Trapped by the Ruthless Billionaire

Aleah leaned against the cool silk wallpaper of the corridor, the breath she'd been holding finally rushing out of her lungs. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat caused by the lie she had just told.

Kaden Knight's girlfriend.

The words still echoed in her ears, audacious and terrifying.

She smoothed down the skirt of the borrowed, expensive dress. It felt like a costume for a role she was dangerously unqualified to play. All she had to do was slip out the side entrance of the VIP area, disappear into the Las Vegas night, and the lie would dissolve with her.

A hand clamped around her wrist.

The grip wasn't brutal, but it was firm, absolute. Unyielding.

Aleah's heart didn't just drop; it plummeted. A cold dread washed over her as she was yanked sideways, pulled directly into a dimly lit private lounge beside the corridor.

The door clicked shut behind her. The sound was final.

She stumbled, her hip hitting the arm of a soft leather sofa. Panic seized her. It had to be the man from the hallway, the one whose unwelcome advances she had just escaped. He hadn't given up.

A soft chuckle cut through the shadows. It was low, laced with a lazy, mocking amusement.

From the depths of a massive armchair, a figure stirred. A man sat up, a metal lighter clicking open and shut in his hand. The brief flare of the flame illuminated a sharp, unforgiving jawline.

Aleah's pupils contracted.

She knew that face. It was the face that stared out from the covers of business magazines, the face of Kaden Knight himself.

Her blood turned to ice in her veins. Her mind went completely blank. Every ounce of luck she thought she had shattered in that single, silent moment.

Kaden Knight rose to his feet. He was tall, his frame casting a long, intimidating shadow that swallowed the room. He moved toward her, one slow step at a time, a predatory smile playing on his lips.

"My... girlfriend?" he asked. His voice was a low, pleasant baritone that sent a chill crawling down her spine.

Aleah forced her body to unfreeze. Denying it now would be worse. She had to see the performance through.

"Kaden," she managed, forcing a brittle smile. "You scared me."

He stopped directly in front of her, so close she could smell the faint, expensive scent of tobacco and cologne clinging to his clothes. The air crackled with his presence.