All Chapters of Trapped To The Billionaire Devil: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

AxelThe boardroom had never felt this suffocating.Mr. Greg stood up and cleared his throat. Every head turned toward him. The projector screen behind him flickered to life, casting a pale glow across the room.“As previously discussed,” he began, “each director has a laptop placed in front of them. On the screen, you will find the ballot. Both names... Axel Reynolds and Aaron Reynolds, are listed.”“As each vote is cast,” Mr. Greg continued, gesturing toward the projector, “the results will immediately be displayed here. The blue bar will represent Axel. The red bar will represent Aaron. With every vote, the corresponding bar will increase accordingly. Once all directors have voted, the final result will be announced.”The screen split into two vertical bars: blue on the left, red on the right. Both stood at zero.The directors glanced down at their laptops. Fingers hovered over keys.“This process will be transparent,” Mr. Greg added, offering a thin smile. “May the best candidate

Olivia“Strategic differentiation,” Professor Hale said, “is not merely about being different. It is about being meaningfully different in a way that your target market is willing to pay for.”The large screen behind him displayed a slide titled ‘Competitive Advantage in Saturated Markets,’ with bullet points appearing one after the other.I leaned slightly forward in my seat, listening. I actually liked Professor Hale’s afternoon lectures… they felt more like diving into real-world corporate strategies, unlike some theoretical courses.But even as interesting as the lecture was, my mind couldn't help drifting to Jasmine… again.To her expression earlier this morning.To her so-called “quest.”I tightened my grip on my pen.Focus, Olivia, Focus.For the next twenty minutes, I genuinely tried to absorb every word Professor Hale taught. Yet even as I listened and jotted down some points, my mind kept drifting back.Jasmine’s eyes when she said she would find out the truth.Her determina

JasmineI sat beside Axel at the dining table, watching him as he calmly ate his dinner.He cut into his steak with ease, brought it to his lips, chewed slowly, and swallowed with the same composed grace he carried everywhere… as though nothing was wrong.As though our marriage wasn’t slowly cracking beneath the surface.I stared at him, then at the way he was peacefully eating, and I couldn’t help the quiet sigh that escaped my lips.The confrontation sat right at the tip of my tongue. It was there… all I had to do was open my mouth and ask:‘Who is she, Axel?’‘How long has it been going on?’‘Why wasn’t I enough for you?’The words burned inside me, desperate to be spoken, but something held me back.I didn’t know why I hesitated so much.Was I afraid of the truth?Maybe.Perhaps I wasn’t strong enough to hear him confirm what my heart already suspected. Maybe I wasn’t ready to watch him look me in the eyes and admit that he had broken our vows.Or maybe… maybe I simply couldn’t br

OliviaI struggled with all my might.My hands clawed at the arm holding me. My nails dug into skin as my legs kicked wildly against the seat in panic.The hand over my mouth was firm. My scream was trapped in my throat, reduced to muffled, desperate sounds against a stranger’s palm.This was it.This was how it ended.Tears burned my eyes as my heart pounded so violently I could hear it echoing in my skull.“Olivia, stop, it’s me, Liam!”The voice sounded urgent and familiar. Everything inside me froze.Liam?For a split second, my mind couldn’t process it. The grip over my mouth loosened slightly.“Olivia,” he whispered again, closer to my ear this time. “I’m going to release your mouth now, but please don’t shout or scream anymore. It’s me.”My body trembled beneath the weight of adrenaline. My brain slowly caught up with the sound of his voice.It was him.It really was him.Slowly, cautiously, the hand withdrew from my mouth.Air rushed into my lungs as I inhaled sharply. I quick

OliviaThe ringing in my ears was so loud that for a moment, I couldn’t hear anything else. It was sharp and piercing, drowning out the world around me. For a split second, everything felt unreal. Blurred. Distant.I felt as though I was dreaming.In fact, I desperately wanted it to be a dream. I wanted to wake up in my bed, drenched in sweat, my heart racing from a nightmare that never truly happened. I wanted to blink and find that none of this was real.But the sight in front of me refused to disappear.The precise bullet hole on the man’s forehead was small but horrifyingly exact. Blood trailed down from it, sliding over his temple before dripping onto the concrete floor. His body lay sprawled on the ground, unmoving. Lifeless.His eyes were still open.Staring at nothing.That was when reality forced itself into my consciousness.This wasn’t a dream.This was real.That man had just been shot. He had just been killed.Slowly—so slowly it felt like my bones were made of stone—I tu