Semua Bab Trapped To The Billionaire Devil: Bab 51 - Bab 60

AxelI stepped out of the car and straightened my jacket, my gaze lifting instinctively toward Olivia's apartment complex.I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, and just as I was about to dial her number, she appeared, stepping out onto the pavement. For a split second, the world seemed to slow.I forgot about the phone still in my hand.A slow, satisfied curve formed on my lips before I could stop it.The dress.She was wearing the dress. It clung to her perfectly, moving with her as if it had been designed solely with her body in mind. It accentuated every curve without being vulgar—graceful yet undeniably commanding. Exactly as I remembered it.Exactly as she had looked the first time she wore it… the day Jasmine had insisted she try it on. I had known then, without a shred of doubt, that the dress had been meant for one person alone. Designed for her… for Olivia.And that realization alone stirred something dark and possessive deep in my chest.She slowly walked toward

OliviaI sat stiffly on the couch, my hands clasped together so tightly in my lap that my fingers had gone numb. Across from me, Liam sat in the single armchair by the window, his elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on me.The sitting room felt unusually quiet.After what had just happened outside, I still couldn’t quite believe that Liam had agreed to come inside with me. That he had agreed to listen.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, and cleared my throat.“Liam…” My voice trembled slightly, and I paused, swallowing hard before continuing. “I’m going to tell you everything.”He didn’t interrupt and simply held my gaze.I took another breath and began to tell him how I met Axel at the club after a painful heartbreak, the shock I felt when I discovered he was getting married to Jasmine, about Sam and the stolen watch, the agreement, the admission, Jose… every single thing.“And now…” I whispered, finally lifting my eyes to meet Liam’s

JasmineI stepped out of my car and closed the door behind me. For a brief moment, I simply stood there, staring at the building before me.The Whitmore Cultural Institute.This was it. This was my shot.Either I nailed this today, or I would humiliate myself so spectacularly that weeks—no, nearly a month—of relentless effort, bruised fingers, cramped wrists, and sleepless nights would go into nothing.There would be no second chances. I straightened my back and walked toward the entrance.The moment I stepped inside, Gwen, the receptionist, looked up from her desk almost immediately.“Mrs. Reynolds,” she greeted warmly. “Good afternoon.”“Good afternoon,” I replied with a gentle smile.Gwen had seen me almost every day for weeks now. We’d exchanged pleasantries, small talk about the weather, the city, sometimes even about her children. Familiarity bred comfort, and comfort bred access. I had learned that early on.“You’re right on time,” she said, gesturing toward the hallway. “Miss

Liam“I’m not going to Africa.”The words left my mouth sharper than I intended, cutting through the tense silence in the living room. I straightened instinctively, my hands curling into fists at my sides as I looked from my parents to my grandmother.“I don’t know anyone there,” I continued quickly, frustration seeping into my voice. “And this… this can’t be the only solution. There has to be another way. I still have so many things I’m handling in New York. I can’t just abandon everything overnight!”My mind raced even as I spoke.Olivia.The thought of her alone here in New York, with that bastard, was enough to make my chest tighten painfully. My sudden disappearance would halt everything we had been working toward… every plan, every small step we had carefully laid out to get her out from under Axel’s control. Absolutely not. I couldn’t leave her like this.My father slammed his palm against the armrest, the sound e

Jasmine I walked into yet another charity evening party with calm, confident steps, a small box in my hand. At first, these events had felt overwhelming… too many eyes, too many rules, too many unspoken expectations. Most of these charity balls were designed only for aristocratic women—women who had been raised in this world and knew exactly how to move, smile, and speak. But now, I was slowly finding my footing. I had learned when to speak, when to stay silent, and how to smile without revealing too much. I was making connections, learning names, and slowly, carefully, making friends. I was learning the ropes. And more importantly, I was learning the people. “Jasmine!” I turned to see Rose approaching me, her diamond necklace catching the light as she smiled. Rose was the wife of a wealthy business tycoon, a woman who lived too comfortably within this elite world and had never had to question her place in it. “Rose,” I greeted warmly. “You look radiant tonight.” She laughed l