All Chapters of Trapped In The Billionaire’s World : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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The unwanted guest III

Kayden's POV I was over the party at this point. Didn't matter how good it looked from the outside, anyone paying attention could tell. Nolan knew. My father definitely knew. Hell, even the reporters hovering around probably picked up on it. I wasn’t built for this kind of thing. Too much noise. Too many fake smiles. Too many people trying too hard to impress me. It got old fast. But, as much as I would hate to admit it, Arya made it a bit more bearable. Her smart mouth was enough to keep me entertained. She didn’t try to impress me. Didn’t filter herself. Didn’t care enough to. And for some reason, that worked. She added that extra little spice and I found myself actually looking forward to her comebacks. The way she’d roll her eyes, the way she’d push back without thinking twice. It was… refreshing. Everyone else around me was careful. Calculated. Arya wasn’t. She didn’t give a shit, and I fucking loved it. It was crazy really. A few weeks ago, I couldn’t stand h

Chaos

Kayden’s POV Everything after that moved too fast. “Clear the hallway,” I snapped, my voice sharp enough to cut through the noise. “No one comes down here. I don’t care who it is.” “Yes, sir.” The last thing I needed was reporters getting even a hint of what was happening. Footsteps echoed. Voices lowered to hushed murmurs. Doors clicked shut, one after the other. Everything had to stay controlled. It always did. But this… this didn’t feel controlled. The ride to the hospital felt longer than it should have. It was too quiet. The kind of quiet that made everything worse. The kind of quiet that pressed in on your ears until your thoughts got unbearably louder just to make up for it. Arya was laid out across the stretcher, hooked to things I didn’t bother asking about. Tubes, monitors, numbers I didn’t care enough to understand. I returned my gaze back to Arya. Her face was still too pale. She was too still. I didn't have it in me to look at her for too long, but I

Blindness and denial

Arya's POV A white ceiling. That was all I saw at first. Blurred edges and shapes that didn't quite make sense yet. The beeping got louder the more aware of my surroundings I became. A steady beeping. It was soft and annoyingly consistent, echoing somewhere close to me. My body felt… heavy. Like I had been asleep for days and someone had poured concrete onto my limbs while I wasn’t looking. My throat burned slightly. It felt like I hadn’t had water in forever. A small, dry breath left my lips. At least I wasn't dead. I remembered the doctor asking me some things which I answered with either a nod or shake of my head. My hand instinctively moved, weak and trembling, pressing lightly against my abdomen. Oh fuck. I hated that I remembered everything that led to this moment. The bathroom. The excruciating pain I felt. Kayla. I knew she did this, without a doubt. The door opened as Kayden walked in. He stood there, unmoving, with a blank expression on his fac

New chapter

Arya's POV The house felt different. Quieter. Like something had been stripped out of it. Or maybe that was just me. It had been two weeks since everything went wrong. Two weeks since my near death experience. Two weeks since I ever saw or heard the name Kayla. Two weeks since I lost something I hadn’t even decided I wanted. Funny how that worked out. I stood by the large window in the living room with arms folded loosely across my chest, as I stared out at nothing in particular, thinking about how much I needed a warm hug from my grandma. The city stretched endlessly in front of me, loud and alive as always, completely unaware that my world had tilted off its axis. Cars moved, people laughed, liife carried on like nothing had happened. Life didn’t pause. Not for pain. Not for loss. It never did, at least not for people like me. A soft exhale left my lips as I shifted my weight slightly. My body still felt… off. Not weak. Just not mine. The doctors had said I w

Something was missing

Kayden's POV “Would you have wanted it?” The words echoed in my head, over and over again. The house was quiet. It wasn't the usual kind of quiet. It wasn't the controlled silence I was used to. This one felt… off. Like something was missing, but I couldn’t quite place what it was. I sat at my office desk staring at the file open in front of me, untouched for the past thirty minutes. My pen tapped lightly against the surface, the sound almost irritating. Focus, Kayden. That’s all you need to do. My jaw tightened slightly as I flipped the page, eyes scanning words I wasn’t actually reading. It had been weeks. Weeks, and somehow the house still hadn’t gone back to normal. Or maybe it wasn’t the house… maybe it was her. Maybe it was Arya that hadn't gone back to normal, and it was starting to affect me. In ways I didn't understand. There was always this weird tension between us. I ignored it whenever we were at an event or just any public space. But it was there nonet

