Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Night With Billionaire Playboy, Forever Trapped : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Selena’s POV The warmth of Justin’s kiss still lingered, an invisible touch, when my phone screen flared, illuminating the car's interior. The picture was a brutal punch: Justin and Bella, lips locked, an angle that screamed betrayal. The text read: ‘Thought you'd like a souvenir. A little reminder of where Justin’s tongue has been. Bet you’re going to love this. Especially since the same tongue was just... well everywhere on yours.’Suddenly, the car felt way too small, like the walls were closing in. I was gasping for air. I spun around, trying to figure it out. Who sent that picture? Did they actually see us? And when did Justin and Bella even kiss? My head was a complete mess.I practically ripped the car door open, the cool night air biting at my skin. I stumbled onto the curb. My driver and bodyguard were probably somewhere nearby, but I didn't care. I just needed to get the hell out of there. I flagged down the first taxi I saw, the city lights turning into these blurry, co

Justin's POVNo, no, no. This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not when she'd finally started to let her guard down when I'd finally felt like she was seeing me. Not the billionaire, not the playboy, but just…me.My stomach churned, a cold knot of dread twisting inside. How the hell had someone gotten that picture? It was from Bella's apartment, that damn night she'd called about the fake break-in at the factory.Manipulative much. I felt a bike ride in my throat. And to think Selena saw that."Jaden," I called out, my voice a bit strained, the words barely a rasp, "her place. Now.""Are you even sure she’s gone home?" Jaden asked, his eyes still scanning the now-almost-empty ballroom. The music had died down, replaced by a tense, heavy silence. "She's nowhere to be found. Her driver, her bodyguard…nobody knows where she went." I said, my voice a low rumble.My frustration spiked. A raw, jagged thing. I was trying so hard to keep my composure, to maintain that carefully constructed fa

Selena's POV"Get me my checkbook," Justin thundered, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Now!"Tom ran off and soon returned with his checkbook. The apartment was suffocating, the aftermath of the confrontation hanging in the air like a foul stench. My mother stood motionless, her eyes darting between Justin and the checkbook, her expression cold and calculating."So," Justin said, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife, his eyes fixed on my mother. "Who am I making this check out to? And... twenty million dollars. Does that cover the, shall we say, inconvenience?" He raised an eyebrow, letting the question hang in the air.My breath caught in my throat. Twenty million dollars. Just like that. A sum that could rewrite lives, erase years of struggle, and make impossible dreams a reality. And he was offering it like it was a spare twenty bucks.I knew he had money, tons of it, but this... this was something else entirely. It wasn't just the amount; it was the casual

Selena's POVMy fingers, still a little unsteady, loosened their grip on the bouquet. I held my breath, tilting it, trying to decipher who had sent it. My eyes widened, and the breath I was holding escaped my lips.“Hailey,” I whispered, turning to her. “It’s addressed to you.”Hailey, who’d been leaning against the doorframe, her expression a mix of confusion and nonchalance. “To me?” She stepped forward, her eyebrows arching.“Seriously?”She took the card, her fingers tracing the written words. “Huh,” she murmured, her eyes scanning through the card. “Well, this’s… something.”She held the card up, turning it slightly, as if trying to see if there was a secret message hidden in the shadows.“Twenty-five roses,” she said, her lips curving into a small, almost amused smile. “Well someone’s got… taste.”I watched her, my eyebrows raising slightly. “Hailey, this is… weird, right? Who sends twenty-five roses anonymously?”She gave a little shrug, flipping the cream-colored card onto the

Selena’s POVMy bedroom was so quiet, it felt like the air itself was pressing down on me. I stared at the peeling paint on the ceiling, replaying his words, each one a sharp, jagged piece of glass. We weren’t even in a real relationship for crying out loud. What was he done with? Pretending?"I'm done trying to win you over, Selena." Done. Just like that. Like I was some kind of… chore he was finally finished with. My chest ached a deep, empty pain that spread through my arms and legs, making them feel heavy and numb. I curled up on my side, pulling my old blanket up to my chin, but I still felt cold. Not the kind you get from a sudden burst of wind, but the kind that settles deep inside, a cold, hard fear that I'd finally lost him. Not that I had him in the first place though.Was it all a show? The thought echoed in my head, a cruel, mocking laugh. Had he ever truly felt anything? Or was I just another game piece, another way for him to flex his control? I curled up tighter, te