Semua Bab Trapped by the Ruthless Tycoon: Bab 1 - Bab 4

The library was a cavernous monument to wealth.Two stories of dark walnut bookshelves towered toward the ceiling, lined with thousands of leather-bound volumes beneath the low glow of recessed amber lighting. Overhead, a massive crystal chandelier hung like a shining crown. Yet despite the suffocating luxury, the room felt dead silent and terrifying—a gilded cage designed to swallow a person whole.At the far end of the sprawling room, a man stood with his back turned.He faced a floor-to-ceiling glass wall looking out over the tempestuous, storm-lashed ocean. Towering and broad-shouldered, his dark charcoal suit was tailored impeccably to his large frame. In his right hand, he loosely held a short crystal tumbler filled with dark amber liquid.He didn't flinch when the heavy doors clicked shut behind me. His body remained still—the terrifying stillness of a man who owned everything in his line of sight and feared nothing.I didn't wait for him to turn around.The fear suffocating my

I lay motionless in the dark, staring at the high ceiling as my breathing slowly evened out. My skin felt icy, my lips burned from his touch, and a deep, agonizing shame pressed against my chest. I hated Roman Sterling. I hated his power, his ruthless leverage, and the suffocating walls of his island estate.I turned onto my side, burying my face into the pillow, and let the quiet, bitter tears fall until exhaustion finally pulled me under.For three full days, I became a ghost.I consumed every meal Mrs. Gable delivered without protest. I swallowed the daily vitamins Doctor Garrick handed me. I stopped screaming at the guards, and I never uttered Aiden's name within Roman's earshot.I allowed everyone on St. Jude's Island to believe I had yielded.Behind my calm exterior, however, my mind calculated every detail. During my permitted walks in the walled courtyard, I mapped the grounds. I memorized the guard rotations—six o'clock sharp, morning and evening. I marked a blind spot along