All Chapters of Trapped In The Billionaire’s World : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kayden's POV I watched as her face morphed into one of disappointment before she turned around and left the room. I was alone once again in the dimly lit kitchen, unable to place a finger on the exact emotion I was feeling at the moment. I felt it all at once. Anger. Embarrassment. Frustration. Desire. The fucking desire. It was clawing its way up to the surface slowly, and I couldn't let it, so I had to mask it all by being the bad guy. It was better like this anyway. I couldn't risk things being more complicated than they already were. The kiss at the dress store was for the sole purpose of shutting her up and giving people a sight to talk about. The action was intentional, but the intensity of it was not. So I ran. Five fucking days, and somehow it felt like it had just happened. Like I could still feel it. Her. The way she melted into me for half a second before realizing what was happening. The way she looked at me after, like I had just shifted something between u

Arya's POV "Are you okay? Do you still feel dizzy?" Julia asked for the tenth time, her eyes scanning my face with so much worry. We sat at the food court with way too much food spread across the table. Burgers, fries, drinks we hadn't touched. The smell alone was starting to make my stomach turn. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Jules, I told you I'm fine." Her brows pulled together. "Why aren't you eating then?" I let out a small, frustrated breath, leaning back in my chair. "Because food isn't the problem," I muttered, dragging a hand through my hair. "I'm not a whale. How could I possibly be hungry after everything we ate at the house?" "Then what the hell was that little display less than thirty minutes ago?" I opened my mouth to respond, and closed it again. I didn't have an answer for her because I didn't know either. One minute I was fine. The next, not so much. "You better start stuffing your face with that food right now." She said firmly, gesturing at the large

Arya’s POV I had never felt so insulted before. Not even the first night we met, when he threw money at me, like I was some cheap, desperate hooker. This was so much worse. This was a deliberate act of disrespect. He chose her deliberately. Kayla. He brought her here deliberately. He left the door open deliberately. All for what? There were hundreds, no, thousands of hotels in LA. Private and discreet enough, perfect for exactly what he was doing. Places he could have done whatever he wanted without consequence. But yet, he chose this space. I didn't care if he wanted to sleep with half the women in the city. It was never in my place to care. He could do whatever he wanted, with whoever he wanted. That was the agreement. But why do it here? With the door open. If he was trying to get a reaction out of me, he might as well throw in the towel now because that was never going to happen. I was never going to give him the satisfaction he desperately wanted. If that was the

Kayden’s POV I had promised Arya a simple wedding, and I kept my word. The venue was simple. No extravagant chandeliers. No overwhelming crowd. No unnecessary noise. Just a small, well decorated hall with soft white flowers lining the aisle and rows of neatly arranged chairs, filled with a carefully selected audience. A handful of guests. Only the people that mattered. A few familiar faces, business associates, important reporters, people who had enough influence and mattered enough to be here. My gaze drifted towards the front row. To the seats reserved for my father and his wife. Empty. My jaw tightened immediately. Of course. Of fucking course. I clenched my fists at my sides, feeling that familiar heat crawl up my spine. He was trying to sabotage me. We had gone over this, more times than I cared to count. He knew there was nothing he could do to stop this marriage. So I'm guessing this was his next move? A no-show. At his own son’s wedding. I let out a slow

Arya's POV He invited her to the party. He invited the woman he fucked in our ‘home’ to our wedding reception. The audacity of it made my stomach twist. The urge I felt was violent. I wanted to walk straight across the room, grab a fistful of her fake blonde hair that was styled to perfection, and rip it clean off her scalp. Watch that smug smile fall right off her face. But the sudden flash of a camera nearby was a reminder that people were watching. I forced my shoulders to relax. Right. I forgot that this was my life now. Eyes everywhere, people would always be watching. They were looking for a simple crack. A slip. That's all it would take. One wrong move, one moment of weakness, and the media would tear it apart piece by piece. The Blackwood name dragged through the mud. And me? I would be back to nothing, right where Kayden picked me up from. “I didn't invite her.” Kayden's voice cut through my voice, low and controlled. I blinked, turning my head s