All Chapters of Trapped with the billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Gracie's soft voice dispelled the silence, drawing me into Mr. Callaghan's captivating gaze. His warm, enigmatic smile unfolded, illuminating his chiseled features. Time seemed to pause. As our hands touched, a jolt of electricity ran through me. His firm handshake yielded to a gentle, lingering kiss on my skin. Shivers danced down my spine. His eyes, bright with genuine interest, held mine, sparking an undeniable connection. "Delighted, Emily," he whispered, his low, velvety voice weaving a spell. Our smiles intertwined, and conversation flowed effortlessly, like a tranquil summer evening, filling the air with promise. His words dripped with sincerity, and I found myself entranced. As I extended my hand, Mr. Callaghan's gaze locked onto mine. I attempted to withdraw, but he held firm, his lips grazing my skin in a gentle, lingering kiss. "Enchanted, Miss Wilburn," he murmured, his voice low and velvety. His unexpected gesture left me breathless. Gracie's subtle nudge brought me ba

EMILY’S POV "I should have known there'd be a catch," I thought, wary of Cade’s sudden change of heart. He didn't do favors without expecting something in return. His reputation preceded him – ruthless and cunning. "What do you want in exchange for giving us another chance?" I asked, my tone cautious. "You heard my conversation with my mom, right?" Cade asked, his eyes narrowing. "Not all of it," I replied, choosing my words carefully. Cade's expression turned skeptical. "Really?" he drawled, his voice dripping with disbelief. "How convenient." He took a step closer, his gaze piercing. "Don't play games with me, Emily. I know you heard more than you're letting on." "Fine, I overheard some of it," I admitted. "You have someone you love and want to marry, right?" Cade's smile broadened, clearly amused. "Just as I fooled my mom, I fooled you too?" His eyes sparkled with mischief. "You don't truly love anyone, then?" I asked. Cade's expression turned serious. "I don't believe i

"I'm sorry, Mr. Callaghan," I said, turning to face him. "I just can't pretend to be your wife. I'm someone who values honesty, and I doubt I could keep up the charade." Mr. Callaghan's eyes narrowed, his voice low and urgent. "Just give me an answer already," he whispered, his words dripping with desperation. I hesitated, feeling a pang of sympathy for the man. But I stood firm, knowing I couldn't compromise my values. "I'm sorry, Mr. Callaghan. I really am." His face fell, and he slumped back in his chair. "What will you do about the eviction of your house?" he asked, his voice laced with resignation. "Where will you get the money?" "I'll find a way, an honest way at that," I replied firmly. Just then, Sally, our neighbor, called out my name, her voice laced with urgency. "It's a good thing you're here, Emily... your mom... your mom..." She trailed off, her eyes wide with concern. My heart skipped a beat as I felt a surge of worry. "What happened to my mom?" I asked, my voice

I stood frozen, my eyes locked on Brad's face, as if I was staring at a ghost. It had been a year since he walked out of my life, leaving me shattered and heartbroken. He had chosen wealth and status over our love, opting to marry his rich boss's daughter instead. Why was he here now? What did he expect to achieve by coming back into my life? I couldn't help but wonder as I stood there, my mind reeling with questions. Brad's words cut through my thoughts, his voice low and husky as he whispered, "My love." Before I could react, he pulled me into a kiss, his lips crashing down on mine with a fierce intensity. I tried to pull away, but Brad's hold on me was too strong. He deepened the kiss, his tongue probing my lips, sending shivers down my spine. I felt a spark of emotion ignite within me, but I quickly extinguished it, reminding myself of the pain he had caused me. Brad's grip on my hands was warm and familiar, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal. "I have missed you,

CADE’S POV I sat in silence, collecting my thoughts as I gazed out the plane window. The endless expanse of clouds and sky stretched out before me, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside. I didn't know where to begin explaining the island I grew up on, a place that held so many painful memories. "I hardly ever go back to the island," I said finally, my voice low and introspective. "Mainly because of my mom, who's always pushing me to marry Isabel. She's been obsessed with the idea of our families merging, and she won't take no for an answer." I paused, my eyes clouding over as the memories threatened to surface. "But it's not just that," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. "There are things I did, and had to go through, on that island. Things that I've tried to keep hidden, even from myself." I felt a shiver run down my spine as the memories began to resurface. "Things that, if they got out, would ruin me for good," I added, my voice laced with a hint of desperat