All Chapters of Trapped By Desire: Falling For A Heartless Billionaire : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Jane stood in front of the ticket counter at the dingy bus station, her feet tapping nervously against the cracked concrete floor. Her eyes darted left and right, scanning every shadow, every stranger who passed too close. The woman behind the counter moved with excruciating slowness, stamping tickets as if the world wasn’t closing in around Jane.“Can you hurry that up already?” Jane hissed, her voice tight with barely contained panic.The woman looked up, rolling her eyes. “Be patient, alright?”Finally, the stamp came down. The ticket slid across the counter. “Safe trip to Mexico.”Jane snatched it, threw a handful of crumpled bills at the woman, and stormed off without another word. Behind her, the attendant muttered, “Bitch,” and returned to her work.Outside, the evening air felt too exposed, too dangerous. Jane clutched the ticket like a fragile lifeline, her gaze sweeping the street desperately for any sign of the car Damien had promised to spirit her away. Her heart hammere

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” The man at the door said, his tone casual but edged with something sharper, like a blade hidden beneath velvet.Roman’s jaw tightened, the muscle twitching as though he were holding back words he didn’t want to say. His hand lingered on the doorframe, knuckles pale. Alana’s eyes narrowed, her breath catching. That voice. She was certain she knew it. She had heard it recently, though she couldn’t place where. Recognition hovered just out of reach, taunting her like a shadow she couldn’t grasp.Roman finally stepped aside, his movements stiff, reluctant. “Come in.”The man’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Thank you, brother.” His gaze slid past Roman and landed on Alana. Her face froze, shock marrying her features. She knew him now. Julian. Her substitute professor. The man who had lectured her only weeks ago, who had seemed so ordinary, so detached from the world she thought she knew. And yet here he was, calling Roman brother.The silence that

She sighed softly and rose from the pool’s edge, water cascading down her curves as she walked over to him. Without hesitation, she settled onto his thighs, straddling him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She rubbed her face against the warm, solid plane of his chest, breathing him in.“You smell good,” she giggled.“And you’re soaking me,” Roman replied, though the corner of his mouth twitched with amusement.At that, Alana shook her head playfully, sending droplets flying across his face. Roman tried to block the spray with one hand, laughing despite himself while she dissolved into chuckles.“Come swim with me,” she coaxed, standing up from his lap and tugging gently on his arm. “It’s just us.”“I don’t feel like getting wet this afternoon,” he said, leaning back. “I think I’ll just sit here and enjoy the sun.”Alana rolled her eyes, glancing up at the massive glass ceiling that arched high above the indoor pool. Sunlight filtered through in soft, golden shafts, catching on

Alana decided to visit her aunt Rosalind that afternoon. It had been over a month since they last saw each other. The moment Rosalind came down from her room and saw her niece, her eyes welled with tears. She pulled Alana into a tight, heartfelt embrace, holding her as if afraid she might vanish again.“My dear, sweet girl,” Rosalind whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ve missed you so much.”Alana hugged her back warmly, feeling a comforting sense of home in her aunt’s arms. Once they settled in the cozy living room, Alana shared her news with a soft smile. “I got married, Aunt Rosalie. To Roman Ashford.”Rosalie’s face lit up with pure joy, her hands clapping together in delight. “Ryan explained the situation to me. That’s wonderful! But why didn’t you invite me to the wedding, darling?”“It was a flash marriage,” Alana explained gently. “We wanted something private and quick. There simply wasn’t time for invitations or a big celebration.”Rosalind didn’t fully understand

Her eyes dropped to the files, scanning each name. “I am asking how many shares you hold, Mr Kuznetsov.” she pressed again.“Um.. about 1.2 percent,” he responded, straightening in his chair, uncomfortably.“Okay." Alana focused on the others at the table. "If there are no more questions, I would like to address the board properly now. As the new chairwoman, I will respect the existing management system of this company and enforce changes where necessary. I noticed that the company’s overall revenue has declined by twenty-five percent over the last five years. Why is that?”She looked around the table expectantly. One shareholder cleared his throat. “You would have to ask the previous chairwoman, Miss Ashford,” he answered politely.“I see. So you are telling me the board was unable to question the fact that our revenue had dropped and that company funds were being spent on lavish personal expenses?” she challenged. “It seems none of you truly care about the shares you hold in this c