All Chapters of Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The air was heavy with the mixed scents of salt, oil, and rust, a pungent cocktail that made the docks feel more like a desolate graveyard than a bustling shipping port. Before they stretched Dock Twelve, a maze of stacked crates, towering cargo containers, and corroded scaffolding—an ideal setting for an ambush, where darkness could easily swallow men whole.Adrian crouched behind a pile of wooden crates, his heartbeat steady and breath measured. The docks were familiar territory for him; he had conducted plenty of business in environments like this. However, something about the night felt unsettling. The air was thick and heavy, and the eerie stillness, broken only by the distant sound of water lapping against the docks, it was as if the whole place was on the brink of chaos.A soft crackling through his earpiece announced Luca’s voice, calm but tinged with urgency. “Five men on the west end. Two more on watch. They seem ready for visitors.”Adrian clenched his jaw. He had suspected

They arrived at the penthouse later that night, the night felt endless after Gwen ended her call. The silence enveloping the space wasn’t tranquil; it was thick with suspense, preparing for the inevitable chaos. Shadows loomed in the corners, stretching across the sleek floors as if even the night itself understood what was coming.Adrian remained still, fixated on the city skyline. His reflection in the glass was faint and warped, but the heaviness in his heart was undeniable. Leila sat beside him, her hand gently resting on his knee. That single point of contact grounded him, an anchor against the turmoil within him. Still, it did little to quiet the inner conflict consuming him.Luca.Adrian was uncertain about how to handle him. Forgiveness wasn’t given lightly, especially for actions like these. Yet, a part of him understood Luca’s motives. He had taken risks because he wanted the same outcome as Adrian—Ethan Graves’s death.That didn’t justify the act.But it made the situation…

The warehouse was now unsettlingly still, the gunfire extinguished, leaving only the oppressive remnants of death and devastation. Leila stood amid the wreckage, her breaths uneven and her heart racing like a war drum. Bodies were strewn across the cold concrete floor, the metallic odor of blood blending with the acrid scent of gunpowder, making her throat constrict. Smoke hung in the air, thick and suffocating, a haunting reminder of the battle that had just unfolded.She inhaled sharply, trying to regain her composure, forcing her trembling hands to steady.Then she turned to meet Connor's gaze.“Are you okay?” he rasped, looking pale and sweaty, visibly shaken despite his tough facade.Leila nodded weakly, although her feelings were more complex. “Yeah. I’m okay.”Luca, crouched by a pile of overturned crates, was searching through their contents, his expression grim. He pulled out a ledger, hurriedly scanning the scribbled notes before shaking his head. “We struck gold,” he mutter

Morning light pierced through the curtains in thin, golden beams, invading Leila’s space like an unwelcome caress, pressing against the exhaustion weighing down her body. Her body felt heavy, each muscle sore from the events of the previous night. She lay still, staring at the ceiling, feeling the heat of flames against her skin and the lingering rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins.The faint odor of smoke clung to her hair, stubborn even after showering. No matter how hard she scrubbed, she couldn’t rid herself of the remnants of the night.Turning her head, she reached for the other side of the bed, only to touch the cold sheets—empty, as expected.Adrian was already awake and active.With a sigh, Leila pushed herself up and slipped into one of his shirts, savoring the warmth left behind on the fabric. The penthouse was silent, thick with the tension that often followed a battle—the kind that made survival feel less like a victory.Her gaze drifted towards the balcony door

The penthouse was engulfed in silence, weighed down by an anticipation and the burden of irreversible decisions. The very air felt heavy, as if the structure itself was bracing for an impending upheaval. Below them, the city spread out like a dark canvas, its flickering lights resembling dying embers, unaware of the conflict simmering just beyond the glass.Leila perched at the edge of the couch, hands tightly clasped in her lap, her gaze fixed on the laptop. Yet, she wasn’t truly focused on the shifting lines of code; her thoughts were racing far away, analyzing every conceivable outcome—all leading to the same grim conclusion: bloodshed, turmoil, and a relentless Ethan Graves pursuing them.Meanwhile, Luca was bent over his own laptop, fingers flying deftly over the keys, his face etched with intense concentration. The soft glow from the screen illuminated his face, casting sharp shadows across his face. The live feed from Gwen’s workstation in China provided a real-time glimpse of