Page 108 of Wicked Trap

In her experience, rich and powerful men often went to any extent to achieve what they wanted at the cost of others. She had seen her father being similarly ruthless.

How far would the man who trapped her go?

She shuddered.

But she took a deep breath. No. I can’t let fear overcome me. She had been in dangerous situations before when she took on industrialists and other businessmen against whom she protested.

So what if the man who lay an elaborate trap for her and made her fall in love was more powerful and dangerous? She was going to fight him and escape.

She would not let him win.

She went to the sink and rinsed her mouth. Using her finger and toothpaste, she scrubbed her teeth and inside of her mouth. She refused to use the toothbrush that most likely belonged to him.

Splashing her face with cold water, she dried it with a towel. And then, with slightly trembling hands, she stepped out of the massive bathroom.

Her heart nearly stopped when she saw him waiting in the bedroom. He was standing by the bed.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

A tidal wave of emotions overwhelmed her seeing him properly after nearly three weeks.

Anger. Happiness. Shock. Fear.

She clung to the anger. The fact that her heart raced with happiness for a few moments made her all the more angry.

He watched her quietly. Although her stupid heart continued to melt seeing the familiar face, her mind absorbed the fact that he wasn’t the man she fell in love with. He wore an expensive suit, and it was the same one he had been wearing while attending the board meeting when she had barged in.

She wondered how much time had passed since he kidnapped her. If he hadn’t changed his suit, it probably meant only a few hours had passed.

“Why am I here?” she demanded.

He didn’t respond and continued to watch her.

A trickle of fear crept into her heart. “Are you going to kill me?”

His eyes flashed. “I’m not going to harm you in any way.”

She shook her head. “I don’t believe you. I know you are a ruthless bastard who came into my life and deliberately trapped me. And I also know I’m the only thing standing between you and what you want.”

“I want you in my life,” he said calmly.

Her heart jerked before anger filled it again. “Stop it! I’m not going to fall for your lies again!”

He continued to watch her silently again.

“If you don’t plan on killing me, what do you plan to do to me?” she demanded. “It will take weeks for the trees to be cut in the City Central Park and lay the foundation of the mall. You can’t keep me here that long. People will know I’m missing.”

His eyes flashed. “I don’t care about the fucking mall. I never had any intention to cut down the trees to build a mall in the park. But I have to keep you here until things settle down.”

She looked at him in disbelief. He was a billionaire with a real estate company who had come to India with the sole purpose to expand his company’s presence in the city.

“I don’t believe you,” she snapped.

He let out a sigh. “I know it’s hard to believe me right now. But I will reveal the truth when the time comes. Until then, you have to trust me—”

Before he could finish the sentence, she slapped him hard. It was involuntary as rage and hurt filled her at the word.

“Don’t ever ask me to trust you!” she yelled. “I don’t care about your so-called truth. You are a sick bastard, and I want you to let me go!”

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