All Chapters of Entrapped By The Psychotic Billionaire Devil : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

TATEThat's right.The name's Tate. Tate fucking Parker. The one and only. Like no other. I'm legendary. You could say that I'm the alpha of this whole freaking campus. I mean, sure, there are competitors, but I thrive on crushing them.I'm the guy everyone wants a taste of. I have the whole damn place eating out of the palm of my hand; girls trailing behind me between classes like lost puppies, guys trying to copy my walk, my style, my vibe. Haha.Professors pretend they hate me, but even they know better than to fail the legendary Tate Parker.I got good genes. My face? Chiseled like it was custom-ordered from the gods. My hair? Brown, thick, lustrous and silky. My jaw? As sharp as a dagger blade. My green eyes? killer! They make panties drop faster than you can say “please.”And my body? Hehe. Sculpted from years of sports, weights, and pure dominance. And to wrap it up, I'm a six-foot-three of pure, unfiltered perfection, baby!You want me now, too, don't you? Haha, don't be embar

JULIAN Belcroquant has been underperforming compared to our restaurants in other locations these past few months. My initial plan was to shut it down with immediate effect, instead of spending resources for nothing.But my assistant, Patrick, told me it had the potential and somehow managed to convince me not to shut it down... yet. He told me that all Belcroquant needed was an advertisement campaign.But of course, that would most probably be a total waste of money. One influencer post was all the opportunity this place was getting.Last month, the advertisement team hired an influencer. They worked together and made a video, which was then uploaded to the Internet. I watched the first ten seconds of the video and thought it was mediocre at best.But surprisingly enough, the outcome exceeded my expectations. And mind you, I have very high standards. In just under a month, Belcroquant has made it to our top three best performers.All from just one influencer post.Thus, as a means to

TATEI swung my feet off the bed and sat up.“Dad's company got sold, and they were all fired.” My immediate little sister, Angie, told me. “He looks so devastated, and Mom has been trying to console him since he got the news. Maybe you should come down here.” I let out a soft sigh and ran a hand through my disheveled hair. “Alright, I'll be there in a moment. Thanks for calling and letting me know, Angie.” “No problem.” The call got disconnected. I palmed my face, letting out a soft sigh before pushing myself to my feet. I didn't need to look around to know that Ajax had already left for class. Ugh, that bookworm.I stripped and stepped under the shower. After a quick, cold bath, I exited the bathroom and got dressed the way the legendary Tate Parker gets dressed: a tight white vest clinging to my skin, revealing every ridge of my athletic torso, blue jeans riding low on my waist and a dark jacket over the vest.I slapped the baseball cap on my head, the head facing backward, then

TATE “Alright, everyone.” The professor concluded, “This is the end of today's lecture. Please make sure to submit your thesis before the week ends.”Ugh, fucking finally.Everyone stood to their feet and started making their way outside. I snatched my backpack from the floor and rose, slinging it over my neck. A girl walked up to me as I stepped out onto the aisle, face flushed, a shy, faint smile on her face. “Hi, you're Tate, right? I'm Tracy…” “Not interested.” I cut her off, tone sharp and curt, quickly brushing past her. I stepped out in the hallway and found Braden leaning against the wall, arms folded, obviously waiting for me.“Dude, where the hell have you been?” He asked, walking alongside me as I trudged down the hallway. “You weren't answering any of your texts.”“Sorry, something came up.” I said apologetically. “I had to go home.”“You mean, back home, to your parents' house?”“Yes.” “What happened?” He asked in concern. “Is your mom sick or something? Or your dad?

TATE Braden was leaning against my car, arms folded across his chest, face pulled in a thoughtful, worried demeanor, head held low.He stood upright and unfolded his arms, letting them drop to his sides when he saw me coming “Tate.” He called, regarding me intently. “What happened?”“Exactly what should.” I said, feeling slightly fulfilled, though aware of the lingering fury flickering in my chest. “I let that old bastard know that I'm not to be messed with.”“So, you really did that?” He asked in disbelief, lips parted slightly.“Yeah, the fuck I did.” I said harshly, rounded the car and opened the driver's door. “That's exactly why I came here, wasn't it? Come on, let's head back.”I slid under the steering wheel, and Braden climbed onto the passenger seat. I turned on the ignition and set the car in motion.“How did he take it?” Braden asked.“Don't know. Don't care.”“Do you think that this was the right thing for you to do?” “Seriously, dude. Cut it out!” I exploded at him, fr