Semua Bab Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire : Bab 51 - Bab 60

The city buzzed with restless energy, yet Adrian Blackwell could see through the illusion of normality. Beneath the sparkling lights and bustling streets, clear battle lines had been drawn. The war between him and Ethan Graves had evolved from a tactical game into something deeply personal.The warehouse on the south side—one of Adrian's main supply hubs—was nothing but smoldering ash now, reduced to rubble thanks to Ethan's men seeking retribution for Red Harbor Freight. It had been ruthless, quick, and well-planned.But Adrian stood firm.Ethan wasn't relenting; he was gearing up to destroy everything.So be it.---A Target Worth Hitting In the dim light of the penthouse, Adrian loomed over the coffee table, his expression icy as he examined the documents spread out before him Luca leaned over the table, pointing to a glossy image on top of the stack. “This is our chance to make Ethan hurt.”Adrian picked up the picture, revealing an aerial view of an exclusive high-end club nam

Leila was gone.Adrian stood still for a brief moment, Luca's word slamming into his skull like a bullet.She’s missing.The weight of those two words shifted something profound within him. The war had been brutal already, but now it felt deeply personal, in a way that went beyond strategy and power games.An oppressive silence hung in the penthouse, weighted by the gravity of the situation. Connor stood alert, awaiting Adrian’s next move. But he didn’t panic. He didn't lash out.Instead, his mind became sharp, cool, and strategic.Ethan had her.And that meant there was only one possible response.His voice was steady, imbued with a deadly focus. “Tell me everything.”Luca sprang into action, pulling up security footage on his tablet. His jaw was clenched, movements deliberate. Though he had reviewed the recordings before, he now scrutinized them this time with a fresh level of attentiveness.“I checked the cameras,” Luca reported, tension evident in his voice. “Leila went to take a

The atmosphere in the room was stifling, filled with a tension so oppressive that it felt on the verge of breaking with the slightest breath. The silence that streched between Adrian and Ethan was electric, reminiscent of the calm before a storm.Adrian’s thoughts raced, weighing possibilities and strategizing ways to turn the dire situation to his advantage. He and Connor were encircled by twelve armed men, their weapons aimed with lethal accuracy. The red laser sights aimed at his chest served as a grim reminder of the overwhelming odds they faced.Then there was Leila.Bound and exposed, just feet away from Ethan. Fear flickered in her dark eyes, but beneath it, Adrian discerned something deeper—trust. She had faith that he would rescue her. He had no choice but to prove her faith right.Ethan’s smirk grew as he scrutinized Adrian like a predator toying with its prey. “Come now,” he jeered, tilting his head slightly. “Don’t look so grim. You knew how this would end the moment you

The silence in the safehouse pressed heavily against Leila, cold and suffocating. It clung to her, penetrating deeply into her bones, curled around her lungs until each breath felt increasingly burdensome.She remained on the worn couch where Adrian had left her, her gaze fixed on the cracked concrete wall before her. Her body felt alien, as if it no longer belonged to her but to the chaotic events of the past few hours—events that had drained her emotionally, leaving her feeling hollow.Above, she could hear Connor moving deliberately—his footsteps steady, each step filled with intent. He was securing the area, setting traps, ensuring their safety with the unwavering focus of someone trained for battle. The sporadic clicks of weapons being checked and loaded interrupted the silence, a stark reminder that safety was merely an illusion.And Adrian?He hadn't looked at her since he turned away.Perhaps that was easier.Leila exhaled unsteadily, pressing her fingers to her temples. The r

As dawn's first light began to break, Leila sensed a change in the air. It was subtle, an unspoken tension weaving through the silence, but it was there heavy and suffocating. Outside the safehouse, the world was beginning to stir, yet time felt frozen within its walls.Adrian hadn’t slept. She didn’t need to ask to confirm it. He was by the window, aloof and tense, staring at the floor as if it held the answers he sought. There was a deeper darkness about him, a weariness that hinted at something more dangerous than mere tiredness.The door creaked open, revealing Connor, who entered cautiously. He quickly assessed the room before asking, “Are we moving?”Adrian continued to gaze out the window. “Yeah.”Leila forced herself off the bed, ignoring the dull ache in her body. Every part of her urged her to stay put, to rest a little longer, but she understood that stillness was an illusion. Safety was a lie, and postponing action would only make their inevitable fall harder when it came