A Night With Billionaire Playboy, Forever Trapped のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 6

Selena’s POV “I’m sorry Selena, didn’t mean for you to hear that,” Zayn muttered over the phone. My stomach twisted at the sound of his voice. What did he take me for?“Whatever Zayn”, I managed to whisper, tears flowing freely from my eyes. I was done with the relationship. Zayn, my boyfriend and now ex as far as I was concerned, had accidentally butt-dialed me a few minutes ago. I had heard the sounds and moanings of his betrayal. That lying, cheating jerk. He called back almost immediately after realizing his mistakes and his attempts at apology felt rehearsed, unreal even. “I am” he spoke up again, his voice void of any sort of emotions. “I don’t care, Zayn, not anymore”. I choked out, the tears now stinging my eyes. “I gave you everything, the best years of my life, but I’m not doing that anymore. I’m done. It’s over”. Ending the call with a shaky hand, I switched off my phone immediately. I stepped out into the cool night, the sudden silence, a relief to the turmoil I fel

Justin’s POV Selena. Goddamn, she was a firecracker. One minute she was vulnerable, pouring out her heart about her loser ex, the next minute she was rocking my world. A chuckle rumbled in my chest as I stared awake. She wasn’t in my bed anymore, she was long gone. The little note she left behind made me feel some type of way. Why did she leave without saying goodbye? I could still smell the scent of her perfume in the air. My phone buzzed, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was Jaden. My best friend and partner in crime. “Dude check the news,” the text read. “You’re trending” I rolled my eyes. Of course, I was. My life was borderline dramatic and the media was always at the center of it all. Wondering what this particular news was about, I pulled up the news app on my phone and scrolled through the headlines.“Billionaire Playboy’s Latest Conquest!” a blog wrote. “Who is the Mystery Woman for the Season? Another asked. There was a photo of Selena and I entering the hotel togeth

Selena’s POVIt was the wee hours of the morning. My head was pounding as if someone was using it as a drum. The police station was the worst – those bright, buzzing lights bouncing off the gross floor. I’d just finished giving my statements; the whole freaky ordeal still felt surreal. The hands over my mouth, the car ride in total darkness, the creepy voice of whoever grabbed me.Then, bam, everything went black, and some lady was whispering threats I couldn’t even remember clearly. By the time the cops showed up, they were gone. Poof. Like ghosts.The cops asked me a million questions – what the car looked like, what the guys looked like, anything and everything. But it was all a mess in my head, like a scrambled puzzle. I couldn’t even tell them why this had happened. Why me?As I sat there trying to piece together the fragments of the night's event, Justin showed up. And he was… different. Like, serious. No cocky smirk, just straight-up worry.“Selena”, he said, his eyes locking o