Todos los capítulos de Trapped By The Wicked Billionaire: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The man in front of the mirror fastened the buttons of his black shirt and tucked it into his black jeans before checking himself in the mirror. After some thought, he flicked the top button open, allowing a sliver of his skin to peer out tantalizingly. Satisfied, he worked on his tousled hair, arranging it perfectly without it looking like he had dumped all the hair product on his head. Ethaniel took another moment to appraise himself in front of the full-length mirror. He looked different from usual. If his business associates came across him, they would walk past without realizing who he was. Ethaniel Ryves armed himself in expensive tailored three-piece suits and stoicism that made people rethink their controversial life choices. Indeed, in these casual clothes and relaxed hairstyle, he looked nothing like his usual ruthless self.If his business associates saw him, they would look away without recognizing him. Ethaniel Ryves armed himself in expensive suits and stoicism that ma

RIVA POV:I was so caught up in the thought that I didn’t register his movement. I didn’t have the time to react when he flipped us over and hovered over me. My eyes widened when he reached between my legs.“Protection,” I yelped urgently.He froze for a split second.“I might be rash, but I am not irresponsible,” I muttered self-depracatingly.He nodded, a faraway look in his eyes. He reached to the side and grabbed something from the closest drawer. I watched with rapt attention as he tore the packet open and rolled it over his length. And then, he was pressed against my folds, pushing into me.I yelped. I scratched. I allowed him to rule over me and ruin me.I had no opportunity to think. Except that we fit exquisitely well. Like the last two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. He knew exactly which buttons to press and where to linger. He nibbled behind my ear, whispering the right words. He sucked on my nipples and caressed my thighs, his cool fingers jarring against my

RIVA POV:Mr. Havelland interrupted once again, this time forcibly. “Could I get a minute with my client, please?”“That is not necessary,” I tried to speak but the lawyer continued.“I think it is in your best interest if you listen to me first.”I scoffed. “Very well. Let me have a word with Mr. Havelland even though he is not my lawyer. He can then shove these papers.”The officer stood up, eyeing us warily. “Look, this is not how it goes.”Simon showed the cop to the door. “A minute. Please.”There was no room for argument. The cop left the room reluctantly but Simon didn’t seem to be in a hurry. I had no intention of rushing him either. I would face the consequences even though I had not done anything wrong. But I was willing to listen to Simon. But I hoped it was good, or I would have an assault charge added.Simon sipped on his coffee and looked over some notes. “Riva Hearst. 25. Born in Gerva. Your father, Drew Hearst, was a Ranger before he was injured and left duty.” He chuc

RIVA POV:“You will stay in this bedroom from now on. You can decorate it as you deem fit. I have asked someone to bring your belongings from your apartment. It should arrive shortly.”I didn’t want to know how he managed to find a company to move so quickly, or know which apartment I lived in. The thought that he had known I would eventually cave and live with him irked me. But what was the use of asking him? It wasn’t like he would answer my questions if I asked.“You’re being quieter than usual. But I understand… You’ll have plenty of time to adapt to your new home,” he interrupted my silence. I looked at him. How would he know how much I spoke? From the short conversation over the loud music? On a night I was working, hoping to bag tips? I wanted to bite back.But was there any use talking to him? He would use every word that came from my mouth against me and push me into a corner. Lord knows what he would threaten me with next.I glanced around the room hesitantly. The living co

RIVA POV:I woke up disoriented and my throat hurt. Since I had problems falling asleep last night, I woke up later than usual but felt groggier than I did after eight hours of sleep. The house was awfully quiet and a quick look around told me I had been left alone. Ethaniel had gone off to work while Snow was in some class. The girl had just returned from a year of travel abroad, living away from family, and she had a tutor come to the house until she started school the next education year.I took a long shower and put on my makeup in front of the mirror, but I couldn’t help but feel a little lost. I hadn’t had a day to myself in a while. But the circumstances in which I got some time off was extraordinary. Unfortunately, I didn’t have close friends whom I could call or hang out with. I had moved to the big city in search of anonymity and I guarded it dearly. I didn’t want anyone to know who I was or where I had come from. And in the end, my wish had come true. But the downside w