All Chapters of Trapped By Desire: Falling For A Heartless Billionaire : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Alana woke up with a terrible hangover, her head pounding so violently that the room seemed to tilt. She lay frozen for a moment, her eyes squinting against the morning light while she tried to piece together where she was or how she had even gotten there. She eventually managed to drag herself out of bed, her muscles aching as she stumbled into the bathroom. She splashed freezing water over her face and rinsed out her mouth, trying to wash away the stale taste of whiskey. When she finally looked up into the mirror, she winced; she was still wearing the midnight-black silk gown from the previous night, and she looked like absolute crap.She stepped out of the bathroom, crossing the floor toward the exit to figure out whose roof she was under. The second she opened the bedroom door, she nearly collided with a maid in her 30s who was standing in the corridor, holding a silver tray with a steaming mug. The woman had her hand raised, just about to knock."Good morning, Alana," the maid

Roman sat on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees. His eyes stayed fixed on the floor like he was still standing in the middle of those old years. Alana stayed right beside him. Her hand rested warm on his arm. She did not speak yet. She just gave him the space to resume talking whenever he was ready. “I left the syndicate when I was eighteen,” he said after a long breath. “Walked away from everything I knew and went straight to Mr. Beaufort.” He paused and rubbed a hand over his mouth. “His company was already on the edge of collapsing back then. His first son had made a mess that could not be cleaned up easy. He killed a woman who belonged to a dangerous cartel. That one mistake came back around hard. It ended up killing him.” Alana’s fingers stayed gentle on his arm while she listened. “Nobody outside the inner circle ever found out he was dead,” Roman continued. “Beaufort covered the whole thing. He let people believe his son was off traveling or laid up sick

CHAPTER 116: “That was fucking amazing,” he said, his voice strained with a heavy, uneven edge. “But I am nowhere near done with you yet.”He shifted, withdrawing carefully before turning her onto her stomach with effortless strength. Alana pushed up onto her elbows, the cool air hitting her skin just a moment before his warmth settled behind her. Roman’s hands gripped her hips, tilting her up to meet him. When he drove back into her, it was one smooth, unhurried push that sank deeper than before, stretching her in a way that stole the air from her lungs.Both of them caught their breath, a shared moan vibrating between them at the new angle.“Fuck… even deeper like this,” Alana gasped.Roman leaned over her back, one arm braced against the mattress to support his weight while his other hand slid forward, cupping her breast. He picked up the rhythm again, long, powerful strokes that buried him completely inside her. The heat of his body pressed along her spine as Alana pushed back

Paintbrush bristles scraped against the stretched canvas as Roman's mother blended shades of pale blue, completely unbothered by her son's sudden exit. Standing near the doorway, an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of Alana's stomach as she watched the older woman work."I should let you get back to your work, Ma'am," Alana said gently, keeping her tone light so as not to disrupt the peaceful atmosphere. "It was really wonderful meeting you."Roman's mother paused, setting her brush down on the small wooden tray beside her easel. She looked up, her expression softening into a sweet, slightly unfocused smile. "Ma'am makes me sound like an old schoolteacher. My name is Katerina. Please, just call me Katerina.""I'll remember that, Katerina," Alana promised softly with a genuine smile. "You'll tell Roman to bring me back soon, right?""You'll come back with him next week, won't you? He forgets to visit sometimes when work gets busy," Katerina replied, her voice filled with quiet warmth

CHAPTER 120 : THIS DETERMINED That same night, Roman had their bags packed and ready as they boarded their private flight back to New York. During the flight, Alana could not stop worrying about Gage. She could only hope he was okay. If it were not for him, she would probably be dead by now. He had risked his life to save her, and the thought of something happening to him because of her made her chest tighten painfully. Her fingers clenched together as she sat beside Roman, guilt eating at her from the inside. She would never be able to forgive herself if anything happened to him. It had been her idea to go out and get something to eat. If she had never suggested it, maybe Gage would not be in the hospital right now, hurt. By the time they arrived at the penthouse, exhaustion had settled heavily over her. The moment the elevator doors opened, Alana stepped out and headed straight toward the bedroom. All she wanted was to sleep. Roman noticed how sullen his wife was, but he did