All Chapters of Trapped In The Billionaire’s World : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Finding Ma

Arya's POV The hallway smelled exactly the same. Old paint. Dust. And someone’s burnt food from another apartment downstairs. Funny how life kept moving here too. Nothing changed. Not for heartbreak, not for grief, not for girls who disappeared into billionaire houses and came back different. My footsteps slowed as Julia and I walked toward the apartment door. Apartment 3B. Home. Or whatever version of home it used to be. The closer I got, the tighter my chest felt. “You sure you’re okay?” Julia asked quietly beside me. “No,” I answered honestly. Her expression softened a little, but she didn’t push and I appreciated that. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out the spare key slowly. For a second, I just stared at it in my palm. Small and ordinary, yet somehow it felt heavier than it should. “You know,” Julia said carefully, “we can always come back another day.” “Ughh,” I shook my head immediately. “Stop suggesting that. If I leave now, I won’t come back.” And I knew

Tell Arya I love her

Arya’s POV “Who’s Rose?” Julia asked, turning one of the envelopes over in her hand. I looked up immediately, surprised to hear the name. “Uh…” I cleared my throat softly. “That’s my mum.” Julia’s eyes widened slightly. “Wait seriously?” I nodded once. “What does it say?” “It’s a letter,” she murmured, unfolding the paper carefully. Her eyes scanned over the contents for a few seconds before her expression shifted. “Ari,” she said quietly, handing it over to me. “You should probably read this yourself.” My fingers trembled slightly as I took it from her. The paper looked old and worn at the edges, like it had been opened and reread too many times over the years. I swallowed hard before looking down at the handwriting. It was neat. Almost familiar somehow. “This was fifteen years ago,” I whispered absentmindedly after spotting the date at the top corner. Then I started reading. Dear mum, I’m sorry I had to take such drastic decisions, but I believe you understand the

I'm not drunk

Arya's POV Guessing the password for the laptop Julia and I found turned out to be a complete fail. We tried everything. My birthday. Grandma’s birthday. My father’s name. Rose. Arya. Different combinations of all of them. Nothing worked. Thankfully for me, Julia was criminally talented with technology. A hidden talent not many people knew she had. Unfortunately for me, the laptop was ancient. Which meant she had to take it home and “work her magic,” as she put it, while dramatically wiggling her fingers in my face. So for now, all I could do was wait. And I hated waiting. It put me on edge. I thought about sleeping over at the apartment for the night. I really did. But the second Julia left me alone in Lauren’s room for barely five minutes, the reality hit too hard, and I couldn’t do it. So eventually, sometime around ten pm, I called an Uber and went back to Kayden’s mansion. Home. Well… whatever it was now. Exhaustion sat heavily on my shoulders the moment I

Vodka and bad decisions

Kayden's POV I should’ve stopped this before it started. That was the first thought in my head the second I felt Arya's lips on mine. Not because I didn’t want it. Fuck. That was exactly the problem. I wanted it too much. My hands stayed on her waist as I kissed her again, slower this time, trying and failing to keep my head clear. She tasted like vodka and bad decisions. And somehow, I still wanted more. I pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her properly. Her lips were swollen from kissing, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes softer than I’d ever seen them before. And somehow she still looked sad. That part pissed me off more than it should’ve. I wanted to kiss all her pain and grief away. My thumb brushed lightly against her cheek before I could stop myself. “You sure?” I asked quietly. For a second, she just stared at me. Then she pulled back, grabbing the bottle from the counter. “I didn't take you for a guy with morals.” My lips lifted up in a smirk. “I

Vodka and bad decisions II

Arya's POV Never in a million years did I think I would find myself in this same position as I was the first day I met him. But yet, here I was. On my knees for Kayden in nothing but a red thong, with my fingers wrapped carefully around his dick. I guess the alcohol was making decisions for me now. But either way, I wanted this. I just wanted to forget. Even if it was just for a few minutes. I didn't want to think about my mom, or my dead grandma, or whatever dreadful information I would find in the laptop. I wanted it all gone, just for tonight. And that brought me to this very moment. My pussy throbbed as I brought his cock to my mouth, swirling my tongue repeatedly on the head. I heard him hiss as he brought a hand to my hair, guiding me even deeper as I took as much of him as possible. “Fuck, Arya.” He groaned. “Yes, just like that.” I continued bobbing my head, stroking what was left of his shaft that couldn't fit. I gagged a bit when he pushed my head to

Do you regret it?

