Trapped By The Billionaire Brothers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

ALYANA POVI didn’t go far.The moment the door to Julian’s office closed behind me, I didn’t slow down—I just kept walking, my mind already moving faster than my steps. The hallway felt narrower than usual, like the walls had shifted closer overnight, but I didn’t let it get to me.Not now.Not when things were finally starting to make sense.Elena.The name sat at the center of everything, steady and undeniable.I turned the corner toward the restricted wing, pulling my access card out before I even reached the scanner. My fingers didn’t shake, but I was aware of the tension sitting under my skin—tight, controlled, waiting.The door unlocked with a soft beep.Inside, the air was cooler, quieter. Different from the rest of the building. Less polished, more… honest. No pretenses here. Just records. Data. Things people didn’t bother dressing up.Exactly what I needed.I walked straight to one of the terminals, setting the folder down beside the keyboard. For a second, I just stood ther

ALYANA POVI didn’t leave the archives right away.Even after Julian walked out, I stayed exactly where I was, staring at the screen like it would rearrange itself if I just waited long enough. The cursor blinked steadily, almost impatient, like it was reminding me I already had enough to move forward.I just needed to decide how.I leaned back slowly, dragging a hand through my hair as I exhaled. My eyes closed for a second—not to rest, just to reset. Too many details, too many connections forming at once. If I rushed this, I’d miss something.And I couldn’t afford that.Not anymore.When I opened my eyes again, I didn’t hesitate. I pulled up the internal staff registry tied to the clearance ID I’d seen earlier. The system took a second longer this time, the delay enough to make my jaw tighten.Restricted.Of course it was.I clicked again, this time using the updated access Julian had quietly granted. The screen refreshed.Files opened.Names appeared.My eyes moved quickly, scannin

ALYANA POVI didn’t leave his office right away.Even after we agreed to move forward, I stayed by the desk, staring at the screen like something else might reveal itself if I looked long enough. The logs were still there. The pattern didn’t change. It just… sat there, quiet and precise, like it knew it wouldn’t be questioned easily.“They’re careful,” I said again, more to myself this time.Julian didn’t answer immediately. I felt him shift beside me, his attention still on the same details, but his posture slightly more alert now.“They’ve had time to be,” he said after a moment.I leaned back, folding my arms loosely. “So we’re dealing with someone patient.”“Yes.”“And confident.”“That too.”I let out a slow breath, glancing at him. “You don’t sound surprised.”“I’m not.”That made me pause. “You expected this?”“I expected resistance,” he replied. “This is just… a different form of it.”I studied him for a second, trying to read past the calm tone. “And you’re okay with that?”“

ALYANA POV By the second schedule change, I could already feel it. Not in the numbers. Not in the system. But in the way the building itself seemed to hold its breath. I stayed in my office, the door slightly ajar this time, letting in just enough noise from the hallway to remind me I wasn’t completely alone. My laptop screen glowed in front of me, logs updating in real time, every access point mapped out in clean, organized lines. Too clean. That was the problem. “Come on,” I muttered, eyes scanning the timestamps again. The first adjustment had been subtle. Expected. Controlled. The second— Not as smooth. There was a delay. Small. But it was there. I leaned forward, narrowing my eyes at the screen. “You hesitated.” Not long enough for anyone else to notice. But long enough for me. A soft knock broke my focus. I didn’t look away from the screen. “Come in.” The door opened slowly, and I heard the quiet click of it closing again. “You’ve been in here for over an ho

ALYANA POV Everything felt different the moment I stepped into his office like I belonged there. Not as a guest. Not as someone tolerated. But as someone expected. It wasn’t loud or obvious. No one announced it. No one needed to. It was in the way the assistant outside his office didn’t stop me this time. In the way the door opened without hesitation when I reached for it. In the way I didn’t pause before walking in. Julian was already inside, standing near his desk, reviewing something on his tablet. He didn’t look up immediately when I entered, but I knew he was aware of me. He always was. I closed the door behind me quietly. “You didn’t waste time.” “Neither did you,” he replied. His voice was calm, like always. Controlled. But there was something underneath it today—something more focused, sharper. I stepped closer to the desk, placing the files I’d brought down in front of him. “I updated your schedule. Two meetings moved, one canceled, and I added a review session this