Todos los capítulos de Trapped By The Billionaire Brothers: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

ALYANA POV I didn’t answer right away. Julian’s words stayed there, hanging in the air like something I couldn’t ignore anymore. I think you already are. I let out a slow breath, but it didn’t steady me. If anything, it made everything feel sharper. Clearer. Too clear. “You don’t get to decide that for me,” I said, though my voice didn’t carry the same strength as before. Julian didn’t react. He didn’t argue. He just stood there, close enough that I could feel the warmth coming off him, waiting like he had all the time in the world. “I’m not deciding,” he said quietly. “I’m pointing it out.” I shook my head slightly, my fingers curling at my sides. “You keep doing that.” “Because you keep avoiding it.” “I’m not—” “You are.” The interruption was soft, but it still stopped me. I pressed my lips together, trying to hold on to the last bit of control I had left. “You make it sound so simple,” I muttered. “It is.” “No, it’s not.” “It is,” he repeated, steady and calm

ALYANA POV “Then give me a reason to.” The words didn’t sound loud. But they landed harder than anything he had said so far. For a moment, I couldn’t answer. Not because I didn’t have anything to say—but because I didn’t know where to start. I let out a slow breath, forcing myself to meet his eyes. “You’re asking the wrong question,” I said quietly. Julian didn’t move. “Then give me the right answer.” I shook my head slightly, my fingers curling at my sides. “You’re not even trying to understand.” “I am.” “No, you’re not,” I said, my voice tightening just a little. “You’re looking at those pictures and deciding that’s the whole story.” “And you’re telling me it’s not.” “It’s not.” “Then explain it in a way that makes sense.” I exhaled slowly, trying to keep my voice steady. “I already told you what happened.” “You told me part of it.” “That is everything.” “It doesn’t feel like it.” “That’s not my fault.” Julian’s jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.

ALYANA POV I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I stepped outside. The air felt different out here—cooler, sharper—but it didn’t help. My chest still felt tight, like something was about to happen and I couldn’t stop it. Julian didn’t say anything after that. After “I don’t like sharing what’s mine.” He just turned and walked away like the conversation was already over, like he had already decided something without telling me what it was. And that scared me more than anything he had said. I followed him. I didn’t even think about it. My feet just moved, quick against the marble floors, then down the hallway, then through the front doors as he stepped outside like he already knew where he was going. “Julian,” I called, trying to keep up. He didn’t stop. “Julian.” Still nothing. My irritation started to mix with the unease sitting in my chest. “Where are you going?” That made him pause. Not completely. Just enough for his shoulders to tense before he kept walki

ALYANA POV I didn’t sleep well. Again. But this time, it wasn’t because of the mansion or the silence or the feeling of being watched. It was him. Julian’s voice from yesterday kept replaying in my head, calm but firm, the way he said stay away from him like it wasn’t a suggestion. Like it was something already decided. I stared at the ceiling, my fingers curled loosely on top of the blanket, trying to slow down the thoughts running through my head. I wasn’t used to this. To someone setting boundaries for me like that. To someone expecting me to follow them. And yet… what bothered me more wasn’t what he said. It was how it made me feel. Because a part of me didn’t want to ignore it. I pushed myself up with a quiet sigh and swung my legs off the bed. The cold floor grounded me a little as I stood, grabbing the first cardigan I could reach before heading out. The hallway was already awake. Soft footsteps, distant voices, the quiet rhythm of staff moving through their routi

ALYANA POV I knew something was wrong the moment I stepped out of my room. The hallway felt colder than usual. Too quiet. Even the staff who normally moved around in the morning were nowhere in sight. It didn’t feel like peace. It felt like something had already happened—and I was the last one to know. I wrapped my arms around myself as I walked downstairs, my steps slower than usual. My chest felt tight, like I was walking into something I couldn’t avoid. And then I saw him. Julian was standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back facing me, one hand tucked into his pocket. He wasn’t moving. Not even slightly. The sunlight hit the side of his face when he turned his head just enough to notice me. His eyes landed on mine. My steps stopped. There was no greeting. No usual cold remarks. Just silence stretching between us. “You’re awake,” he said finally. His voice was calm, but it didn’t feel normal. It felt… controlled. Too controlled. “I could say the same,” I replie