaned forward, resting

Axel My body reacted before my mind fully caught up. I turned toward the sound instantly, and then I heard it. A voice I knew. Jasmine. I moved without hesitation. “Sir…” Derek started behind me, already falling into step as I walked through the crowd. People parted instinctively as I pushed forward, murmurs rising beside me. I ignored every single face, and when I reached the source, the sight that greeted me made something cold and violent twist in my chest. Maya. Mr. Harold’s daughter stood rigid, looming over Jasmine with an expression filled with both anger and disbelief, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. And Jasmine… She was on the floor. My wife sat amid shards of a shattered wine glass, red wine spilled across the floor. Broken glass surrounded her, and her hands were braced weakly behind her, palms pressed to the floor as if she had fallen hard. Her shoulders trembled. “Jasmine!” I was at her side in seconds. I dropped to one knee, my hands already on

Olivia White. That was the first thing I noticed. White walls. White ceiling. White light that felt too bright even with my eyes barely open. The air smelled sharp and clean, like chemicals and medicine, and it made my nose sting. Where… was I? I tried to focus, my thoughts slow and heavy, like they were moving through thick water. I blinked a few times, my vision blurring and clearing again, and just as I tried to turn my head… Pain. A sharp, stabbing pain shot through the side of my head, so sudden and intense that I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped my lips. “Ah…” My body stiffened instinctively, my fingers curling into the bedsheet as the ache throbbed behind my eyes. It felt like someone had driven a nail straight through my skull. I lifted my hand slowly, carefully, afraid that even the smallest movement would make it worse. My fingers brushed against something rough and tight. Bandages. My head was wrapped in bandages, snug and warm against my skin. “What…?” I wh

Axel The door opened, and a woman stepped inside carrying a food flask, her eyes scanning the room the moment she entered. “Mom…” Immediately, Olivia’s mother began speaking, her voice filled with concern. “Olivia, I hope you didn’t wait too long for me? And…” she glanced toward the doorway, “…who are those two men in black suits standing outside?” I stayed silent, narrowing my eyes slightly. Olivia’s face went pale the instant she realized her mother was here. I could see her body tense up, her shoulders stiffening as if she had just been caught doing something wrong. Her hands twitched nervously on the bedsheet, fingers curling and uncurling. Her mother’s gaze drifted instinctively toward me, and I could feel the slight hesitation in her stance… it was curiosity mixed with caution. “And who… are you?” she asked gently. “Are you my daughter’s friend?” “Yes,” I answered. “No!” Olivia’s panicked voice cut in at that exact moment. I turned my head to look at her and saw her che

Olivia“Now, Miss Olivia, I need you to be very careful for the next few days,” Dr. Collins said, standing at the foot of my hospital bed with his clipboard tucked against his chest. “No stress, no sudden movements, no overexertion. Take things slow. And if Mr. Reynolds asks…” he paused briefly, clearing his throat, “...you can assure him that everything is completely fine.”I nodded, though I almost rolled my eyes.If I was being honest, I wasn’t sure whether Dr. Collins was giving me this long, overly serious lecture because of my actual condition—which, last I checked, was a mild head injury with no concussion—or because he was still shaken by Axel’s presence two days ago.Thanks to Axel, what should have been a brief hospital visit had somehow turned into a full three-day stay. Three days of observation and unnecessary scans. Three days of nurses treating me like I’d just survived a near-fatal accident.Or maybe Dr. Collins was just scared of what Axel might say… or do.Either way