All Chapters of Stranded with the Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The Chase. Juniper's heart pounding against her ribs caused her to experience painful shock waves in her legs. Thick, bare branches gnawing at her skin, roots crawling in the air. Adrian had a firm grip on her hand, but his steps were unstable and unsteady. He was slowing down. Behind them—gunfire. Voices barking orders. Boots gnawing at the roots of trees.' Too close. She whispered, her breath ruffled, that they are getting better. A thick tree trunk was pulled to the right by Adrian, who dragged them along. As she put her hand over the bark, Juniper tried to calm her down. Keeping his balance, Adrian had his hand by his side and blood-saturated fingers........................................ He appeared pale with sweat pouring from his temples. They didn't have much time. Adrian screamed, "We must break up.". Juniper's chest clenched. “No.”. Adrian bowed his head in frustration and had a hard time breathing. With a low voice, he stated that they were after him. He al

“I’ll make this simple.”Damien tapped the tablet screen, his voice smooth, unbothered.“Give me the location of the files,” he said. “Or watch him die.”Juniper’s jaw clenched. Her heart hammered, but her face? Blank. No reaction. No weakness.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said. Steady. Flat. Unshaken.Damien sighed. Bored.“Wrong answer.”He lifted a finger.On the tablet’s screen, the man in black moved.A fist drove into Adrian’s ribs.The sound was sickening.Adrian’s body jerked.A choked cough tore from his throat.Blood splattered his shirt.Juniper’s stomach twisted.“Stop it!” she snapped.Damien tilted his head. “Then talk.”Juniper’s mind raced. Think, Juniper. Stall.She took a shaky breath. “I want proof.”Damien arched a brow. “You have proof.”“Not good enough.” Her voice hardened. “Bring him here. Let me see he’s alive.”A beat of silence.Then—Damien laughed.“You’re in no position to negotiate,” he said.Juniper lifted her chin.“Then kill me.”A fli

The room was silent except for the faint hum of the overhead light. Juniper’s pulse thundered in her ears as she stood between Adrian and Damien. The weight of the moment pressed down on her chest like a vise. One wrong word, one wrong move, and Adrian was dead.Damien’s fingers flexed around the gun, the cold steel still aimed at Adrian’s head.“Let’s try this again,” Damien said smoothly, tilting his head. “Where are the files?”Juniper inhaled sharply, forcing herself to appear calm. “I told you. I’ll only tell Adrian.”Damien’s mouth curled into a slow, amused smirk. “Oh, I do love a woman with trust issues.” He glanced at his men. “Take her to him.”Two guards stepped forward.Juniper’s heart pounded as she was yanked toward Adrian, the rough hands of the guards tightening around her arms. They shoved her down to her knees in front of him, forcing her to face the man she was desperately trying to keep alive.Adrian looked worse up close. A cut above his brow dripped blood onto hi

BANG!The shot echoed through the night.Damien’s body jerked, a sharp, pained gasp escaping his lips. His gun slipped from his grasp, clattering onto the concrete with a metallic clang. He staggered back, his hand flying to his shoulder, blood seeping through his shirt. His men froze, eyes darting between him and the source of the shot.Juniper spun toward the rooftop entrance, her pulse hammering.Ethan.He stood in the doorway, gun raised, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. His face was unreadable, but his grip on the weapon was steady.Adrian’s jaw tightened. “What the hell are you doing here?”Ethan lowered the gun slightly, his lips twisting into a smirk. “Saving your ass. You’re welcome.”Damien let out a strained laugh, wincing as he gripped his wound. “Perfect. Another hero.” He staggered but stayed on his feet, his usual arrogance barely dimmed by the injury. “You’ll regret that shot, Kingsley.”Ethan’s expression darkened. “You talk too much.”The rooftop air wa

“We’ve got a problem.”Adrian’s head snapped up from his phone. His jaw clenched. “What is it?”The driver, a stocky man in a dark suit, gripped the wheel tighter, his eyes flicking between the road and the rearview mirror. “We’re being followed.”Juniper twisted in her seat so fast her seatbelt cut into her chest. The moment she saw the black sedan tailing them, her stomach plummeted. Tinted windows. No visible plates. The way it stayed precisely two cars behind, keeping just enough distance to avoid suspicion—it screamed trained pursuit.“Shit,” Ethan muttered, shifting in his seat. He reached inside his jacket and pulled out his gun, checking the magazine with practiced ease. “How long have they been there?”“Since we left the alley,” the driver replied.Juniper’s fingers dug into the leather seat. “Damien?”“Who else?” Ethan’s voice was grim.Adrian exhaled slowly. His expression was unreadable, but Juniper could see the gears turning behind his eyes. Calculating. Planning.“We lo