All Chapters of Trapped By The Billionaire Brothers: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ALYANA POVI didn’t sleep.Not even for a minute.The ceiling above me stayed the same dull shade of white, but everything else felt different. Too sharp. Too loud. Every thought kept circling back to one thing, and no matter how many times I tried to push it away, it came back stronger.Before the fire.Julian’s voice replayed in my head, steady and certain, like it wasn’t something he ever questioned.I turned on my side, pulling the blanket tighter around me even though the room wasn’t cold. My fingers curled into the fabric, gripping it like that would somehow keep everything from slipping further out of control.My father worked with the Vance company.Not just worked—was involved.And Julian knew.That was the part I couldn’t shake.He didn’t look surprised. He didn’t hesitate. He just said it like it had always been there, waiting for me to catch up.I pushed myself up slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed. The room was still dim, the early morning light barely slipping throug

ALYANA POVI didn’t like where this was going.I felt it the moment we stepped into that part of the mansion.The air was different here—colder, quieter. Even the lighting felt intentional, dim enough to make everything look controlled, like nothing existed here unless someone allowed it.Julian stopped in front of a door I had never noticed before.No guards.No markings.Just a plain, dark wooden door.“This is where you keep it?” I asked, my voice quieter than I meant it to be.He didn’t answer immediately. He just looked at the keypad beside the door, entered a code, then placed his palm flat against the scanner.A soft click followed.Then the door unlocked.“I keep what matters,” he said, pushing it open.That didn’t make me feel better.I stepped inside after him, my chest already tight before I even saw anything.The room wasn’t large, but everything inside it felt… deliberate.A long table.Several locked cabinets.And at the center—files.Stacks of them.Organized.Labeled.

ALYANA POV I didn’t sleep. Not because I couldn’t—but because every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same thing. That line. Unauthorized override. It stayed in my head like it didn’t belong there, like my mind was trying to make sense of something that refused to settle. By morning, I gave up pretending I could ignore it. I was already dressed when I stepped out of my room, the hallway quiet except for the soft echo of my own footsteps against the floor. The mansion always felt controlled, almost too perfect, but today it felt different. Like something underneath it had shifted. I found Julian in the dining area. He was already seated, a cup of coffee in front of him, tablet in hand. His posture was the same as always—straight, composed, untouched by whatever chaos existed outside his immediate control. But I knew better now. I had seen the cracks. He looked up the moment I walked in, his gaze landing on me like he expected me. “You’re up early,” he said. “I didn’t slee

ALYANA POV I kept staring at the name. Even when I already read it twice. Three times. It didn’t change. Didn’t disappear. Didn’t suddenly make more sense the longer I looked at it. “Say something,” I muttered. Julian didn’t answer right away. He was still watching me—not the paper, not the file. Me. Like he was trying to read my reaction before deciding his own. “That name…” I swallowed, forcing myself to stay steady. “They’re part of your internal approvals.” “Yes.” “You trust them?” “I did.” The past tense didn’t sit well with me. I looked up. “Did?” Julian’s jaw tightened slightly. “No one gets that level of access without clearance.” “That’s not what I asked.” His gaze held mine for a second longer than necessary. Then he exhaled quietly. “I trusted them enough to not question it at the time.” “At the time,” I repeated. “Yes.” “And now?” “I’m questioning everything.” There was no hesitation when he said it. No attempt to soften it either. Just the trut

ALYANA POVThe room felt colder than it should be.Not because of the air-conditioning.Because of the silence.I sat beside Julian at the long conference table, my fingers resting lightly against the smooth surface while I tried not to focus on how tight my chest felt. Across from us, the chair was still empty.Waiting.Julian didn’t move.Didn’t fidget.Didn’t even look restless.He just sat there, posture straight, gaze fixed on the door like he already knew exactly how this was going to go.I wished I had even half of that certainty.“You’re quiet,” I said under my breath.“So are you.”“That’s because I’m thinking.”“So am I.”I glanced at him. “You don’t look like it.”“That’s the point.”I let out a quiet breath, looking back at the door.“You still think this is the right move?”“Yes.”“No hesitation?”“No.”I pressed my lips together slightly.“I don’t like how calm you are about this.”Julian’s gaze shifted to me for a second. “Would you prefer I wasn’t?”“I’d prefer you wer