Growth and complications

Arya's POV I forced myself to believe that everything was getting better. There was peace in the house now. No unnecessary bickering. I was without a child, and most importantly, my grandma was okay. I had spoken to her three days in a row over the phone. Kayden kept true to his word after all. She was receiving the best medical care. Dare I say she was going to live way longer than I thought. That was all I ever wanted. For her to be okay. So why was I feeling this unsettling void in my chest? Like this was all just temporary. Like something was bound to go wrong sooner than later. Or maybe it was just my pessimistic side trying to mess with my head. I took advantage of my joblessness, sleeping through most of the day and only waking up when Mary brought in food for me. Kayden had briefed her, without details, that I was going through something, so she made sure to take proper care of me whenever she was around. She had this quiet, motherly presence which made my m

Unforeseen goodbyes

Arya's POV There she was. Too small. Lying in the hospital bed, surrounded by machines that beeped softly around her. Her skin looked thinner. Paler. But her eyes Her eyes were open. “Arya…” she whispered weakly. Something inside me broke completely. “Grandma…” I rushed to her side, grabbing her hand carefully, like she might disappear if I held too tight. “I’m here,” I said quickly, my voice shaking. “I’m here, I came.” Her fingers curled weakly around mine. “You came,” she repeated softly, a faint smile forming on her lips. Tears spilled freely down my face. “Of course I came,” I said. She let out a small, tired breath. “I was waiting for you.” “I know. I'm so sorry it took me so long.” Behind me, I heard the door open again. Kayden. He didn’t say anything. He just stayed by the door, giving me space. “You look tired,” my grandma murmured, her gaze scanning my face. I let out a soft laugh through my tears. “You’re the one in the hospital and you’re worried

Time of death

Kayden's POV For some reason, my heart raced faster than it should have. It didn't make sense. It was her family in that bed, not mine. So why did my chest feel tight? Why did something feel… off? Then I heard it. A sharp, broken scream. Arya. I rushed back into the room without thinking. But by that time, I knew immediately. I was too late. Arya was on her knees beside the bed, gripping her grandmother’s hand like she could force life back into her. Like letting go wasn’t an option. Lauren was unresponsive. Still. I stepped forward and slammed my hand against the emergency button without taking my eyes off the scene. The monitor had gone flat. “No…” Arya whispered, shaking her head slowly. “No, no, no…” “Arya.” I called out. She ignored me. Or maybe she just didn't hear me. “Grandma?” She tried again, her voice breaking. “Please… please don’t do this to me.” Nothing. Just that sound. That horrible, endless sound from the monitor that told you everything

Empty spaces

Arya's POV It had been over a week. The house had never been this quiet before. Not even on the days Kayden disappeared into work for hours, or during those awkward weeks where we barely spoke unless cameras were involved. This silence was different. Heavy. The kind that sat on your chest and refused to move. I curled deeper into the couch, staring blankly at the untouched cup of tea Mary had left for me more than an hour ago. It had gone cold already. Everything had. My eyes drifted slowly around the living room. The huge windows, polished floors, and expensive furniture. It still didn’t feel like home. And now somehow, it felt even less like one. I pulled the sleeves of Kayden’s hoodie further over my hands before realising what exactly I was wearing. I hated that it smelled like him. Hated that I found comfort in it anyway. I leaned my head back against the couch, a shaky breath leaving my lips. The funeral was two days ago, and somehow the world still kept movi

Moving forward or backwards

Arya’s POV The car ride started quietly. Soft rain tapped the windows steadily as I stared outside, mindlessly watching the moving traffic blur past us. The city looked dull today. Grey. Like the weather itself was grieving with me. Beside me, Julia kept both hands on the steering wheel, surprisingly silent for once. My best guess was that she was trying to give me space to think. Which honestly deserved an award, because Julia and silence rarely existed in the same sentence. I gave her two minutes before she cracked. And of course, she didn't disappoint. “So…” she dragged out slowly, glancing at me briefly before returning her attention to the road. “What happens now?” A small snort escaped me despite myself. “Mhm. I was wondering how long it would take you.” “Girl, do you know how hard that was for me?” she complained dramatically. “I almost itched to death.” That earned a quiet laugh from me. Tiny, but real. Julia smiled faintly at the sound like she’d just acco

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