All Chapters of Trapped With the CEO : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Julian’s hands tightened into fists as he paced the length of his study, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. The golden watch, gleaming under the dim light, sat on the desk, an unspoken reminder of the betrayal he hadn’t seen coming. His thoughts churned with fury. Someone was after his watch—an item that held an irreplaceable place in his heart—and it had to be her. He stared grimly at her. His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving with the effort to contain the storm of emotions swirling inside him. Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be her? His gaze flickered back to Alexa, who stood trembling near the door, her face pale and tear-streaked. He wanted to demand answers, to unleash the storm of emotions tearing him apart, but the lump forming in his throat stopped him. She wasn’t just another enemy. She was Alexa—the woman he had come to love, even if he hadn’t admitted it to himself. And that realization made her betrayal cut deeper. “You were sent to stea

 Miss Yvonne sat at the edge of her bed, her frail frame leaning heavily against the pillows. Despite her discharge from the hospital, her body felt weak, her movements slow and deliberate. She was home, but her heart weighed her down even more than her illness.   Theo had visited her that morning, updating her on the turmoil that had unfolded at the villa. His words painted a picture of chaos—Julian’s wrath, Alexa's situation, and the strange bond between Julian and Alexa. The news had shaken her deeply. She had always known Julian as a man of control and strategy, but this? This was personal, and it was tearing him apart.   The thought of Julian suffering silently tugged at her heart, but it was Alexa who worried her the most. The girl seemed lost, burdened with secrets and sorrows too heavy for her young shoulders.   With a soft sigh, Miss Yvonne rose, clutching h

 Miss Yvonne sat on the edge of Alexa’s bed, her frail hands clasped tightly around a cup of herbal tea. Though her recent discharge from the hospital left her weak, her spirit was far from broken. She watched Alexa pace the room with worry etched across her face.   “Alexa,” Miss Yvonne began softly, “if you want to make things right, you need to stay close to Julian.”   Alexa stopped in her tracks, turning to face her. “But he won’t even look at me. I’ve betrayed his trust. How can I ever get close to him again?”   Miss Yvonne set the cup down on the bedside table. “Trust takes time to rebuild, child. But love… love has a way of finding its path, even through the thorniest of bushes. Show him who you are, Alexa. Not who Marcus and Dante tried to make you.”   Alexa nodded slow

 Alexa stood frozen in the dark room where Julian had dragged her into, Julian’s words were echoing in her mind. The intensity of his gaze, the frustration laced in his voice—it all left her reeling. “You’ve turned my life upside down.” How?  Her fingers brushed against her temple as if to ease the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. “What did he mean by ‘buried somewhere in his past’? How am I connected to that?” she whispered to herself. Her chest tightened as the weight of her double life pressed down on her. Somehow, she also felt the same. She felt that Julian is connected to her childhood. **Was there no end to this chaos?**   Sighing deeply, she left the room, stepping into the hallway. As she descended the stairs, her eyes caught Julian near the entrance, facing Madame Melissa.   Melissa was all smiles, her voice sm

 The moonlight filtered through the heavy drapes of Julian’s bedroom, casting silvery shadows across the floor. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, Dr. Patel’s words looping in his mind.   "She’s a key, Julian. Stop fighting it. Let the answers come to you." His jaw clenched. If Alexa truly held the missing pieces of his past, then he couldn’t afford to let his anger or mistrust cloud his judgment. Perhaps through her, he could find the truth about his parents’ murder—and unravel the secrets that had haunted him since childhood.   The weight of those thoughts dragged him from the bed. His throat felt parched, so he decided to head to the kitchen for a drink. As he descended the grand staircase, the faint sound of muffled sobs caught his attention.   Julian paused, his sharp ears picking up the source. He follow