All Chapters of Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 26

As soon as Leila pulled away from Adrian, the atmosphere between them thickened. She still felt the lingering impression of his touch and the weight of his unsaid thoughts against her skin, but she forced herself to move away. Adrian had once again shut her out. Perhaps she should have expected it. But it didn't stop the frustration from burning inside her.She entered her room and closed the door, though sleep eluded her. Lying in bed, she stared at the ceiling, her mind racing with everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours.Dante Russo. Adrian’s father. Malcolm Gray.Fragments of a larger puzzle she struggled to piece together. What was evident was that Adrian was at its core—and now she was entangled, too. She let out a sharp breath and turned onto her side, trying to calm her thoughts.Morning would bring answers.At least, she hoped it would.The Next MorningLeila awoke to the persistent buzzing of her phone on the nightstand. With a groan, she rubbed her

The meeting was scheduled for midnight at one of Malcolm Gray’s private clubs downtown.Adrian had his reservations about Malcolm, but trust wasn’t what mattered.Leverage was.And right now, Malcolm held the upper hand.Leila perched on the edge of the couch in Adrian’s penthouse, observing him as he adjusted his suit jacket cuffs. His movements were controlled, precise, and careful, yet she could notice the tension in his jaw and how his fingers instinctively curled when he thought no one was watching.He was walking into this meeting fully aware that Malcolm would attempt to manipulate him in this meeting.Still, he was going.Because there was no other option.“You should stay here,” Adrian said without glancing at her.Leila rolled her eyes. “Not a chance.”He finally met her gaze. “Leila—”She crossed her arms defiantly. “I’m not going to just sit here waiting for your return. You can’t shut me out of this.”Adrian exhaled slowly.Connor, lounging against the wall, smirked. “She

Adrian sat in his dimly lit penthouse office, fingers interlaced as he gazed at the city skyline. The incident at the warehouse had changed everything. Malcolm had deceived him. Dante had been on standby. And his father? Still out of reach.From the beginning, it had been a trap.A silent war had begun, and Adrian understood one critical fact—he couldn’t afford to be reckless.Leila faced him, her expression a blend of frustration and worry. “You’re awfully quiet,” she finally remarked.Adrian took his time to respond, absorbed in thought and strategizing. Each decision now carried significant weight.Connor leaned against the bar, sipping from a tumbler of whiskey. “I recognize that look,” he said. “That’s your ‘I’m-about-to-wreak-havoc’ look.”Leila’s lips thinned. “Is that a bad thing?”Connor laughed lightly. “Depends. Do you prefer fireworks or a slow, controlled explosion?”Adrian exhaled as he rose and approached the window, his reflection faint in the glass. “Dante expected me