Trapped By The Billionaire Brothers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

ALYANA POV By the afternoon, the building felt different. Not quieter. Not louder. Just… aware. I noticed it the moment I stepped out of Julian’s office to handle the next set of documents. Conversations didn’t stop when I passed anymore. They shifted. Lowered just enough to sound controlled, but not enough to hide that they were happening. People weren’t pretending I didn’t exist. They were watching. And for the first time, I didn’t feel like avoiding it. I adjusted the folder in my hands and kept walking, my pace steady, my expression neutral. If they were going to look, then let them. I wasn’t here by accident anymore. “Alyana.” I slowed slightly at the sound of my name. Not Julian. I turned. One of the board members from earlier—Mr. Calder—was approaching, his steps measured, his expression polite but careful. “Do you have a minute?” he asked. I studied him for a second before nodding. “Depends.” A small smile. Controlled. “It won’t take long.” I shifted the folde

ALYANA POVI didn’t realize how quiet the mansion could get until I started noticing it on purpose.Not the peaceful kind of quiet. The kind that waits. The kind that feels like something is about to happen, even if nothing moves.I stood by the window in Julian’s study, fingers lightly resting against the edge of the desk, staring out at the dark stretch of the gardens. The lights outside barely reached the far end, leaving parts of it swallowed in shadow.It used to make me uneasy.Now… it just made me think.“You’ve been standing there for ten minutes.”I didn’t turn right away. His voice came from behind me, calm, low, like he had been watching longer than he admitted.“I didn’t realize you were keeping track,” I replied, my tone even.“I always do.”Of course he did.I finally turned, leaning back slightly against the desk. Julian stood near the doorway, sleeves rolled just enough

ALYANA POV The next morning didn’t feel new. It felt like a continuation of something I hadn’t finished. I arrived at the company earlier than usual, the city still settling into its rhythm, the lobby quieter, less crowded. But even with fewer people, the atmosphere didn’t feel lighter. If anything, it made everything sharper. More noticeable. More intentional. I walked straight to the elevators without stopping, my reflection briefly catching in the mirrored walls. Composed. Put together. Like I had everything under control. I didn’t. But I was getting better at looking like I did. When the elevator doors opened to the executive floor, I stepped out and headed directly toward the secured wing. No hesitation this time. No second-guessing. I already made the decision yesterday. Now I just had to follow through. The guard

ALYANA POV The statement went live before lunch. I didn’t have to check. I felt it. The shift was immediate—like the entire building adjusted around it. Conversations changed tone. The looks I got weren’t just curious anymore. They were calculating. I sat at my desk, staring at my screen without really reading anything. My phone buzzed for the fifth time in less than a minute. Notifications. Messages. News alerts. I finally picked it up. “Vance Confirms Marriage—Alyana to Remain by Julian’s Side.” Short. Direct. Just like he said. My jaw tightened slightly as I scrolled through the reactions. Some were neutral. Some supportive. But most of them— Speculative. “Power move.” “Strategic wife.” “Temporary turned permanent?” I locked my p

ALYANA POVI stayed in the study longer than I meant to.At some point, the sky outside the windows had turned completely dark, the reflection of the room replacing the gardens beyond the glass. The only sounds left were the occasional turning of pages, the quiet hum of the air conditioner, and Julian moving around somewhere behind me.Not interrupting.Just existing in the same space.Which somehow felt more distracting.I sat cross-legged on the couch now, several folders spread across the table in front of me, my concentration starting to blur from staring at timestamps for too long.“This company keeps too many records,” I muttered.Julian glanced up briefly from where he stood near the bar cabinet. “That’s usually considered a good thing.”“Not when half of them contradict each other.”“That’s not the records’ fault.”I narrowed my eyes slightly. “You sound defensive.”“I sound realistic.”I let out a quiet breath through my nose before looking back down at the documents. “There