Arya's POV I woke up with a terrible hangover. I haven't had one in a while. For a few seconds, I just laid there staring at the ceiling, still half asleep, trying to piece together where exactly I was. Then the faint smell of his cologne hit me. Kayden. My eyes widened slightly as everything from last night came rushing back all at once. My face burned instantly. “Oh fucking hell,” I cursed under my breath, dragging a hand over my face. What the hell did I do? Slowly, I turned my head toward the other side of the bed. Empty. The sheets beside me were cold already. A bitter laugh almost escaped me. So history was going to repeat itself. Again. Why was I even surprised? The last time I was in this room, I had bundles of cash thrown at me like I was some hooker who had just completed a task on demand. I sat up slowly, pulling the sheets tighter around myself as my thoughts started spiralling. This was just another hookup. Yes we were married, but it was still a hoo

Do you regret it? II

Kayden's POV I regretted asking the second the words left my mouth. The room suddenly felt too small Arya's hand froze around her coffee cup. And just like that, I wished I could take the question back. Not because I didn't want the answer, but because I wasn't sure I could handle it. What if she regretted the night we had? I had been trying to study her all morning but she had a thing for being unreadable. And she was too damn good at it. For weeks, I'd convinced myself nothing had changed. That this was still the same arrangement we'd agreed to. A contract. A temporary inconvenience. A business deal with rings attached. However you would call it. At the end of the day, it was supposed to be a simple, clean and controlled arrangement. I mean, I had it all under control. Then somewhere along the way, everything got messy. I started noticing things I wasn't supposed to notice, especially after the big incident with Kayla. The way she tucked her legs underneath her

The laptop

Arya's POV By noon, Kayden had disappeared to work and I had successfully spent quite a number of hours pretending I wasn't thinking about our conversation.Or the fact that he didn't regret it.Or the fact that I didn't regret it either.Unfortunately, my brain was determined to replay every second of that morning… and night, against my will.But was it really against my will though?Because if my brain wanted to replay images of hot, hot sex with Kayden, I wasn't complaining.The only downside was that it made me want to do it again. And I could not let that happen. Once was a mistake, twice was a compromise, three times…?My phone rang, pulling me out of my daydream.Julia.I answered immediately. "Please tell me you didn't call just to annoy me.""First of all, rude."I bit back a smile. "Second of all," she continued dramatically, "I have news."That got my attention. I sat up straighter on the couch. "What kind of news?""The kind that made me survive on two energy drinks an

Blackwood & Co.

Arya's POV Dozens of files appeared when Julia clicked on the folder. Emails.Financial statements.Internal reports.My brows knitted in confusion. Safe to say Julia's expression mirrored mine perfectly."What am I looking at?"Julia leaned closer."I think..." she muttered, clicking one of the documents. "...holy shit.""What?""Arya."The expression on her face made my stomach tighten."What?" I repeated, getting impatient. She slowly turned the screen towards me. “Doesn't this look a bit familiar?”I leaned in, squinting my eyes a bit as I analysed the logo. “No…” I replied after a moment. “Not really.”“What do you mean no? Look closely.” Julia insisted. Wait…B&C? “Blackwood and Co.?!” I exclaimed, eyes wide. “Bingo.”My confusion deepened. “The same one? Kayden's one? But how?”Julia kept scrolling on the laptop as I tried and failed to put the pieces together in my head. "Here. Read this."I took the laptop.At first, none of it made sense.Corporate accounts, offshore

Cracks

Kayden's POVI was supposed to be working.Instead, I found myself staring at the same page for almost ten minutes.The numbers blurred together.Revenue, expenses, projected growth, none of it was registering into my brain.Which was irritating because work had always been the one thing I could control.No surprises.No emotions.No complicated conversations.Just results.Lately, that wasn't the case.My focus had been shit for weeks.Ever since the hospital.Ever since Lauren died.And most importantly, ever since Arya started looking at me differently… or maybe I was the one looking at her differently.I didn't know anymore.All I knew was that that was probably the best sex I've had in a very long time, and I was happy she didn't regret doing it with me… again. A knock sounded against the office door."Come in."My assistant stepped inside."Mr. Blackwood, the board meeting starts in five minutes."I glanced at the clock.Already? “Right."She hesitated before speaking again. "Y

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