All Chapters of Trapped By The Cold-Hearted Billionaire: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Michael leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming rhythmically against his huge office desk. His patience had run out.It had been a month since that night—a night that should never have happened.When he woke up the next morning, the bed beside him was empty. The only thing left behind was the unmistakable stain of blood on the sheets, a sight that had sent a sharp pang of guilt through him.He had been drugged, his control stolen from him. Yet, what consoled him—what silenced the darkest of his fears—was the way she had moaned his name in pleasure. It told him everything he needed to know.It was consensual.A sharp knock at the door broke him from his thoughts. His secretary, Ryan, stepped inside, holding a tablet."Sir, we found the woman who drugged you that night."Michael’s grey eyes darkened instantly as he leaned forward, his presence chilling the air. He had spent the last month searching for the culprit, turning over every stone, replacing the entire management at the

Vivian barely made it through the door before her stepmother’s sneer cut through the air like a knife.“Where the hell have you been?” Mary’s voice dripped with contempt as she crossed her arms, her cold gaze raking over Vivian.“You didn’t complete the deliveries, and your phone was off. If you couldn’t manage, why did you insist on doing it?” Her father, Jackson, stood abruptly from his chair, his face a mask of fury.Vivian blinked, stunned.She didn’t insist. She was forced. And she had been hit by a fucking car! Couldn’t they see the bandages?“Can’t you see I’m hurt, Dad?” she asked, her voice trembling, tears pricking her eyes.Jackson scoffed. “You probably thought faking an injury would get you out of this mess. You will earn back every dime you lost today!” His face turned red as his anger rose.“You think I'm faking this?” She asked in disbelief.“Well it's not past you.” Mary rolled her eyes.Anna smirked, stepping closer, her voice a mockery of sympathy. “I bet she has jus

Dragging herself to the bathroom, she undressed and stepped into the cold shower, letting the water wash over her as she fought back the sobs rising in her throat. Her life had never been easy, but this being sold like cattle to a man she had never met was the final cruelty.As she walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tightly around her, she froze.There, sitting with her legs crossed on her bed, was a woman she had never seen before. She had pink hair, tied in a neat bun and what looked like a baby blue jumpsuit, and her beauty was almost otherworldly. Her presence was unexpected, yet she exuded confidence as if she belonged there.Vivian took a hesitant step forward. “Who are you?”The woman turned her piercing gaze on her and smirked. “Your future husband sent me.”Vivian scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Right. As if he cares.”The woman said nothing, merely standing and gesturing toward the dressing mirror “Sit.”Something about her presence was calming, authoritative even.

6 months later….“Vivian, please! You have to talk to your husband!"Vivian held the phone away from her ear, staring at it like it had personally offended her. She sighed, reclining further into the oversized armchair, her silk nightgown draping over her six-month belly. Her father’s frantic voice continued. “He’s taken everything! The company, the house—do you hear me? I have nothing left! Your sister's savings for her tuition!" Vivian swirled the fresh orange juice in her glass, utterly unimpressed. “Mmm. That does sound like a problem.” "Vivian Chen!”“It's Mrs Black. Don't make me lose my temper this morning.”“Right. Right. You see you're his wife make him reverse it!” Vivian had no idea what Micheal had done but she was bored and would enjoy every moment of it. She sighed dramatically. "Oh, I’m sorry. I should be more understanding. After all, when I needed help, everyone rushed to my aid, didn’t they? Oh wait—no one did.” "This isn’t funny! Tell Michael to stop this

Michael sat across from Easton at a secluded café, nursing a cup of coffee. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hands kept fidgeting as if he had no idea what to do with them. His mind was racing, but he was at a complete loss. Easton sat back in his chair, eyes scanning the menu as if Michael wasn’t about to have a mental breakdown in front of him. Finally, he looked up, raising an eyebrow as he studied his older brother. “You look like shit,” Easton said with a smirk, clearly not concerned with Michael’s state of mind. Michael glared at him. “You always have a way with words, don’t you?” Easton chuckled and leaned forward, folding his arms across his chest. “So, what’s going on? The great Michael Black losing his cool over a pregnancy?” Michael huffed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I can’t do anything right, Easton. She cries all the time, and I don’t know how to handle it. Everything I do seems to upset her. I just want her to be happy.”Easton raised