All Chapters of Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The city buzzed with colorful lights and the noise of late-night traffic, but inside Adrian's penthouse, the atmosphere was heavy with tension.Leila was seated on the couch, fixated on the envelope Adrian had received from Victor Langston. The weight of it felt suffocating as if an invisible force were compressing her chest.Having grown up amidst manipulative games and veiled threats, Leila sensed that this situation was different. Adrian Blackwell was a man who maintained control so tightly that the prospect of anyone unraveling him seemed impossible.But now, facing him, she noticed something flickering in his eyes.Doubt.It was fleeting, masked beneath the cold steel of his expression, but it was there.And that made a difference.“Are you actually thinking about it?” she asked, her voice softer than she had meant.Adrian leaned back, observing her with an inscrutable gaze “I don't make choices based on emotions, Leila.”She scoffed, tightening her grip on the envelope. “Then w

As Adrian helped Leila into his penthouse, her shoulder throbbed with pain, his grip firm yet careful. The stylish interior decor—black marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows, and stunning views—should have wowed her, but her focus was solely on the persistent ache radiating through her body.She barely had time to take in the surroundings before Adrian guided her toward a soft leather couch in the spacious living room.“Sit,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.Leila settled onto the couch, her muscles stiff and sore. The adrenaline from the earlier chaos had long worn off, leaving her with exhaustion and a stinging pain from where the bullet had grazed her.Adrian stepped away to another room, the sound of his footsteps echoing against the marble floor. The silence that followed was unsettling. For someone known for his cold efficiency, he was moving with an urgency that almost felt… personal.Her mind raced.Everything happened so fast. Mercer was dead, and there ha

Leila had spent her life learning how to survive.She had never been one to succumb to pressure or wait for a man to rescue her. But as she stood in the world of Adrian Blackwell, with his enemies now targeting her, she understood that survival wasn’t solely about fighting.Sometimes, it was about knowing when to place trust.That realization frightened her more than anything else.Adrian’s name had always been spoken in shadows and whispers —a man too strong, too merciless, too unreachable. Yet, as she stood close to him, Leila could perceive the vulnerabilities beneath his tough exterior, the strain in his posture, the storm brewing in his dark gaze.“Dante Russo,” she repeated, bitterly tasting the name. “He came after me to get to you.”Adrian’s jaw clenched. “Yes.”Just one word. Flat. Controlled.Too controlled.Leila’s heart raced. “Why?”Adrian took a breath, ran a hand through his hair, and turned away to gaze out the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office. The city sprawled

Leila stood frozen in the elevator, lingering long after Adrian had walked away. The tension still clung to her, heavy and stifling, tightening around her as if in a vise. She needed to move, to shake off whatever this feeling was. Yet her body refused to respond. Because deep down, she was falling apart. Each moment spent with Adrian Blackwell blurred the lines between what was real and what was an act.His words echoed in her thoughts: "I don’t like feeling out of control, Leila." And neither did she.Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to step forward. The soft chime of the elevator doors closing behind her snapped her back to reality, but it did nothing to calm her racing heart.The penthouse was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the New York skyline. The city sparkled beyond the glass, stretching endlessly into the night.She half-expected Adrian to be there waiting. Instead, the space was empty. And somehow, tha

The knock on the door broke the silence like a gunshot.Leila felt her heart race as she watched Adrian momentarily freeze—just enough to tell her that he wasn't expecting a visitor.Then, his demeanor changed.He regained control, adopting that calm, ruthless facade he always wore as armorWithout a word, he strode toward the door, his shoulders tense and movements purposeful.Leila reminded herself to breathe.The person outside wasn’t just some late-night guest.She could sense it.Felt it in a way. Adrian's entire body had stiffened.A Warning Leila crept to the edge of the room, positioning herself to see the door without being easily spotted. Her instincts urged her to brace for anything.Adrian unlocked the door and pulled it open with Sharp precision.A man stood before him.Dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, his salt-and-pepper hair neatly styled, he exuded an unmistakable authority. Unlike Adrian’s quiet menace, there was something in his piercing gaze that sent a chill d