All Chapters of Trapped By The Handsome CEO: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I’m happy—happy that he loves me just as much as I love him—but I’m also sad, hurt, and deeply angry. He kept the truth from me for so long. What stings the most, though, is that Stephanie—the woman he paid to pretend to be his lover—knew everything. He told her his feelings while I was left in the dark, breaking my heart over a lie. It hurts knowing he chose silence, lies, and another woman just to keep me away. I feel like such a fool. I walked to the wardrobe and pulled out the silk nightdress I’d bought months ago. I’d bought it with the desperate, foolish hope that I could seduce him. I’d thought: If I can just make him want me, give him a child, he won’t send me away. Then I’ll have time to make him see how much I love him. But I never got the chance. That night, I’d worn it, done my hair and makeup, and waited for him. He walked right past me, ignored me completely, and left the room. At the time, I’d felt stupid and rejected, but that pain is no

I woke up to a soft sound by the door—there was only one person it could be: Cade. I squeezed my eyes shut and pretended to be fast asleep. After everything that had happened earlier, after the cruel words and the hurt, it had taken him ages to come back. I had hoped he wouldn't return to the room at all, but he did. I lay perfectly still, keeping up the act. I heard his footsteps move softly around the room. Usually, he would just check and leave immediately, but this time… the door never clicked shut. He wasn't leaving. Why isn't he walking away? I wondered, my heart hammering. Suddenly, I felt the mattress dip. He pulled the covers up and settled into the bed right next to me. Is he seriously getting into the same bed as me? I thought, anger flaring up. I wanted to jump up and yell at him, but what good would it do? He thought I was asleep. I had to keep pretending. "Emily…" he whispered.

TEN YEARS AGO — DENISE’S POV It had been weeks since Racheal and her mother moved into our home, but I hadn’t forgotten a single detail of the day they arrived. Christopher never went near them; he barely spoke to them, and when he did, it was cold and sharp. He made their lives absolutely miserable, treating them like dirt beneath his shoes. I spent days trying to figure out what dark history lay between them, why he hated her mother so much… and today, I finally found out. And I was furious—absolutely seething—that Christopher had kept this massive secret from me all these years. I walked straight into his study without knocking, clutching an old photograph I’d found hidden away. “Can you not knock like a civilized person?!” he snapped, looking up from his desk. “Why didn’t you ever tell me that you were the one dating Racheal’s mother first? Before she even looked at your brother?!” I demanded, slamming th

I walked aimlessly out of the main house, my feet carrying me automatically toward the back of the estate, stopping right in front of the tiny, run-down cottage hidden away in the trees. Why did I come here? I stared at the weather-beaten walls, my chest tightening with pain and guilt. “Still feeling guilty about them, are you?” my mother’s voice came from behind me. She walked up and stood beside me, looking at the old house. “How can I not feel guilty, Mom? Do you honestly think I could feel good knowing that if I hadn’t been a coward and a fool, if I hadn’t listened to you… Racheal and her mother would still be alive, happy, and safe right here?” I asked bitterly. “It’s all in the past, Cade. Just move on already,” she said dismissively. “I can’t move on! No matter how hard I try, no matter what I do, I just can’t stop thinking about her,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “You know… I saw som

I walked back to the big house, my chest tight and heavy. This is what I wanted, right? Revenge. Justice for my mother. I should be happy… But I wasn’t. Instead, I felt sick, angry at myself, and hollow inside. I went straight to my mother’s room, needing to tell her what I had done. “Why are you back so early? Why aren’t you at the festival?” She asked, looking up from her chair. “Mom… I… I did something,” I stammered, my voice shaking. “What? What happened, Cade?” She stood up, walking toward me, concerned. “I… I did it to get back at Stacey for what I thought she was doing to you… I… I raped Racheal,” I whispered, the words tasting like poison. Her eyes went wide, her face draining of color. “You did WHAT?!” “I forced myself on her. I… I took her innocence… I raped her,” I repeated, tears stinging my eyes.