Lahat ng Kabanata ng TRAPPED IN DESIRE : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Julian’s POVThe soft hum of the private jet fades as we touch down on a private airstrip outside London, the dawn sky a gentle pink over rolling green hills. Sophia sits beside me, her hand in mine, her hazel eyes heavy with exhaustion but bright with trust. Her curls frame her face, and her hand rests on her stomach, where our baby—our future—grows, safe for now.We escaped New York without a hitch, Rob’s meticulous planning outsmarting Daniel’s tracking, Nadya’s threat at my penthouse door silenced by a swift exit through a hidden service elevator. My heart still races, the memory of her chilling words “Open the door, Julian, or Sophia’s baby pays the price” lingering, but we’re here, in my countryside estate, a sanctuary away from the press, my grandfather’s schemes, and Sophia’s toxic family. For the first time in weeks, I breathe, knowing she’s safe, settled, mine.The estate looms ahead as our car winds through oak-lined lanes, its stone walls and sprawling gardens a world apar

Content Warning: The following contains detailed, explicit romantic content intended for mature readers, crafted to be evocative yet tasteful within the story’s context.Julian’s POVThe firelight bathes my London estate’s living room in a golden haze, the crackling flames casting shadows that dance across Sophia’s skin as she leans against the velvet couch, her hazel eyes gleaming with a trust that sets my blood ablaze. Her curls cascade over her shoulders, catching the light, and her hand rests on her stomach, where our baby grows, a quiet reminder of the future we’re fighting for.The “Termination Protocol” package sits unopened on my desk, Daniel’s note “You can’t hide forever, Julian” a distant threat in this hidden sanctuary. No one knows we’re here, Rob’s encrypted security keeping Daniel, Nadya, Emily, and Sophia’s parents at bay.My vendetta against Lucas’s family for my parents’ accident fades against the heat in Sophia’s gaze, her returning memories,our gala night, my promi

Sophia’s POVThe midday sun streams through the tall windows of Julian’s London estate, bathing the studio in a soft, golden light that feels like a promise of peace. I sit at an easel, a blank canvas before me, my fingers brushing the handle of a paintbrush Julian gave me, its weight familiar, grounding. My curls are tied loosely, still damp from the shower, and my body hums with the warmth of our morning together—Julian’s touch, his love, a fire that lingers in my heart but not my focus now.My hand rests on my stomach, where our baby kicks gently, a quiet reminder of the future we’re building in this hidden sanctuary, far from New York’s chaos Daniel’s chilling “Termination Protocol” note, Nadya’s lies, Emily’s betrayal, and my parents’ greed. No one knows we’re here, Julian’s meticulous security keeping us ghosts, and for the first time in months, I feel safe, ready to reclaim the pieces of myself Lucas tried to erase.The studio is a haven, its walls lined with shelves of paints

Sophia’s POVThe afternoon sun pours through the wide windows of Julian’s London estate, bathing the studio in a warm, golden light that dances across my canvas, where vibrant blues and greens blend into a landscape of the estate’s gardens. I sit at my easel, paintbrush in hand, the soft bristles gliding smoothly, each stroke a reclaiming of the artist I was before Lucas’s cruelty buried me. My curls are loosely tied, my sweater soft against my skin, and my hand occasionally drifts to my stomach, where our baby kicks gently, a quiet promise of the future Julian and I are building. Here, in this secluded haven, no one knows we’re here—not Daniel, with his chilling “Termination Protocol” note, not Emily, Nadya, or my parents, whose betrayal stings but feels distant, dulled by the peace of this sanctuary.My memories, once stolen by Emily’s orchestrated accident, are returning in soft waves Julian’s gentle touch at the gala, his vow to free me, the night we shared that created our child—

Sophia’s POVThe soft patter of rain against the windows of Julian’s London estate fills the morning with a gentle rhythm, the grey sky casting a serene glow over the library where I sit, a sketchbook open on my lap. My pencil moves steadily, capturing the delicate curve of a lily from the garden, its petals a symbol of the name we chose for our baby Lily, a promise of new beginnings.My curls are tucked into a loose bun, my sweater warm against the morning chill, and my hand rests briefly on my stomach, where our baby’s kicks are stronger now, a quiet reassurance in this hidden sanctuary. No one knows we’re here not Daniel, with his menacing “Termination Protocol” note, not Emily, Nadya, or my parents, whose betrayal feels like a fading scar, dulled by the peace of this estate.My memories, once shattered by Emily’s orchestrated accident, are piecing together Julian’s laughter, his touch, the night we created our child and each one feels like a light breaking through the fog, guiding