Semua Bab TRAPPED IN DESIRE : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Sophia’s POVThe gentle morning light spills through the leaded windows of a cozy study in Julian’s London estate, its oak-paneled walls lined with bookshelves, their spines worn with stories I long to share with our daughter, Lily. I sit at a polished desk, a leather-bound journal open before me, my pen poised to write a letter to her, a gift for when she’s older, words to capture the love I feel in this hidden sanctuary. My curls are swept into a loose braid, my soft sweater brushing my growing belly, where Lily’s kicks are a steady rhythm, anchoring me to this moment. 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 faint scar, softened by the peace of this estate. My memories, once shattered by Emily’s accident, are weaving together—Julian’s touch, his promises, the night we created Lily and each one feels like a word on a page, writing me whole again.Julian enters, carrying a tray of t

Sophia’s POVThe golden glow of dawn seeps through the velvet drapes of a secluded bedroom in Julian’s sprawling London estate, its high ceilings and ornate chandelier casting a warm shimmer over the silk sheets where I lie. My body hums with anticipation, my skin flushed, my breath uneven as I await Julian, the man who’s become my haven. This place, a labyrinth of stone corridors and secret gardens, shields us from the world—Daniel’s machinations, Emily’s schemes, Nadya’s betrayals, my parents’ greed—all locked out by Julian’s meticulous protections. My past, fractured by Emily’s calculated cruelty, is mending, each fragment of memory—Julian’s gaze, his whispered vows igniting a fire within me, a hunger only he can sate.Julian steps into the room, his silhouette framed by the doorway, his dark hair tousled, his blue eyes smoldering with a desire that mirrors mine. He’s shirtless, his chiseled torso gleaming in the low light, his tailored trousers low on his hips, revealing the taut

Sophia’s POVThe dawn’s golden warmth lingers in the secluded bedroom of Julian’s London estate, but as our breaths steady, our bodies still entwined from the intensity of our shared passion, I feel a quiet pull to create something new, a melody to echo our love. I slip from the silk sheets, my skin still flushed, and pull on a soft linen dress, its fabric cool against my thighs. Julian watches, his blue eyes glinting with a tender glow, his bare chest rising slowly, and I smile, taking his hand. “Come with me,” I whisper, my voice light, leading him through the estate’s hidden corridors to a music room I discovered yesterday, its polished wood and velvet curtains a haven for our hearts. This secret refuge, its high walls and veiled paths, keeps us beyond the reach of Daniel’s cunning, Emily’s schemes, Nadya’s silence, and my parents’ greed. My past, fractured by Emily’s cruel act, is mending—Julian’s voice, his devotion each moment a note, composing the song of my soul.We enter the

Julian’s POVI close the laptop, its soft click echoing in the quiet study, the weight of my plans to shield Sophia and our unborn daughter, Lily, settling like a mantle over my shoulders. The morning light fades, and a restless need to see Sophia pulls me from the desk. I step through the estate’s hidden corridors, my footsteps muffled on the polished floors, until I reach a private balcony overlooking a secluded courtyard, its ivy-covered walls bathed in the soft glow of dawn. My dark hair catches the breeze, my sweater light against my skin, and I lean on the wrought-iron railing, my mind charting the next steps to keep our enemies at bay—Daniel’s cunning, Emily’s pursuit, Nadya’s silence, Sophia’s parents’ greed all locked out by this fortress of stone and secrecy. Sophia’s past, broken by Emily’s cruel act, is healing, her trust in me a beacon, and I’ll ensure no shadow dims her light.I breathe deeply, the air crisp with the scent of dew and blooming jasmine, and decide to plan

Sophia’s POVThe morning sun spills through the lace curtains of a private suite in Julian’s sprawling London estate, its soft glow dancing across a mahogany vanity where I sit, preparing for a discreet doctor’s visit to check on our daughter, Lily. My hair is pinned loosely, my cotton dress light against my skin, the gentle swell of my pregnancy a quiet reminder of the life we’re nurturing. I pack a small bag with essentials—a notebook for questions, a soft scarf for comfort,my heart fluttering with anticipation for news of Lily’s health. This hidden estate, its stone walls and secret passages, shields us from Daniel’s cunning, Emily’s pursuit, Nadya’s silence, and my parents’ greed. My past, once fractured by Emily’s cruel act, is knitting together—Julian’s laughter, his vows each moment a stitch, weaving hope into my heart.Julian enters, a tray of tea and toast in hand, his dark hair glinting in the light, his blue eyes bright with a warmth that steadies me. He’s in a soft sweater