All Chapters of Trapped By The Billionaire Brothers: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ALYANA POVI didn’t sleep.I tried. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, turning to my side, then the other, but my mind wouldn’t shut up. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the file again. My father’s name. Over and over, printed like it belonged there.Like he belonged here.By the time the sky outside my window started to lighten, I was already sitting up, my back against the headboard, my fingers pressed tightly together in my lap.I needed answers.Not pieces. Not half-truths.Everything.And there was only one person in this house who could give it to me.—The hallway was quieter than usual that morning. Even the staff moved more carefully, like they could feel something had shifted. Maybe it was just me. Maybe I was the one who changed.I didn’t stop walking until I reached his study.I didn’t knock.I pushed the door open and stepped inside.Julian was already there.Of course he was.He stood by the window, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass of something

ALYANA POVI didn’t bring the file with me.I left it on his desk, closed, untouched after that last exchange. Not because I was done with it—but because I knew if I kept staring at those pages, I’d start seeing things I wasn’t ready to face.Or worse, I’d start believing them.The hallway felt colder when I stepped out of his study. Maybe it was just me. My chest still felt tight, like something was sitting there, pressing, refusing to move.I walked without thinking, my steps slower this time, my mind louder.My father worked with them.Before the fire.Not just worked—he had authority. Approval. Responsibility.I pressed my lips together, shaking my head slightly as if that alone could push the thoughts away.No.There was more to it than that.There had to be.“Alyana.”I stopped.I didn’t need to turn around to recognize his voice.Leo.For a second, I considered ignoring him.Just walking away.But my feet didn’t move.Slowly, I turned.He was standing a few steps behind me, his

ALYANA POVI didn’t sleep.I stayed awake the entire night, sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at nothing while everything kept replaying in my head.My father.The company.The fire.Julian’s voice.Before the fire.It didn’t make sense. Or maybe it did, and I just didn’t want it to.I pressed my fingers against my temples, exhaling slowly, but it didn’t help. My chest still felt tight, like something heavy had settled there and refused to move.I needed answers.And I wasn’t going to get them by sitting here.By the time the sun started creeping through the curtains, I was already on my feet.I didn’t bother dressing up properly. Just something simple. Something I could move in. My hands were still slightly cold as I grabbed my phone, hesitating for a second before opening Leo’s contact.I stared at his name longer than I should have.Then I called.He picked up on the second ring.“That was fast,” he said, his voice still rough, like I woke him up.“I need to see you.”There wa

ALYANA POVJulian didn’t answer my question.He just stood there, looking at me like I had said something he didn’t expect—but not in a surprised way. More like I had crossed a line that had always been there, I just never noticed it before.“If I’m wrong,” he repeated quietly.The way he said it made my chest tighten.Not defensive.Not angry.Just… steady.I held his gaze, refusing to look away this time. “Yes. If you’re wrong.”A long pause stretched between us.Then he took a slow step back, putting space between us again. That alone made something in my chest shift. Like he was pulling away before I even realized I was still standing too close.“I’m not wrong,” he said.The certainty in his voice should have made me believe him.But it didn’t.And I think he saw that.Because something flickered across his face—quick, subtle, but there. Not doubt. Not hesitation.Something closer to disappointment.“You’re not even considering it,” I said, my voice quieter now.“I already did,” h

ALYANA POVI didn’t expect him to say it that directly.The words stayed in my head long after Leo spoke them, echoing in a way that made it hard to breathe.“The fire wasn’t an accident.”I stared at him, my fingers tightening around the edge of the table. The café suddenly felt too small, too loud, too real. People were talking around us, cups clinking, chairs scraping—but everything sounded distant.“You shouldn’t say things like that casually,” I said, keeping my voice low.Leo didn’t smile this time. He didn’t brush it off either.“I’m not saying it casually.”I searched his face, waiting for some sign that he was exaggerating, or trying to provoke something out of me. But there was nothing like that. Just that steady look he always had when he decided something mattered.My chest felt tight. “Then explain it properly.”He leaned back slightly, eyes still on me. “You already saw the documents.”I swallowed. My father’s name flashed in my mind again—repeated across those pages lik