Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire's Game

Aleah leaned against the cold silk wallpaper in the hallway, her heart pounding in her chest, because she had just told a shocking lie.

To escape the shadowy gazes of the nightclub, she announced to everyone that she was Kaden Knight's girlfriend.

That powerful heir to a wealthy family who could control everything.

However, he himself was unaware of this.

Now all she has to do is slip out of the side door of the VIP area and disappear into the Las Vegas night, and the lie will vanish with her.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her wrist.

Aliya's heart sank. A chilling fear gripped her as she was abruptly pulled aside and dragged into a dimly lit private lounge in the hallway.

The door clicked shut behind her.

The man's heavy breathing surrounded her ears, and his hand wrapped around her waist, an aggressive embrace coming from behind.

In an instant, Aleah's ear tips turned red.

Because she clearly felt that something unspoken was awakening behind her legs!

She stumbled, her hip hitting the armrest of a soft leather sofa. Panic gripped her. It must be that man in the hallway!

She had just escaped the man who had been harassing her with ill intentions. He hadn't given up yet.

A soft laugh pierced the darkness. The voice was deep, carrying a lazy and mocking tone.

The figure moved, holding a metal lighter in his hand, which clicked as it was opened and closed. The brief flash of the flame illuminated his sharply defined, undeniable jawline.

Alya's pupils contracted.

She recognized the face. It was the face gazing at the reader from the cover of a business magazine-Kaden Knight himself!

Her blood froze in her veins. Her mind went blank. Every bit of good fortune she thought she possessed shattered in that silent moment.

Kaden Knight stood up. He was tall, casting a long, intimidating shadow that seemed to engulf the room. He walked slowly toward her, a predatory smile playing on his lips.

"My...girlfriend?" he asked. His voice was a deep, pleasant baritone, yet it sent a chill down her spine.

"How come I never knew I had a girlfriend?"

Alia forced her body to thaw. Denying it now would only make things worse. She had to keep up the act.

"Kaden," she managed to say, forcing a weak smile. "You scared me."

He stopped directly in front of her, so close that she could faintly smell the expensive tobacco and cologne emanating from his clothes. The air crackled with his presence.

He didn't speak. He just looked at her with his deep gray eyes, peeling away her composure layer by layer, as if he could see through every desperate thought in her mind.

Beads of sweat appeared on her palms. She forced herself to meet his gaze, trying to project the playful annoyance of a caught-out, coquettish girlfriend, rather than the raw fear of a conman cornered by his target.

Suddenly, he smiled genuinely. He reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of her long hair behind her ear.

"You have a lot of guts," he said softly.

Alia's breath caught in her throat. She had no idea what he was planning.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her earlobe. His warm breath made her neck tremble.

"So, my girlfriend," he whispered, his voice like an alluring poison. "What's your name?"

This question was a devastating blow to her, shattering her last shred of fragile composure. She wasn't just caught lying. She had fallen into a trap far more dangerous than that.

Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her face drained of color, becoming pale and stiff.

Kaden straightened up, his eyes scrutinizing her panicked expression with the satisfaction of a cat toying with its prey.

There was a rapid knocking on the door, followed by the suppressed anger of the person she was lying to, who was loudly complaining to the club manager.

Kaden's playful expression vanished. His eyes turned cold. He glanced at the door, then looked at Alia.

With a swift movement, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tightly against his strong body. He held her close, like a possessive, inescapable cage.

Aliya froze, her thoughts a jumbled mess of confusion.

Kaden unlocked the door and opened it. Standing outside were a terrified club manager, Sean, and the stubborn playboy, his face now etched with disbelief.

When they saw this, their eyes widened: Kaden Knight, the untouchable industry giant, was holding Alia as if she were some precious treasure.

Kaden's cold, disdainful gaze swept over the wealthy young man. He didn't say a word, but the warning was clear.

Then, he looked down at the stiff woman in his arms. In front of everyone, he leaned down and kissed her lips.

Deep, insane.

Finally, in a shocked silence in the corridor, he uttered the words that would decide her fate.

"Honey, we should go."