Semua Bab Trapped To The Billionaire Devil: Bab 41 - Bab 50

OliviaSomething wet and warm brushed along my inner thigh.I stirred faintly, my body reacting before my mind could catch up.A strong, steady hand slowly traced upward, followed by feather-light kisses that made my toes curl under the sheets.My thighs instinctively pressed together.Was I dreaming?I had to be… but dreams weren’t supposed to feel like this.Strong, steady hands gently pried my pressed thighs open, preventing me from closing them again. It felt like there was something intensely magical in the way my body responded to the touch, to the oddly satisfying feeling.A soft sound slipped past my lips before I could stop it.I sucked in a breath and slowly opened my eyes, lifting my head just enough to see.The sight stole the air from my lungs.Axel…How did he get inside?He was there—between my thighs, his dark hair mussed, his hands resting firmly on my legs, holding me open with an ease that made my pulse thunder while his mouth…My breath hitched violently.“Ah, Axel

JasmineI stepped out of my car, holding a small, elegantly wrapped gift box. I glanced down at it and couldn’t help but smile.I had spent a small fortune on this gift. No… a fortune, by any reasonable standard, but tonight wasn’t about the money. Tonight was about impression. About approval.Today marked the fifth anniversary of the charity foundation that Collette Reynolds founded… an organization dedicated to funding private education, medical care, and long-term housing solutions for underprivileged families who had slipped through the cracks of government aid.The elite loved causes like that. They loved anything that sounded humane, impactful, and respectable enough to polish their already glittering reputations.And Collette… Collette loved being admired. It was everything she stood for.I took a breath, straightened my shoulders, and began walking toward the hall.As I made my way toward the grand hall, I could already see clusters of women dressed in exquisite evening gowns,

AxelI heard the soft, broken sound beside me before I felt it—the faint hitch in her breathing, the way it stuttered and caught as though she were trying and failing to hold herself together.A sniffle.Even without sight, I knew when Anna was upset. I always did. There were things no darkness could hide from me—her silences, the way the air around her seemed heavier when she was hurting, the tremor she couldn’t quite mask no matter how hard she tried.I drew in a slow breath and shifted closer. I lifted my hand, moving cautiously through the space between us, my fingers searching until they brushed against something warm and small.Her hand.I closed my fingers around it gently, then brought my other hand over it as well, enclosing hers between mine. I didn’t need to see her face to know tears were spilling freely now.“Anna,” I murmured softly, my thumb brushing over her knuckles. “Please… stop crying.”She sniffled again, louder this time, and her fingers tightened around mine.“I

OliviaElla’s hand tightened around my wrist the moment we stepped inside the club.“Oh my God,” she gushed, eyes wide and sparkling as neon lights washed over her face. “This is Echelon. Do you know how hard it is to get into this place? Only a handful of people even have access.”I slowed my steps, taking it all in.The club was quite massive. Everything about it spoke of nothing but luxury. The music pulsed through the air, vibrating just enough without being too loud.“Wow,” I murmured. “This place is… a lot.”Liam smiled beside me, clearly amused by our reactions. “It belongs to a good friend of mine,” he said casually. “Makes getting in pretty easy.”Ella let out a dramatic gasp. “Wow, that’s really cool.”He laughed and gestured for us to follow him, leading us past the main floor toward a more secluded area. The noise dulled slightly as we stepped into a private section, partially shielded by tall dividers and soft lighting.A table waited for us.Several bottles were already

Olivia For a second, I honestly thought my ears had malfunctioned. Like they’d short-circuited, or maybe there was a tiny gremlin inside my head twisting knobs for fun. Because there was no way—absolutely no way—I had heard him right. Twenty… million… dollars? I blinked once. Then twice. Then I actually tilted my head, like that might help my brain reboot. “What did you just say?” “Twenty million dollars,” he repeated, enunciating each word like he wanted to carve it into my skull. “That’s how much it cost me to keep your brother out of prison.” I laughed. I just couldn’t help it and burst into a short, breathless, completely hysterical laugh. “Okay,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re definitely lying. A damn bad liar at that!” Because this was insane. Absolutely insane. “You expect me to believe this rubbish?” I went on quickly, the laughter fading into disbelief. “Sam already told me everything. It was just a watch. A stupid watch and a few loose changes. That’s what they