Page 109 of Wicked Trap

His eyes flashed darkly, and his nostrils flared. He clenched his palms into fists as though he was controlling himself from touching her.

“I know you are still in shock,” he gritted. “So, I’ll give you time to adjust. But know this, princess. I’m not letting you go.”

CHAPTER 35

Aryan was quite pissed, worried and frustrated.

He was still in his bloody penthouse when he should have been with his brothers and mother, where there was an ongoing family crisis.

His brother was supposed to get married a week ago. But instead, Yash was not only ditched at the wedding, he got shot by their enemy a few days ago.

Chaos had ensued, and he had been tied up for two straight weeks in putting out fires and ensuring nothing got out of hand. His brother was doing fine and was even planning a wedding in a couple of days. But with one enemy dead and the time to strike the remaining two enemies getting closer, Aryan had to stay back and finish what they started.

If only Tanvi hadn’t found out the truth at the most inconvenient time.

He had miscalculated by thinking she would stop trying to unearth the truth about the new Prism owner after having tried for two months. But his fiery pawn was stubborn as always.

It hadn’t struck him that she would go through his things and find his damn access badge.

Had she found it accidentally? Or was she deliberately searching through my things?

The shock on her face inside the boardroom seemed genuine. Until then, she hadn’t known or suspected him.

Although he understood her anger and feeling of betrayal, he had no fucking idea how to fix it right then. He had to wait until he could tell her the truth because he couldn’t risk her warning or confronting her father with the information she had.

That bastard would immediately be on alert if he knew the owner of Prism had been wooing his daughter under false pretenses. Girish Shetty would also find it too suspicious if that news coincided with the mall construction and other projects put on indefinite hold.

Fuck.

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” he called out.

It was his housekeeper. The old man looked worried.

“Sir... madam is not opening the door. I have her dinner readied.”

Aryan frowned. He knew Tanvi was going to give him trouble. But he needed her to stay put and be safe until things got sorted. He needed a few more weeks’ time. And for those weeks, he needed to let her know that she has no choice but to remain his guest.

“I’ll take the dinner to her room. You can leave now.”

The man nodded and left.

Frowning, Aryan left the guest bedroom and went to the master bedroom where Tanvi was going to stay. The dinner cart was left right outside.

He entered the bedroom code and pushed the door open before taking the dinner cart inside. It was dark inside the room.

“I want to be left alone!” an angry feminine voice growled.

He turned on the lights. Tanvi was seated on the bed. She blinked with the sudden lighting, but her face went back to the original glare.

“I have to leave tonight,” he said. “I won’t be back until a while. I want you to stay put and not trouble my housekeeper or the maids. I know you are angry. But you have to trust me on this. When I come back, we’ll talk again.”

She was quiet.

He pushed the cart towards the bed and opened the covers on the dishes. Serving a little of everything on the plate, he handed it to her.

She looked at the plate and then at him. With a sudden move, she swung her hand on the plate and knocked it out of his hand. The plate fell and crashed into pieces, the contents spilling all over his new suit.

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