All Chapters of Trapped with a Ruthless Billionaire : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

As Leila drifted toward consciousness, the first sensation she noticed was a comforting warmth from the body beside her. Adrian had his arm loosely draped over her waist, his grip loose but possessive even in sleep as if he couldn’t bear to part with her. His deep, steady breaths provided a soothing rhythm, the gentle rise and fall of his chest against her back adding to the soothness.For a moment, she remained still with her eyes closed, letting herself absorb the stillness. There were no sounds of gunfire, no hushed threats, and no war looming just outside the door.Just peace.It felt strangely unfamiliar.Leila repositioned herself, stretching her legs to shake off the confusion of waking up in a moment of calm rather than chaos. Her movement made Adrian to stir and instead of releasing her, he tightened his hold, pulling her even closer.“Don’t move,” he murmured against her skin in a thick sleepy, husky voice.She smiled, absentmindedly tracing her fingers along his forearm.

As soon as Leila stepped into the penthouse, she released a deep sigh of relief. The familiar warmth of home immediately enveloped her like a soothing hug, erasing the day's lingering stress. She slipped off her heels by the entrance, flexing her sore feet as the soft carpet cushioned her steps. The air was filled with the rich, distinctive scent of Adrian’s cologne—earthy and masculine, with a subtle hint of whiskey. It mingled with the faint smell of wood burning in the fireplace, creating a calming atmosphere that stood in stark contrast to the chaos she had just gone through at the gallery.Her eyes landed on Adrian, who was lounging on the couch, one arm casually draped over the backrest, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his strong forearms. In his other hand, he held a tumbler of whiskey, the amber liquid reflecting the golden hue of the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He appeared effortlessly relaxed, a world away from the commanding businessman who s

The investor gathering took place at a luxurious rooftop location, a masterpiece of modern architectural marvel that loomed over the glittering cityscape. The floor-to-ceiling windows showcased a stunning panorama of sparkling lights reaching far into the distance, while the mellow hum of soft jazz mixed with the clinking of crystal glasses and the subtle buzz of nearby conversations. The scent of expensive whiskey and finely aged cigars lingered in the air, intertwined with the intoxicating scent of wealth and power.Leila arrived at Adrian's side, her fingers lightly resting in the crook of his arm as they stepped into the lavish event. Her sleek black dress, tailored to perfection, glided over her figure with an effortless grace and elegance, the high slit teasing just enough to command attention while exuding a sense of refined elegance. As they walked in, heads turned, and she noticed the flickers of admiration in the eyes of onlookers. Adrian stood beside her, exuding authority

Leila was only vaguely aware of the hushed conversations and the distant sounds of the city as she and Adrian stepped out into the cool night. The chilly breeze should have felt refreshing, but instead, it only amplified the pressure in her chest. The weight of Camille's words lingered like an unwelcome shadow, refusing to dissipate.Camille had been trying with her, probing her defenses. As much as Leila tried to brush it off, the encounter remained unsettling. Camille’s hadn't just been provoking her for the sake of drama; there was a certainty in her tone, a smugness that indicated she wasn’t bluffing.Adrian let out a slow breath, his hand lightly resting on the small of her back as they walked toward the car waiting for them. “She’s trying to get under your skin,” he said.“She’s succeeding,” Leila confessed, crossing her arms defensively.Adrian shot her a glance, his face betraying little, but his eyes were keen. “She doesn’t matter.”Leila let out a humorless laugh. “Really? I

The cold night air bit at Leila’s skin, but she hardly felt it. The oppressive weight on her chest was much more overwhelming as she drove aimlessly through the deserted city streets. She had no destination in mind—only a desperate need to escape. She wanted to be far away from Adrian and the painful truth that had shattered her perception of him.The car's headlights pierced the darkness, revealing deserted sidewalks and quiet buildings. Outside appeared serene, a stark contrast to the storm raging within her.She should have seen it coming. Adrian was cutthroat in business, and she had always known that. She had witnessed his ruthless treatment of his enemies, his decisive actions, and his skillful manipulation of power dynamics with a precision that left no room for compassion.Yet understanding it intellectually was different from feeling its impact emotionally.He had once destroyed her father’s life's work, then positioned himself as her rescuer while concealing the harsh realit