Semua Bab Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire : Bab 41 - Bab 50

The morning light filtered through the grand penthouse windows, casting warm glimmers across the polished floors. Outside, the city buzzed with life, yet within these confines, tension loomed.For Adrian, Luca, and Connor, the new day didn't signify hope; it merely served as a stark reminder that their battle with Matteo Ricci was just beginning.Adrian occupied the head of the dining table, his fingers steepled under his chin as he contemplated. Opposite him, Luca sipped his black coffee, his other hand absentmindedly massaging his sore knuckles, while Connor stood rigidly by the window, arms crossed and lost in thought as he revisited the previous night’s turmoil.The ambush. The bloodshed. The fallen bodies.And Ricci’s voice resonated amidst the chaos.Adrian’s wound had scabbed over, yet the weariness in his eyes hadn't faded.And Leila saw it all.She lingered near the kitchen, gripping a glass of water and silently observing the men who had faced their worst fears and emerged a

The city was alive, never truly at rest. An undercurrent of tension throbbed beneath the surface, perceptible only to individuals like Adrian Blackwell. Standing in silence on his penthouse balcony, he felt the distant traffic noise merging with a suffocating weight in his chest. The assault on the East Side warehouse was more than just a tactical strike—it was a declaration of hostilities. Matteo Ricci was no longer lurking in the shadows; he was escalating the conflict, compelling Adrian to respond. Yet Ricci had made one critical error. He had given Adrian a compelling reason to destroy everything he had built. The sliding sound of the glass door interrupted his thoughts. “Please tell me you have a plan,” Leila's voice cut through the stillness. Adrian didn’t look back. He sensed her presence; her energy was a steady anchor, preventing him from succumbing to the darkness that had haunted him for years. “I always have a plan,” he said, a slight smirk forming on his lips. Lei

The discovery of Ethan Graves' true identity loomed over the penthouse like a dark, unavoidable storm cloud.Leila stood near the floor-to-ceiling window with her arms crossed, staring at the city lights twinkling below. Outside, the world vibrated with life, so full of potential, while inside the penthouse, stifling darkness pressed in, relentless.She recalled Adrian's reaction upon hearing her say that name—Ethan Graves. No, it was Matteo Ricci. The man who Adrian had reduced his life to nothing before vanishing without a trace. Until now.Adrian had vowed to complete what he had started.But at what cost?She turned, watching Adrian pull out his phone, she noticed that behind his composed surface lay a simmering rage, cold and calculated.He dialed a number.Luca answered instantly. “What’s up?”Adrian’s voice was sharp. “Get back here. Now.”There was a brief pause before Luca replied, “On my way.”When Adrian hung up, he put his hands on the desk, bowing his head slightly, prepa

Arthur Calloway had succumbed more quickly than Adrian had anticipated. The man, despite his wealth and influence, was a coward who crumbled under real pressure. For years, Calloway had been under Ethan Graves’s control, laundering illicit funds through Grayson Holdings while believing himself untouchable.But now?Now he was nothing more than a pawn, trembling under Adrian Blackwell's authority.Adrian sat in the dimly lit penthouse, with the city lights casting a faint glow through the expansive windows. In his hands were the documents Calloway had provided—comprehensive records of every transaction, offshore account, and asset associated with Grayson Holdings. It was more than Adrian had hoped for: proof, evidence, and leverage."This is a goldmine," Connor remarked while rifling through his own copy of the documents. His keen eyes absorbed every detail, every number, committing them to memory.Leila, seated on the couch beside Adrian, crossed her arms. "What’s the plan? If we take

The city of New York was never fully asleep, but tonight, there was an unsettling eerie stillness in the night air. Gone was the usual nightlife and distant sirens; in its place was a more sinister vibe—a tension building just beneath the surface.Adrian Blackwell could sense it.From his penthouse balcony, he gazed out at the city, its lights twinkling like stars against the concrete sky. Yet for Adrian, what lay before him wasn’t a beautiful metropolis—it was a battleground. And tonight, the war that had been brewing for years was finally set to ignite.Ethan Graves had made his move.The bullet casing was found on his car. The cryptic text message.Ethan was aware that Adrian was coming for him. Rather than retreating back into the shadows, he was boldly stepping forward, ready for the confrontation.But Adrian was unflinching.He had been waiting for this moment.Leila’s soft footsteps signaled her arrival beside him on the balcony. With her dark hair falling over her shoulders an