All Chapters of Trapped By The Cold-Hearted Billionaire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

She didn’t know much about their relationship but from how she looked, she could tell she was a rich spoiled kid. “You’ll never be good enough for my son!” The words echoed in her mind sending a stab straight to her heart.Maybe he finally found someone worthy to be by his son's side."Ignore those little twats!” A voice pulled her out of her deep thought.A part of her wished it was Victoria and Lilian troubling her mind because it would be easier to sort out, unlike the mess with Easton.She looked up to see Sky and Jules standing by her desk, mischievous smiles on their faces like there was something they were talking about."Don’t listen to those jealous losers," Jules said, leaning against the desk."Exactly," Sky added, plopping into the chair next to her. "They’re just mad they can’t be as fabulous and talented as you."Scarlet managed a weak smile. "Thanks, guys. But I really just want to focus on work right now."Sky’s eyes lit up with an idea. "Nope. What you need is a night

Dante tilted his head with a smirk, raising his hands as if to show he meant no harm. "Relax there Prince Charming," he said sarcastically. "I’m just a customer having a good time. That’s allowed, isn’t it?”Easton’s glare hardened, his jaw tightening as he took a deliberate step forward, his imposing frame towering over Dante. “Get the fuck out Mordane.”“Oh come on.” Dante flashed him a smile. “Enjoy your little freedom then, drink as much as you want” Easton growled, his voice low but venomous. “Because come tomorrow morning, I’ll make sure you don’t even have that.”That got to him because he knew too well that Easton didn’t give empty threats and had the power to make anyone stumble.Dante’s eyes flicked between Easton and Scarlet, lingering on her for a moment before raising his hands higher in mock surrender. “Fine, I’ll leave,” he said with a chuckle, stepping back. “No need for a scene.”Once Dante disappeared into the crowd, Easton turned his attention back to Scarlet. Wit

Easton’s hand darted out, and he grabbed the panhandle to steady it. The searing heat burned his palm, and he hissed in pain but held firm, moving the pan off the burner.“Are you out of your mind?” he snapped, as he turned, glaring at her. “You could’ve seriously hurt yourself.”Scarlet stared at him, her anger momentarily forgotten as guilt flared. “You didn’t have to— Your hand, are you okay?”Easton ignored her question, lifted her off the floor, and placed her on the counter on the opposite end. “Stay there,” Easton ordered, his voice softer but still firm. He ran his hand under cold water, then grabbed a mop and soap to clean the oil on the floor.“Wouldn’t it make you happy if I got burned? Why did you save me?” Scarlet asked, her heart still pounding from his touch. “Don’t you hate me that much?” “I do hate you but you’re no use to anyone if you’re burnt.” Easton retorted without looking up.Scarlet watched him but couldn’t help but taunt him, “You know if you hadn’t called m

“What the hell happened to you?” Melania Voss looked at the sight before her.Jade threw her purse onto the nearest chair and sank into the sofa, bursting into tears. “Easton! He… he’s turning on me! He grabbed me by the throat, humiliated me, and nearly ran me over!” Her makeup was smudged, her hair disheveled, and her throat still ached from Easton’s grip.Her mother, Melania, looked up from the couch, where she sat sipping tea. The elegant woman arched a perfectly groomed brow at the sight of her daughter’s state. She set her tea down with measured grace, her sharp eyes narrowing. “And why exactly would he do that, Jade? What did you say to him? As far as I know, Easton never shows emotions so this is a first.”“I didn’t say anything.” Jade sniffed.“So he just saw you and held you by the throat? That sounds crazy!” Melania leaned back on the couch and placed her leg on top of the other one.Before Jade could respond, her father, James, entered the room, his voice cold and demandi

‘The next morning……Scarlet dragged herself into the office, her exhaustion evident in every step. The faint shadows beneath her eyes spoke of a sleepless night, and her normally glossy hair was swept into a hasty ponytail. Her blouse was slightly wrinkled, and the faint redness around her eyes hinted at tears that she had fought back.She was a strong girl but her walls were cracked and she was barely holding on. Thankfully, Jasmine had a school trip for a week where they would tour around the different parts of the country before schools closed.With a heavy sigh, she opened the door to Easton’s office and found him standing by the large window, his back to the door, staring out at the city skyline. When Scarlet entered, he turned to face her and her tired appearance caught his attention. For a moment, his heart clenched—a flash of concern breaking through his cold exterior. But the thought was fleeting, replaced quickly by the desire to avenge his brother hardening his heart into i