All Chapters of Trapped To The Billionaire Devil: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

AxelI couldn’t take it anymore.Everything that had happened so far… from the so-called foreign investor to this sudden board meeting, was nothing but a carefully planned trap. A premeditated plot meant to corner me, humiliate me, and strip me of everything I had built.Before I could speak again, Aaron’s voice cut through the tense silence.“I’m certain you have been informed about my shares, little brother,” he said calmly. He leaned back in his chair leisurely, as if he owned the room. “So, without further delay, I’ll state the reason for my presence here today.”My jaw tightened.Aaron cleared his throat and slowly stood up, drawing everyone’s attention to himself. His gaze swept across the directors before finally settling on me.“I specifically called for this meeting,” he announced, “as the first true heir of the Reynolds family, to reclaim what rightfully belongs to me.”A murmur spread through the room.“I am here,” he continued, his voice firm, “to take over my father’s com

Vincent“Mr. Reynolds, you really need to try and get some rest,” Dr. Owen said gently as he stood beside my hospital bed. “Arguing with Axel in your current condition isn’t good for you at all. Your blood pressure is still unstable.”I let out a slow breath, my chest rising and falling heavily.“I know children can test one’s patience,” he continued with a small, understanding smile. “Believe me, I’ve seen it many times. But right now, your focus should be on your health. Everything else can wait.”I nodded slowly, even though my mind was anything but calm.“You’re right,” I said quietly. “Thank you, Doctor Owen.”Dr. Owen checked my vitals once more, adjusted a few things, and after making sure everything was stable, he finally stepped out of the ward, closing the door softly behind him.And just like that, the room fell into silence… a heavy, suffocating silence.I lay back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling as the events of the day replayed themselves in my mind like a cr

BlakeKate, my friend and colleague, sat across from me at the small round table by the café window, both of us gisting, laughing and enjoying this moment together.“I swear,” I said, shaking my head in wonder. “Sometimes I just sit there and wonder how I got so lucky.”Kate tilted her head, smiling knowingly. “Lucky how?”“With my kids,” I replied without hesitation. “Sam and Olivia… they make me so proud in ways I didn’t even know were possible. Every single time I think about how far we’ve come—how far they’ve come—I just…” My voice softened. “I feel so proud. So happy. It’s like my heart could burst.”There were days when the weight of motherhood had nearly crushed me. Days when I’d gone to bed hungry so they wouldn’t have to. Nights when I’d cried silently, terrified that love alone wouldn’t be enough to protect them from the world.But sitting here now, dressed neatly, sipping a drink I hadn’t had to count coins for... those days felt distant. Not gone… But distant enough that

Axel“Man, you really need to slow down on the drink.”Damian’s voice cut through the haze. I didn’t even look at him.Instead, I lifted the glass in my hand and downed the rest of the liquor in one gulp. The burn tore down my throat, settling like fire in my chest. I slammed the empty glass back onto the table with more force than necessary.“I’m sick of it,” I snapped, finally turning to glare at him. “I’m sick and tired of whatever fake bullshit my father is playing!”Damian sighed, running a hand through his hair. Tonight, the anger about the whole situation felt deeper, uglier… like something that wouldn’t burn out no matter how much alcohol I poured on it.“I’ve waited for days, Damian. Days. I honestly thought he’d change his mind. I thought maybe, just maybe, he was testing me, or bluffing, or trying to scare me into something.”I let out a hollow laugh. “I even tried meeting some directors. Top lawyers. I wanted to know if there was any legal way to undo what he’s done. Nothi

OliviaI instantly reacted on instinct and pulled the phone away from my ear so quickly it almost slipped from my fingers. My heart lurched violently in my chest as I shoved the phone behind my back, my palm pressing it flat against my lower back.“No… no one,” I said too quickly, shaking my head. “It was… it was no one.”Liam didn’t say anything immediately. He just stood there, looking at me.And that look—God, that look—made my skin prickle uncomfortably. His brows were drawn together slightly, his eyes sharp, as if he were searching for answers in my eyes. I could tell instantly that he didn’t believe me.Still, I prayed silently that he wouldn’t press further.‘Please… just let it go.’I forced myself to inhale slowly, then exhale, masking my features into something calmer, something more normal. I cleared my throat, hoping I would sound normal.“So…” I started, my voice a little strained, “what are you doing here? How did you even manage to leave Africa? I thought you still had