All Chapters of TRAPPED BY MR CEO TO BE HIS FIANCÉE : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

SARAHI woke up that morning with a strange flutter in my chest. It was not just excitement. It was expectation. I had gone to bed thinking maybe things would go back to normal today. Maybe Donald would smile at me the way he used to. Maybe he would ask how I slept. Maybe he would at least look at me like I mattered.But when I went downstairs, he was already there, dressed casually in a white T shirt and fitted gray jeans. He stood near the dining table, scrolling through his phone, his expression serious and unreadable. He did not look up when I entered. Not even once."Good morning," I said softly, trying to sound cheerful.No response.The only sound filling the room was the faint tapping of his fingers on his phone screen and the low hum of the driver starting the car outside.After a few seconds, he simply nodded toward the door.That was all.My stomach sank so fast it almost hurt. That was it? No smile. No teasing remark. Not even a simple good luck for your first real day.I m

SARAHWhen I got home, the familiar scent of lavender and honey welcomed me, a comforting contrast to the chaotic energy of the college campus. The house felt unusually quiet, and when I stepped into the sitting room, I realized no one was around. The silence was peaceful, though it made the space feel even larger than usual. I took a moment to just breathe, letting the calmness settle around me.I walked up the stairs to my room, my steps light on the polished wood. Dropping my bag by the door, I shed my college clothes quickly, eager for the warmth and comfort of home. I grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom. The cold shower was invigorating, a sharp contrast to the heat of the day, and it left my skin tingling. Steam rose from the tiles, fogging the mirror slightly, and I lingered for a moment, just letting the water rinse away the tension in my muscles.After stepping out, I dabbed myself dry with another towel, careful to pat rather than rub. I reached for the lotion on my c

SARAHI woke up earlier than usual that morning. For a few seconds, I just lay there staring at the ceiling, letting the quiet settle into me before the day officially began. The air felt colder than the previous days, and I pulled the duvet closer to my chin before finally forcing myself to sit up. I had already decided what I was going to wear, so getting ready did not take too long.I chose not to pack my hair this time. Instead, I left it loose, carefully brushing through it so the curls would not tangle or loosen too much. I took my time with it, separating the strands gently with my fingers before running the brush through again. When I was satisfied, I stepped back and looked at myself in the mirror. Simple. Neat. Presentable.I checked my dress one last time, smoothing out invisible creases with my palms. After that, I picked up my books and slipped them into my bag along with my purse. I made sure my phone was safely inside before closing it properly. I hated the feeling of f

STELLAI searched everywhere for Ben but could not find him. One minute he was right beside me and the next he was gone. At first I thought he was joking around. He liked doing that sometimes, hiding behind people or pretending to walk off just to see my reaction. But this felt different. The air felt different. The noise around me became too loud and too far at the same time.I called his name once. Then again. My voice started shaking without my permission. People turned to look at me but no one answered. I moved through the crowd, pushing gently past students, scanning every face, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Every tall figure looked like him for a second before turning into someone else.I was so terrified. My chest felt tight and my hands were trembling. There was nothing I could do at that moment except call Sarah. She always knew what to do. She always thought clearly even when everyone else was panicking. I dialed her number immediately. It did not go through. I tried ag

SARAHI kept crying endlessly. I could not even control it anymore. The tears just kept falling no matter how many times I wiped my face. My head ached, my eyes were swollen, and my chest felt heavy like something was sitting on it and refusing to move.The prince tried so many times to console me but nothing he said could reach me. He stood there at first, looking uncomfortable, as if he did not know what to do with a crying girl in front of him. He told me to calm down. He said they would look into it. He said crying would not solve anything. But his words felt distant. None of it brought my mother back.Eventually he called Evelyn over.It is Saturday now and mum is still missing.The thought alone makes me feel like I am falling into a deep hole. I do not know what to do. I do not know who to blame. I do not even know where to start.It was yesterday night that Prince Donald received the call that mum went missing. I still remember the way his face changed when he answered the pho