Semua Bab Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire : Bab 111 - Bab 118

lLeilaThe rain had ceased before dawn.The world now lay in a peaceful silence that Leila had nearly forgotten existed. No gunfire pierced the night, no encrypted messages lit up their screens, and no looming threats haunted them with whispers of grudges.Only the steady tick of the wall clock in the kitchen, occasional sounds of life from the streets below, and the soothing aroma of coffee drifted through the house like a gentle sigh.Barefoot by the window, Leila found herself enveloped in Adrian’s oversized hoodie—its comforting smell of cedar and rain still lingering. Outside, the city slowly stirred back to life after the storm, the sky a muted gray with clouds hovering like bruises, but the danger had effortlessly passed. The wind had calmed, and the battered city had survived.Inside their apartment, for the first time in what felt like ages, they woke up without a mission—no target, no emergency plans, no sign of Camille or Ethan. Gone were the days of calculated hush and ur

The Return to the CompanyEntering the office felt like revisiting a nostalgic moment that had become mismatched with his current self.The marble floors shone brightly under the harsh fluorescent lighting, and the familiar mix of wood polish and aged leather lingered in the air, just as it always had. His footsteps echoed softly on the familiar carpet, and the skyline stretched beyond the glass walls, unchanged in its towering indifference. But, everything seemed slightly off, like a song being played in a different key.It wasn't the office that had changed; it was him.Adrian sensed it in the subtle details—in the brief hesitation before pressing the elevator button, in the way his thumb hovered over the biometric scanner, feeling almost foreign. That scanner had once access to his empire. Now, it seemed like a reminder of a past he was unsure about reclaiming.As he entered, Claire—still composed, polished, and reliable—rose from her desk with an ingrained smile. She didn't flinch

The city greeted them not with warmth, but with a cacophony of sound and a brisk urgency that felt jarring after the tranquility of the forest. Horns echoed in the distance, a siren shrieked two blocks away, crosswalks flashed impatiently, and strangers hurried past, their brows furrowed and coffee cups held tightly like armor.It was still the same city they had left, yet they were somehow stepping into it as transformed individuals.Leila first noticed the change in Adrian's demeanor as they turned onto their street. He sat silently in the passenger seat, scanning the sidewalks and shadows with a tense jaw. When they passed a dim alley illuminated only by a flickering neon sign, she observed how his shoulders instinctively squared, as if a primal instinct had resurfaced before he could quell it.His gaze darted to every reflective surface they encountered—glass storefronts, car mirrors, bus windows—taking in more than just the passing sights.At first, she refrained from speaking. P

The aroma of coffee clung to the penthouse like a lingering memory.Dark roast. Rich. Intense. With just a trace of cinnamon—Leila’s quiet rebellion against his typical straightforward tastes. He’d initially rolled his eyes at her first attempt but now found himself missing it when it was absent.The atmosphere was calm. Not dead still—unlike the oppressive silence that once made him instinctively reach for hidden weapons. This silence—warm and inviting—felt domestic.It came from the freshly brewed coffee and the soft ticking of water in the radiator, accompanied by the sounds of a city gradually waking. The soft sound of bare feet on polished hardwood broke the stillness.Leila.She moved seamlessly—her hair still tousled from sleep, one sleeve of his shirt slipping off her shoulder, a lazy half-smile on her lips as she entered the living room with a mug in hand. She kissed him earlier, instinctively, a gentle press of lips against his jaw, still in a dreamy state. It was spontaneou