All Chapters of Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Rain battered the penthouse windows, each drop rattling the glass like eager fingers seeking entrance. The storm had been fierce for the last hour, its intensity matching the conflict raging outside the city. In a cruel twist, it seemed fitting. There were irreversible changes happening beyond these walls, and Leila was not there to witness it.She stood frozen, body tense, gripping the marble countertop in the dimly lit room. Her pulse thudded in her ears, drowning out everything except the still comms screen before her. Minutes earlier, Gwen had been on the line—her voice sharp and urgent, a vital connection to the outside world. But now, silence engulfed her.No fresh news.No assurance.Just static.Leila felt her stomach churn, breaths coming in shallow gasps. She should have fought harder to be involved. Should have defied Adrian’s insistence that she stay behind in safety while he faced the storm alone. She had trusted him to return. Now, that suffocating silence felt like a no

The first light of dawn began to seep over the horizon, golden beams piercing through thick clouds as if the sky were attempting to cleanse the city of the previous night's events. Yet, no sunrise could erase the past. No amount of light could wash away the deep shadows that had taken hold.Leila stood on the balcony of the penthouse, holding herself tightly as the wind tousled her hair. Below her, the city continued its routine—unaware, indifferent, moving ahead despite the bloodshed in its streets. News headlines were spreading rapidly like wildfire."Matteo Ricci Exposed: Underworld Empire Falls.""Ethan Graves, Kingpin in Disguise, Loses His Power."The truth was now out for all to see.But knowing the truth didn’t lighten her heart.It didn’t stir any emotion within her.The sliding glass door behind her opened quietly, and she recognized Adrian’s footsteps—slow, heavy, and purposeful. Each step seemed to carry the burden of all that he had lost, all he had fought to preserve.He

By the time they returned to the penthouse, the city outside was uncomfortably silent. This was the heavy stillness that followed destruction, a chilling quiet that lingered after a storm passed, leaving people hesitant to step outside and witness what had been left standing. The usual sounds of life—honking cars, far-off sirens, and the faint buzz of late-night activity—had vanished, replaced by an unsettling calm, as if the world itself was holding its breath.Leila stood at the enormous windows, arms tightly wrapped around herself, gazing at the skyline that had once felt untouchable. Now, all she could perceive were echoes of the past—ruins.Adrian leaned against the doorframe, exhaustion radiating off him in waves. Connor and Luca had left hours earlier, disappearing into the dark to ensure their actions remained hidden. Gwen's voice crackled through the speakerphone on the counter, relaying the latest updates and confirming that news of Delano's betrayal was spreading rapidly th

Time moved slowly for Leila, presenting a pace she hadn’t experienced before.Her life had been dominated by chaos and high-stakes decisions for so long. Now, in the calm refuge of Gwen’s apartment, the days felt easy and untroubled, free from the war she had distanced herself from.Leila hadn’t realized how much her former life had robbed her until she found herself waking up to the cheerful sounds of birdsong outside instead of muffled arguments, and to the scent of freshly brewed coffee rather than gunpowder and whiskey. There were no guards stationed outside, no tension saturating the environment, nor secretive plans being whispered like currency.It was simply… life.Ordinary life.On her second morning, she found herself in Gwen’s cozy kitchen, barefoot and wrapped in an oversized sweater that Gwen had tossed to her the night before. The loose sleeves enveloped her hands, and the fabric was soft from years of use. Sipping her coffee, she grimaced at the burnt flavor but held ont

The sun had just begun to rise over the city skyline when Leila stepped out of the elevator, her heart racing wildly in her chest.She tightened her grip on her bag strap as she gazed at the penthouse door, taking shallow breaths. She had imagined this moment countless times—what she would say, how Adrian would respond, and whether she’d even lose her nerve before making it this far. But now, standing there, her mind went blank.The key still worked.Of course, it did.The gentle click of the lock echoed through the silence as she pushed the door open. A wave of nostalgia washed over her—the scent of cedarwood and coffee, the soft buzz of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the posh minimalism of a space that had once felt so enormous.Everything appeared unchanged.And yet, it felt different.Leila lingered in the doorway, her feet refusing to move further inside. The penthouse remained perfectly ordered, yet there was an emptiness to it now, a stillness that hadn’t been