Lahat ng Kabanata ng Trapped By Desire: Falling For A Heartless Billionaire : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The doctor's office remained hushed, the persistent hum of the air conditioning filling the small space as Dr. Aris studied the lab results on his monitor. He shifted in his seat, the leather creaking slightly before he rubbed the bridge of his nose and looked across the desk at Alana."Mrs. Ashford, we need to discuss your routine," he began, his voice carrying a measured, professional weight. "Your recent blood panels indicate a severe reaction to the contraceptive pills you have been taking these last few months."Alana knit her brows, her fingers tightening around the cold armrests of the chair until her knuckles turned white."I thought they were perfectly fine," she countered, her voice laced with defensive confusion. "My husband handles my medications. He wanted to ensure we were being entirely responsible while I transitioned into the company and managed the stress of the trial."Dr. Aris offered a small, sympathetic nod."I understand his intentions, and it is clear he wants

Roman eventually returned to the penthouse late that night, the sound of the front door clicking shut signaling his arrival. Alana lay perfectly still under the covers, keeping her eyes shut as she simulated the slow rhythm of deep sleep. She listened to the rustle of his jacket being shed in the hallway, followed by the familiar thud of his briefcase meeting the rug. Her mind raced with the memory of Damien’s chilling presence on this very mattress, but she forced her body to remain completely motionless. When the bedroom door pushed open, a sliver of light from the corridor cut across the ceiling. Roman stepped inside, his movements careful as he bypassed the edge of the bed to avoid waking her. He changed into his sleepwear without turning on the lamps, sliding under the sheets a moment later. She kept her face turned away, saying absolutely nothing about Damien’s intrusion or the hidden manila envelope resting inside her dresser.The mattress shifted as Roman rolled over, his ar

:"Welcome to my sanctuary, Alana," Damien said, his voice flat as he lowered the silver shears. "The white roses are particularly exceptional this season, don't you think? They require an immense amount of care, but the final result is always worth the effort."Alana kept her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her posture rigid as she stood near the entrance of the humid conservatory. "I didn't spend an hour in a taxi to discuss your gardening habits, Damien.""Do you always lack patience," Damien murmured, his pale eyes tracking a thick stem. He reached out to adjust a branch, and a sharp, jagged thorn sliced straight through the skin of his index finger, a thick droplet of crimson blood instantly welling up on his skin. He didn't flinch, hiss, or show a single trace of physical discomfort, his expression remaining entirely frozen as he casually wiped the blood against his white sleeve. "A small price to pay for perfection."The frosted glass doors clicked open behind her, and

The private elevator doors slid open, and Alana stepped into the penthouse. The leather strap of her handbag cut into her palm as she tightened her grip, keeping her posture upright.From the kitchen, the housekeeper arranged silver and chopped vegetables. Roman was in the living area, wearing casual grey knit clothes. His laptop rested on his thighs, his fingers moving across the keyboard.When he heard her footsteps, he closed the screen and set the device aside. A warm smile spread across his face as he stood up."Welcome back, beautiful," Roman murmured sweetly, walking toward her. "You had a long afternoon at the firm. Go ahead and freshen up upstairs. Emily says dinner will be on the table in ten minutes."He reached out to brush his fingers against her cheek, but Alana's entire body went rigid. She leaned back, pulling away from his touch."Thank you," Alana replied, her voice stiff. "I will be right back down."Roman blinked, a flicker of confusion crossing his features before

Outside, a heavy rain began to fall, the cool drops splashing against the gravel and soaking through his dark clothing. He got back into his car, staring through the wet windshield as the wipers sliced across the glass. The damp, heavy atmosphere seemed to pull him under, dragging his consciousness away from the current conflict. As he sat there in the darkness, the defensive walls in his mind crumbled entirely, and the vivid memories of Kim returned to flood his senses.The rain faded away into a different time, the scenery shifting completely into the master bedroom of his estate from two years ago.Kim was lying in the center of the plush bed, looking incredibly fragile against the stark white sheets. Her illness had taken a massive toll, weakening her body drastically, but her beauty remained undeniable. She had long, raven black hair that cascaded across the pillows in dark waves, framing a face that was still deeply endearin