Lahat ng Kabanata ng TRAPPED IN DESIRE : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Sophia’s POVThe glass shards glitter on the floor like jagged stars, the remnants of the safehouse window that just exploded inward. My heart slams against my ribs, my breath caught in my throat as Julian pulls me down behind the bed, his body shielding mine. The scream from outside“You’re mine, Sophia!”echoes in my ears, a chilling reminder that nowhere is safe anymore. The red laser dot that danced across the wall moments ago still burns in my mind, a predator’s mark. Was it Lucas? His voice, twisted with rage, feels so familiar, yet there’s a chance it’s someone else,someone new, someone worse. My hands instinctively cradle my stomach, protecting the tiny life inside me, Julian’s child, the secret that’s turned my world into a battlefield.Julian’s arm is a steel band around me, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers, “Stay down, Sophia. Don’t move.” His voice is steady, but I can feel the tension in his body, the coiled energy of a man ready to fight. Asher’s in the living

Lucas’s POVThe muffled gunshot echoes in my ears, a sharp crack that freezes the blood in my veins. I stagger back, my hand flying to my chest, expecting to feel the wet warmth of blood, but there’s nothing just the pounding of my heart. The figure in the doorway lowers the silenced pistol, their face obscured by the shadows, but their posture is calm, deliberate, like a predator who’s already claimed their kill. My eyes dart past them, searching for the target, and I see it: a body slumped in the grass just outside the cabin’s back door, motionless, blood pooling beneath them. My stomach churns. Who’s dead? Emily? One of Julian’s men? Or someone else entirely?“You’re lucky,” the figure says, their voice low, unfamiliar, tinged with a cold amusement that sends a shiver down my spine. “I wasn’t aiming for you. Yet.” They step forward, the faint moonlight catching the edge of a hood, but I still can’t make out their face. My hand tightens on the gun in my waistband, but I don’t draw i

Sophia’s POVThe flickering light in the underground chamber casts harsh shadows across Daniel Gray’s face, his cold blue eyes ,Julian’s eyes boring into me with a ruthless intensity that steals my breath. The syringe in his hand glints, the needle’s tip grazing my arm, a cold sting that sends a wave of dizziness crashing over me. My vision blurs, the edges darkening as I stumble back, my hands clutching my stomach, shielding my unborn child from this nightmare. Daniel’s smile is a cruel slash, triumphant, as he looms closer, his voice a low, mocking drawl. “This is for your own good, Sophia,” he says, but the words are a lie, a twisted promise from a man I thought was an ally. Darkness creeps in, my limbs heavy, but I fight it, my heart screaming for Julian, for our baby, for escape.My knees buckle, and I collapse against a crate, the metal biting into my back, grounding me in the haze. The chamber stacked with weapons, monitors flickering with footage of the chaos above feels like

Sophia’s POVThe world is a haze of pain and shadow, my body heavy, my thoughts sluggish as I claw my way back to consciousness. My head throbs, the metallic tang of blood on my lips, and my hands instinctively cradle my stomach, a desperate need to protect my baby Julian’s baby anchoring me to reality. The air is thick with the smell of smoke and gasoline, the ground beneath me vibrating with the rumble of an engine. I’m in a vehicle, a van, my body slumped against a hard seat, my wrists bound with zip ties that bite into my skin. My heart lurches as fragments of memory flood back: the tunnel beneath the safehouse, Daniel Gray’s cold eyes, the syringe’s sting, and those familiar eyes behind a tactical mask Emily, my sister, betraying me.A sudden jolt throws me against the seat, and a deafening explosion rocks the van, the world tilting as screams pierce the air. My eyes snap open, my vision blurry but clearing, and I see Daniel in the front passenger seat, his pistol drawn, his face

Sophia’s POVThe gunshot’s echo pierces the night, a sharp crack that drowns out the roar of flames and the distant thump of the helicopter. Blood sprays, warm and wet, splashing across my face as Lucas’s grip on my shoulder falters, his gray eyes widening in shock. I scream, stumbling back, my bound hands clumsy as I shield my stomach, protecting my baby Julian’s baby, the only thing keeping me tethered to hope in this nightmare. Nadya stands before me, her rifle still raised, her dark eyes glinting with triumph, but the blood isn’t mine it’s Lucas’s, a crimson stain blooming across his chest. He collapses, his gun clattering to the forest floor, his breath a ragged gasp as he clutches at the wound.“You’re not his anymore,” Nadya says, her voice cold, victorious, but there’s a tremor in it, a crack in her resolve. My vision blurs, the drug Daniel injected still dragging at my senses, my body trembling from the crash, the chase, the terror. The clearing is a warzone flames licking th