All Chapters of Trapped with the billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

EMILY’S POV A WEEK LATERAs I settled into the patio, the warm sunlight danced across my face, a gentle reminder of the new beginnings unfolding before me. The resort, once a distant dream, was now a vibrant reality, its transformation underway. Just one week into the renovation, the mansion was abuzz with activity – contractors, designers, and workers flowing in and out, each contributing to the rebirth.Among the chaos, I've met a handful of remarkable individuals, their kindness and expertise a balm to my frazzled nerves. From Emma, the designer with an artist's eye, to Jack, the contractor with a heart of gold, each person has brought a unique energy to the project.As I sat amidst the whirlwind of progress, I felt pride and accomplishment swell within me. This resort, born from my passion and perseverance, would soon become a haven for others – a place to unwind, reconnect, and rediscover.It had been a week since Cade's absence began to weigh on me. Hi

EMILY’S POV I hesitated, frozen in fear, as I gazed up at the house. Mrs. Cade's piercing stare only intensified my unease."Where is Cade?" she asked, her voice low and even, as she descended the stairs towards me.My heart racing, I raised a trembling hand to ward her off. "Don't come close!" I yelled, my voice cracking.Mrs. Cade halted, her eyes narrowing. "What's wrong with you?" she demanded. "I only want to know where my son is."Undeterred, she resumed her approach, her deliberate steps sending shivers down my spine."Stop!" I pleaded, my eyes darting wildly. "Just stay back."Mrs. Cade's gaze locked onto mine, her expression a mix of confusion and concern."I said don't come close!" I screamed, my voice hoarse, as I collapsed to the floor. Mrs. Cade's approach sent waves of panic through me."Are you okay?" she asked, her hand reaching out, but I scrambled backward, fueled by fear.Memories continued to flood my mind, each one more unsettling than the last. Mrs. Cade's voic

EMILY’S POV Cade's mother pressed on, her curiosity unrelenting. "Come, Emily, tell us about your wedding day. We're all eager to hear."The silence stretched, heavy with expectation. I struggled to find words, my mind racing with the lies I'd have to concoct.Just as I opened my mouth to fabricate a response, Cade intervened, his voice firm. "Mother, our wedding day is private. Stop badgering my wife with questions."His mother's eyes narrowed, her gaze shifting from me to Cade. "It's not unreasonable to want to know about my only son's wedding. You don't think it's strange I'm interested, do you?" she asked, her tone laced with subtle accusation.Her eyes locked onto mine, searching for cracks in our facade. I felt a surge of panic, my heart racing with the fear of being exposed."But it seems like you're hiding something, Cade," Isabel said, her voice dripping with skepticism.I knew I had to intervene before suspicions grew. "We have nothing to hide," I began, fabricating a story

EMILY’S POV "What's this picture?" I asked, my curiosity piqued, as I pointed to the photograph in the maid's hands."It's the pictures of the past workers of the resort," one of the maids replied, a gentle smile on her face."Past workers?" I repeated, incredulous. "All these people in this album were once workers of the resort?"The maids nodded in unison, their eyes sparkling with a knowing glint.I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed at the picture, my heart racing with a mix of emotions. There, smiling and vibrant, were my parents. I couldn't believe it."This can't be!" I muttered softly, my voice barely audible over the pounding in my ears.The room seemed to spin around me, memories flooding my mind. My parents had never mentioned working at the resort. Why had they kept it a secret?I felt a lump form in my throat as I reached out to touch the picture, tracing the contours of my parents' faces. A wave of nostalgia washed over me, followed by a sense of unease.I clut

CADE’S POV "Emily's hurt!" Stephanie's frantic cry pierced the air, sending a shiver down my spine. I rushed downstairs, my heart racing with concern, as David carefully navigated the stairs, Emily's limp form cradled in his arms.As I reached the bottom step, I instinctively stretched out my arms to take Emily from David, but he swiftly passed me, his face etched with worry and determination. His eyes, usually bright and carefree, now seemed dull and troubled."What happened to her?" Stephanie trailed behind, her anxious voice trembling as she struggled to keep pace with David's urgent strides.David didn't slow down or look back. "No time for questions," he called over his shoulder, his voice firm but laced with a hint of desperation. "Get the doctor, now!"Stephanie sprang into action, dashing to the phone as David gently laid Emily on the nearest couch. I watched, feeling helpless, as Emily's fragile body seemed to sink into the cushions.David's hands lingered