All Chapters of Trapped With the CEO : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

In the heart of Tokyo, the Salvatore Empire rose majestically, its sleek, modern architecture a testament to the unyielding power and wealth that lay within. High walls crowned with electrified fences, rows of surveillance cameras, and an army of skilled guards patrolling the perimeter set it apart. This fortress wasn’t just a residence—it was a statement, a testament to the enigmatic and untouchable reputation of its owner, Julian Salvatore Edelman.Inside the villa, rules were ironclad. Only handpicked male staff were employed, chosen for their loyalty and expertise. One exception stood out: Miss Yvonne, the family's trusted cook, who had served for decades and earned a revered place within the household.As Alexa trailed behind Miss Yvonne, who had escorted her from the gate, she couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine. The leering gazes of the men they passed made her skin crawl, eerily reminiscent of Marcus's menacing henchmen. A nagging question lingered in her mind:

The following morning brought a calm weekend. With no pressing tasks, Alexa decided to start her day with a cup of coffee. In the kitchen, she carefully prepared the brew, just as her mother had taught her years ago. The warm, familiar aroma filled the air, bringing with it memories both bitter and sweet.As she worked, thoughts of her mother, Mia, filled her mind. She remembered the helplessness she felt watching her mom battle leukemia and Dante's unrelenting cruelty during those trying times.Years Ago...Alexa could still hear the excitement in her mom’s voice that fateful evening. “Dante! Honey! Carie!” Mia’s joyful voice rang through their small house. Alexa had rushed into her arms, her small hands tenderly touching her mother’s face. She had just celebrated her eighth birthday days earlier, blissfully unaware of the weight of adult burdens.Mia embraced her, her smile radiant. Together, they went to find Dante. He stood by the window, his posture tense, his face hard.Clearin

Alexa paced anxiously inside her room, her mind racing with guilt and uncertainty. What if Julian had caught her with the watch? Would he have had her killed? What had she gotten herself into?Just as she was starting to spiral, an idea struck her, and she jumped with excitement. She grabbed her device from the table and clicked a button, connecting her to Marcus."You silly brat," Marcus's voice came through, laced with amusement. "What do you have to say?""I have an idea," Alexa said, trying to sound as serious as possible. "I'll make him fall for me. A man in love is susceptible to danger. Give me a week, please."Marcus's mocking laughter echoed through the line. "You think that cold-blooded lad has a heart for love? You also think he can fall for an ugly bitch like you?"Alexa's face burned with anger, but she kept her cool. "I promise you'll receive good news from me before next week. Please let me do this.""A week, bitch," Marcus spat. "I want that damn watch. Okay?"The line

Theo, Julian's assistant, stepped into the dining room, his usual composed demeanor momentarily disrupted by surprise. He had never seen Julian laughing or engaging in casual conversation with anyone—especially not the new maid, Alexa."Good morning, sir," Theo greeted, his sharp gaze quickly scanning the room. "Your schedule today includes a contract signing with the Charleston Group at the office, followed by a meeting with the investigator." Julian’s laughter faded, replaced by his characteristic stoic expression. Dressed in a meticulously tailored suit, he exuded his usual air of authority, nodding at Theo’s update. As Theo read out the day’s itinerary, his cold, calculating eyes settled on Alexa, who involuntarily shivered under his scrutiny. There was something unsettling about his gaze, as though he could see right through her. Julian’s attention shifted back to Alexa, their eyes locking in a moment charged with unspoken tension. The air between them seemed to hum, the lin

Marcus's Underground LairMarcus paced the dimly lit room, his anger simmering just below the surface. The hearing bud lay silent, its connection severed. His attempts to reach Alexa had failed, and the silence gnawed at him. With a sharp motion, he swept the bottles off the table, sending them crashing to the floor. "You conniving idiot," he snarled, his voice venomous. "Is this what you’ve been plotting all along?" Turning sharply, he barked, "Nelson! Disconnect the hearing bud and any other links to the lair. Now." Nelson sprang into action, his fingers flying over the keyboard. "Yes, sir. Cutting off all connections. The device will be useless now—just a shell with no traceable records." Satisfied, Marcus stormed into another room. Inside, monitors glowed in the darkness as one of his men worked diligently. "I’ve tracked his movements, sir," the man reported without looking up. "No suspicious activity yet, but we’re keeping close tabs." Marcus's lips curled into a grim