All Chapters of Trapped By Desire: Falling For A Heartless Billionaire : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"That shank," Alana muttered under her breath, her voice low.How her stepsister got her number came as a shock to her, but what was an even bigger shock was how she knew that she was involved with Roman. She was highly doubtful that Ryan was the one who told her family, so it only left one possibility in her mind.They hired someone to spy on her.She felt disgusted just thinking about it, but she was certain that they did. She leaned back into her seat as different emotions and thoughts ran through her head at once. As much as she didn't want to see her disgusting family's faces, she had no other choice than to attend this meeting.Her father left a lot in her name, and she had access to almost all of the property and assets he left for her, except for one thing, which had been his biggest asset; his diamond company.The will had stated that she was only to take control as chairwoman of the company after she got married to a respectable man from a respectable family. Until then, h

Wealth and luxury permeated the entire hotel suite. From the plush, expensive carpet draped on the floor in the entrance to the sleek cream-painted walls, everything exuded opulence. A piano sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, adding to the richness of the suite.The air was filled with the fresh scent of gourmet coffee, which Alana did not find calming in the least bit. Everything about the suite only made her uneasy. She reached for her coffee cup, taking a small sip before placing it back down on the saucer on the glass table.She was wearing a deep blue, long-sleeve gown that stopped just by her knees. Her brown curly hair cascaded down her back, and she used clips to keep it from falling to the side of her face. She had taken enough time the previous night to ensure she was prepped for today.Her eyes fell on her late father's lawyer sitting across from her in the sitting room. The man pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he read through the part of the will

Alana's steps quickened the moment she stepped out of the suite. Her heels clicked loudly on the marble floor of the hallway, the second echoing in her ear, her strides maintaining their pace as her breath quickened, coming out shallow and unstable. Her fingers shook as she reached for the elevator button, she pressed it in haste, stepping in the moment the door opened and pressing the button for the first floor.The memory from the day the gardener was killed resurfaced in her mind, the image vivid and clear. She could still recall the thick smell of blood, the man's lifeless body, and his unrecognizable face. Her palm flew up to cover her mouth as she felt the urge to throw up, sweat forming on her forehead and temples, despite how cold her body felt."Calm yourself, Alana," she whispered to herself.She took in deep, shaky breaths, trying to calm herself. She couldn't afford to have a breakdown now, especially in public like this. She swallowed, shutting her eyes as her breathing

He strode over to her, his expression stoic and unreadable, holding her gaze."Why are you sitting on the floor?" he asked, staring down at her when he reached her."I tripped," Alana replied, looking up at him with innocent brown eyes before those same eyes fell on his chest.Sighing, Roman bent down, carried her in his arms, and placed her back on the bed. He turned to walk away, but Alana caught his arm with both hands, stopping him. He glanced back at her with a questioning look."What?""I—" Alana's eyes fell down to his arm, her palm wrapping around him tightly. "Feverish. I'm feeling feverish," she murmured.Roman sat on the bed placing the back of his palm on her fore head to feel her temperature. "You're warm," he commented. "But I doubt it's a fever," he said, his palm slipping down to her cheek then down to her neck.A soft gasp escaped Alana's lips when his palm reached her neck, which caught Roman's attention."Does your neck hurt?" Roman asked.Despite his cold and stoi

Yet, he still needed an answer to his question. He was curious to know what she had been up to the entire day with Carl, especially why she was wearing a different dress. So he pulled away again, but his fingers quickly took over where his mouth had been."Why are you wearing a different dress?" he repeated his question."I changed," she answered as she leaned in, kissing his neck."Carl took me to a hotel. I took a shower and changed into that dress he got me, had some wine, before he brought me back here," she whispered against his neck.She just wanted him to continue; they could talk about anything else later. But Roman had something else in mind."You were in a hotel room with Carl?" Roman asked, his voice dropping to a cold intensity, which Alana failed to notice."Yes," she answered without thinking as she worked her tongue down to his collarbone, softly biting onto it.Roman drew in a sharp breath, relishing the pleasurable feeling that was almost so intoxicating he was moment