Semua Bab Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Adrian stared at the photo on his phone, his heart racing. His father's face was bloodied, his arms tightly bound to a chair. The blood-red words behind him conveyed Dante’s challenge.WAR.Adrian's grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white.“Dante has just signed his own death warrant,” Leila muttered, standing behind him, her voice was sharp, tinged with anger.Luca let out a heavy breath, his hands on his hips. “If we rush in without a plan, we’re falling into another trap.”Adrian forced himself to calm down. He couldn’t allow his fury to take over—not now. That was exactly what Dante wanted.“We won’t go in with a rush,” he stated, his tone icy and controlled. “We’ll track him down, strategize, and then we’ll finish this.”Connor, who had been unusually quiet, finally chimed in. “I might have a lead.”All eyes turned to him.Connor tossed his laptop onto the table and turned the screen toward them. “I analyzed Dante’s usual locations—warehouses, safe houses, pro

The night was far from quiet. Flames still licked at the sky, thick plumes of smoke rising from what remained of the steel mill. The fire cast an eerie glow over the city’s outskirts, a grim beacon signaling the end of Dante Rossi’s reign.Adrian stood near the SUV, his gaze locked on the fire. The heat from the flames wasn’t enough to thaw the cold settling in his chest.For years, he had imagined this moment—envisioned the satisfaction of pulling the trigger, of watching Dante fall. Of knowing the man who had tormented his family, orchestrated their suffering, was finally dead.But there was no relief.Only a quiet, unsettling emptiness.The war against Dante was over.So why did it feel like something was still missing?A familiar voice pulled him from his thoughts.“Adrian.”Leila stood nearby, her expression unreadable, but he could hear the exhaustion in her voice. She had fought beside him every step of the way, and the weight of it all was beginning to show. “We need to get yo

The city never truly rested. Its vibrant energy coursed through the streets, constantly reminding everyone that power never remains unchallenged for long. But tonight, something felt different—an unsettling calm covering the skyline like fog. It was as if the city itself prepared for an imminent storm, one that didn’t come with warning sirens, but rather murmured threats and hidden dangers lurking in the dark.The conflict with Dante had concluded, yet peace had never been an option. A new enemy had already emerged, eager to seize the empire left in tatters by Dante. Matteo Ricci had been observing, waiting for the right moment to strike. Adrian understood now that this moment had arrived.Before he could direct his focus on Matteo, there was another pressing issue—one much more personal and impactful than any business feud.His father could not stay.Standing by the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, Adrian gazed out over the sprawling city beneath him. The streetli

The pungent odor of burnt metal and scorched wood hung heavily in the air, oppressive even after the fire had long been extinguished. Wisps of smoke drifted lazily from the remnants of the east-side warehouse, rising into the night sky like the fading breaths of a once-essential part of Adrian Blackwell's empire.He stood at the edge of the wreckage, his expression portrayed nothing, his keen eyes meticulously assessing the destruction with a chilling detachment that concealed the fury boiling beneath. The ruins before him represented more than just a financial setback—it was an unmistakable statement.Matteo Ricci hadn’t merely damaged his business; he had sent a clear signal.The fire had consumed everything—his inventory, his supplies, years of carefully constructed infrastructure created with considerable effort and cutthroat determination. This was not random violence; it was a deliberate strike, the first move in what Ricci seemingly intended as a full-scale dismantling of Adria

The penthouse was eerily silent—too silent. It was the kind of stillness that settled over a space when something vital was absent, when a presence that should have been there was missing.Leila lay on the king-size bed, gazing up at the ceiling, her body drained yet her mind buzzing with unrest. Whenever she closed her eyes, all she could visualize was Adrian striding out the door, his posture upright and assured, with Luca and Connor trailing behind him.His words rang sharply in her head, sharp and final. “Not this time. Stay here.”She hated it.She hated that he believed she was incapable of handling it. She loathed that he was out there, confronting Ricci’s men, while she felt confined in the penthouse, suffocating in its safety. She had fought alongside Adrian before, faced danger, bled for him, and witnessed the dark world he controlled.But this time?This time, he had completely excluded her.Her fingers clenched into the sheets, frustration coursing through her.She recogn