All Chapters of Trapped With the CEO : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

**Chapter 22: Shadows and Revelations** **Dante’s Hideout** In a quiet suburb, hidden from prying eyes, stood a modest house. Time had worn down its façade, but its walls held memories of a family long fractured. Inside, Dante sat in a dimly lit living room, the flickering light of a single lamp casting shadows across his sharp features. A smile played on his lips, cold and cunning, as he imagined Marcus stumbling into the trap he had set. "Greed will always be his undoing," Dante murmured to himself, his voice dripping with satisfaction. The ping of his laptop drew his attention. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he read an email that sent a chill down his spine: "Be careful. Someone else is trying to find out about you aside Marcus."Dante’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, his mind racing. Who could it be? Who else had an interest in uncovering his past? Quickly, he grabbed his phone and typed a message to an encrypted number: I don't think we should meet any

 Dante arrived at the secluded private caretaking home, a modest building tucked away from prying eyes. The place looked quiet, but nothing about it seemed unusual. He stepped inside, the faint scent of disinfectant lingering in the air. At first glance, everything appeared normal. But as he went further, it felt different. The house was eerily quiet, the usual faint hum of activity absent. Dante frowned, stepping inside. The main room was as tidy as ever, but the silence was unsettling. “Mia?” he called, his voice echoing in the stillness. He strode down the short corridor to her room, his chest tightening with unease. When he pushed the door open, the sight before him made his stomach drop. The bed was neatly made, as though no one had been there at all. Mia was gone. Dante spun around, moving quickly to check the other rooms. The caretaker’s office was empty, as was

The stale air in Marcus’s darkened room suffocated Alexa as she stood trembling before him. Her ribs ached from his earlier blows, and her knees threatened to give out beneath her. Marcus’s sharp eyes bore into her, void of mercy."You have three days," he hissed, pacing in front of her like a predator circling its prey. "Three days to finish what you started, or I’ll make sure you don’t leave this world in one piece." Alexa’s breath hitched. She wanted to protest, to plead for a chance to escape his grasp, but Marcus cut her off with a sharp backhand. Her cheek burned as fresh tears spilled from her eyes. "Don’t even think about failing me," he continued, his voice cold and final. "This time, you’ll have no excuses. The golden watch will be in my hands, or you’ll regret ever being born." He motioned to one of his men, who handed her a small, cheap phone. "Morning and night," Marcus barked. "You call me for updates. Don’t forget, Alexa—" He leaned closer, his rancid breath makin

 The secluded bar was dimly lit, the faint smell of whiskey and tobacco lingering in the air. Julian sat at a corner booth, his posture tense as he swirled the glass of bourbon in his hand. Across from him, Mr. Lee placed a thick folder on the table, his expression grave. “Mr. Salvatore,” Mr. Lee began, his tone cautious. “The information we’ve gathered about Alexa is... troubling.”   Julian’s chest tightened. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “Go on.”   Mr. Lee opened the file, revealing photographs, documents, and transcripts. He pulled out a picture and slid it toward Julian. It showed Alexa being dropped off from a dark car near the villa gates. Her frail figure stumbled as the vehicle sped away.   “This was taken the night she returned to your estate,” Mr. Lee explained. “The vehicle

 Alexa sat on the edge of her bed, her trembling fingers clutching the mini phone Marcus had forced on her. She dialed his number repeatedly, each attempt met with silence. The call wouldn’t connect. Panic gripped her as the reality set in—Marcus must have figured out what was happening and cut her off.   Her mind raced. What would he do now? If Marcus knew his plan was unraveling, he wouldn’t hesitate to abandon her, leaving her to face Julian’s wrath alone. She swallowed hard, her chest tightening as she realized she was truly on her own.   --- Miles away, in a modest apartment, Mia sat beside Roberto, her hands clasped tightly as she stared at the computer screen. Tears streamed down her face, her desperation evident.   “I need to find my daughter,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “even if it means going with t