All Chapters of Trapped By The Cold-Hearted Billionaire: Chapter 101 - Chapter 106

“Oh, shit!” Vivian’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest as she jolted awake, clutching the blanket to her body. Her breath came in short, panicked gasps as she took in her surroundings—a dimly lit hotel room, the faint scent of expensive cologne lingering in the air. Swallowing hard, she slowly peeked under the blanket, her stomach twisting into knots."Oh my God!"She was completely naked. Turning her head to the side, her pulse skyrocketed at the sight of the man lying next to her. He was huge—broad shoulders, toned muscles, and a face so annoyingly perfect it made her want to scream.But that wasn’t the worst part. Her legs ached. A dull soreness throbbed between them, and when she shifted slightly, her eyes widened in horror. Blood stained the crisp white sheets beneath her. Her hand flew to her mouth. “Did I just go through with this?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Memories of last night flooded in—the way her hands had trembled when she agreed, the weigh

Vivian groaned, blinking her eyes open as the smell of antiseptic filled her nostrils. White walls, a heart monitor beeping steadily beside her, and the sight of a very annoyed-looking handsome man sitting in the chair next to her bed."You," she muttered, pointing a weak finger at Michael. Her head was pounding."Me," he replied dryly, arms crossed.He didn't know what to say to her. So he waited to see if she could remember him from that night. She groaned again. "I should sue you. You hit me with your fancy car."Michael arched a brow. "I brought you to the hospital."Vivian snorted. "Yeah, out of guilt. Doesn't erase the fact that you hit me."He sighed, rubbing his temple. "I’ll compensate you. How much do you want?"She tilted her head, pretending to think. Then, with a completely serious expression, she said, "Well, considering you knocked me off my bike and made me pregnant, I’d say marriage is the only fair compensation."Michael’s expression went blank. "Excuse me?"Vivi

Vivian’s breath hitched as Mary stormed into the room, her eyes blazing with suspicion. She shoved the door open so forcefully that it banged against the wall, making Vivian flinch."What the hell do you think you’re doing?" Mary’s voice was sharp as a blade, her gaze instantly locking onto the phone clutched in Vivian’s trembling hands.Panic surged through Vivian. Without thinking, she pressed send and quickly hid the phone beneath her pillow, but it was too late.Mary’s eyes narrowed. “Give me that.”Vivian clutched her pillow tighter, shaking her head. "No."Mary lunged forward, yanking the pillow away and grabbing the phone. Her face twisted into a sneer as she scanned the screen.Her expression darkened. "Michael Black? You really are a delusional little whore, aren’t you?" She turned the phone toward Jackson, who had just entered the room, his face set in a stony mask.Vivian’s heart pounded. Jackson snatched the phone, his eyes skimming over the message. Slowly, his jaw clenc