All Chapters of TRAPPED BY A RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. My head was pounding with a terrible headache, and I could feel the pain beating against my skull. As I looked around, I saw the empty bottle on the floor, a reminder of the previous night's events. I must have drunk too much, because I couldn't remember much of what had happened.I tried to sit up, but my body ached all over. My muscles felt stiff and sore, and I could feel the weight of my exhaustion bearing down on me. I looked around the room, taking in the mess that I had made. My shirt was stained and wrinkled, and my hair was a tangled mess. I looked like I had been through a war.I slowly got to my feet, using the wall to support myself. I felt dizzy, and I had to close my eyes for a moment to steady myself. When I opened them again, I made my way to the mirror to assess the damage. What I saw wasn't pretty. My eyes were still red and bloodshot, and my skin was pale. It looked like I had been up all night, which I pro

QUINN'S POVI've been locked in this room for what feels like an eternity. The discomfort is suffocating me. I'm tired, hungry, and thirsty, but I refuse to give in. I'd rather die here than face the monster Bryan has become.I remember the Bryan I fell in love with as a kid-kind, gentle, and caring. But over time, he's changed. He's become harder, colder, and more controlling. With each passing day, he became more and more unbearable.I heard his plea outside the door, begging me to come out. For a moment, I almost succumbed. I wanted to believe that he truly cared, that he was sorry for what he'd done. But I know better. I know I shouldn't have crossed the boundaries I did. I know his mother is a sensitive topic, one that he never likes to talk about. But I was angry, and I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to make him feel something, anything, because it always seemed like he was devoid of emotions. Like he never cared.But he does care. He cares only about his family, and he's willing

JASPER'S POV Earlier today, I got a call that she was finally awake. But Bryan was always hovering around, so I had no time to make a quick stop. He looked really restless when I saw him step out. Like he's not slept for days.He put her in this state and dare act remorseful? Did he forget who he was?"Bryan Braxton" I chuckled.As I walked into the hospital room, I was taken aback by Quinn's fragile appearance. She looked like she'd been through a war. I felt guilty and concerned, knowing that I had a role to play in her current situation. If he wasn't trying to hide her from me, we wouldn't have been there."Hey", I called, walking towards her bed-stand."I heard you were in admitted," I said, trying to sound casual as I handed her a bouquet of flowers.Her eyes widened in surprise, I bet she wasn't expecting to see me here. "Hey" She replied, taking the flowers and sniffing them. She let out a relaxing moan. "How did you know I was here?" she asked, her voice guarded.I smiled and

QUINN'S POVAs we drove, I looked out the window, my mind lost in thoughts about the events of the past few days. I assumed Bryan was taking me home, but as we turned onto a familiar street, I realized where we were headed."Where are we going?" I asked, in a firm voice.Bryan's eyes never left his screen. "You signed those papers, remember? You're my wife now. You should be close to me.""The week is over, Bryan! Two weeks of putting my entire life on hold. What more do you want?" I spat angrily.His voice took on a stern tone. "I'm not keeping you hostage, Quinn. This time it's different. I'm only taking care of you. And as my wife, you'll do what I say." He reached out to my thighs, rubbing them gently."Welcome home, Love," he said, as soon as the car came to a halt. I silently got down, heading towards the entrance.As we stepped into the foyer, I was taken aback by the sudden eruption of cheers and applause. His staff shouted in unison, "Surprise! Welcome home, Ms. Quinn!"I look

It's another morning, except that this is a not so bright one. I looked around Bryan's bedroom, my temporary prison.As I began to pack the few belongings I'd be taking with me. I was doing this. I was staying there, in this gilded cage, until I figured out my next move."I can do this," I said to myself, trying to sound convincing. "Maybe, I can stay here, play the part, and bide my time. It's not going to be forever. Just until I figure out what to do"But the truth was, I had no idea how to escape Bryan's grasp. He had eyes and ears everywhere, and if I tried to run, he'd find me. Underneath the moon and the stars, he'd find me.I shuddered at the thought, pushing it aside as I lifted the carton, moving it to the next bedroom. I have to focus on making this space my own. If I am going to stay here, then it has to be away from him.I needed to arrange my books on the nightstand, hang my clothes in the walk-in closet, and placed a few cherished mementos on the dresser. Which means I'l