All Chapters of Trapped By The Billionaire Brothers: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ALYANA POVI didn’t expect him to be in my room.But when I pushed the door open, there he was.Standing near the window, his back to me, one hand resting loosely in his pocket while the other held a glass he hadn’t touched.The city lights reflected faintly against the glass, outlining his silhouette in a way that felt too still. Too controlled.Like he had been standing there for a while.Waiting.I closed the door behind me, slower than usual.“You didn’t knock,” I said.“You didn’t answer your phone.”“I didn’t hear it.”“You always hear it.”I exhaled quietly, setting my bag down on the table without taking my eyes off him. “What do you want, Julian?”He turned then.Not quickly.Not dramatically.Just enough to face me.“To know where you were.”Something about the way he said it—calm, direct—made my chest tighten.“I was outside.”“With him.”It wasn’t a question.I didn’t deny it. “Yes.”A pause stretched between us.Julian’s gaze stayed on me, steady, unreadable—but not dista

ALYANA POVBy the time Julian left for the meeting, the room felt too quiet.Not peaceful.Just… empty.I stayed where I was for a while, staring at the door he had just walked out of, replaying everything he said—and everything he didn’t.You’re my responsibility.The words didn’t sit right.But what bothered me more was how easily I stayed.How I didn’t push harder.How I didn’t walk away.I pressed my lips together, exhaling slowly before grabbing my bag.If he thought I was going to sit around and wait for updates like I wasn’t part of this—he clearly didn’t know me well enough yet.—The Vance building looked different during the day.Busier.Louder.More alive.People moved in and out of the glass doors, voices low but constant, heels clicking against polished floors, security stationed at every entrance.No one stopped me when I walked in.That still felt strange.A few heads turned, subtle but noticeable. Whispers followed, barely audible but enough to catch fragments.“That’

ALYANA POV I didn’t expect to feel this tired. Not the kind that sleep fixes. Not the kind that goes away after a long shower or a quiet night. This was deeper. The kind that sat under my ribs and made everything feel heavier than it should be. The boardroom doors closed behind me with a soft click, but the sound still made me flinch. “Mrs. Vance, are you alright?” I forced a small smile at the assistant walking beside me. “I’m fine.” I wasn’t. The meeting had gone on for hours. Numbers, projections, quiet arguments disguised as professional opinions. I held my ground the entire time, answered every question, corrected two of the senior executives when they tried to twist the narrative—and still, I could feel it. They were watching me differently now. Not just because I was Julian’s wife. Because I was starting to matter. And that… made me a target. I stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for the executive floor. The doors slid shut, sealing me inside the quiet hu

ALYANA POV I didn’t go back to my office. I couldn’t. The walls felt too close, the silence too loud, like everything I had just heard was still echoing somewhere I couldn’t shut off. So I walked. No direction. Just movement. My heels slowed eventually, the sharp rhythm fading as I reached one of the quieter corridors. Fewer people. Less noise. Just the low hum of the building around me. I stopped near the window, pressing my palm lightly against the glass. Cold. Grounding. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to steady my breathing. “He believes it.” The thought came back, clearer now. Julian didn’t hesitate. Didn’t question. He believed my father caused the fire. And the worst part? He didn’t look unsure. He looked certain. I swallowed hard, opening my eyes again. “Still running when things get complicated?” I stiffened. Leo. Of course. I didn’t turn immediately. I didn’t trust my expression yet. “I’m not running,” I said, keeping my voice even. “Then what

ALYANA POVI didn’t sleep well.Not because of noise or discomfort. The room was quiet, the bed soft, everything exactly how it should be. But my mind wouldn’t settle. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing the same thing—documents, signatures that weren’t there, and Julian’s face when he said my father’s name like it already carried guilt.By morning, the exhaustion had settled into something sharper. Not weakness. Not confusion.Focus.I got ready earlier than usual, choosing something simple but structured—something that made me feel put together even if I didn’t feel that way inside. When I stepped out of the room, the hallway was still quiet. Too quiet for a place like this, but I was starting to get used to it.I didn’t wait for anyone. I just moved.The drive to the company passed in silence, and for once, I didn’t mind it. I needed the space to think, to organize everything without interruption.Because now, I had something concrete.A direction.When I stepped into the bu