Alle Kapitel von Trapped in his dangerous love : Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

Nyla.I woke in the morning to an empty bed. For a moment, I thought Dominic might be lying beside me, the warmth of his body still pressing against mine. But the sheets were cold and still. My heart skipped a beat, and I closed my eyes, trying to remember if last night had been real or just a dream. Every detail—the way he had held me, the gentleness of his voice, the way my pulse had settled against his chest—was vivid, undeniable.I sat up slowly, letting the morning light filter across the room. The soft rays highlighted the living space he had prepared, the careful touches that made it feel like it could be mine. It was quiet, almost unnervingly so, and the stillness wrapped around me like a weight I couldn’t shake.For a long moment, I just sat there, letting my thoughts wander. Last night had changed something between us, though I wasn’t sure exactly what. I could feel it in the way my heart still raced when I thought of him, the way my hands itched to reach for him, the way a

“They will smell me, Luke. Please stop,” I whispered, and Dominic’s lips curved into a quiet smile. “Even better,” he replied softly, his hand brushing mine under the table. No one around us had any idea what was being shared, and I felt my cheeks warm at the private intimacy. The morning light spilled over the polished table, catching the steam rising from fresh coffee and the delicate aroma of pastries. The room was alive with polite conversation, the gentle clinking of cutlery, and the soft movements of the staff attending to every need. I kept my posture careful, but my heart thrummed with anticipation. Breakfast always felt like a delicate dance of appearances and unspoken words. Clara and Eric sat near the far window, their quiet conversation almost muted, but my gaze was drawn immediately to Eric. He was calm, composed on the outside, yet I could feel the tension radiating off him, like a taut string ready to snap. Dominic guided me gently to my seat, his hand resting lightl

“Don’t do that to me again,” I warned breathlessly, shoving Elizabeth away as she lunged toward me with a fury that made my heart race. My hair tangled, a few strands plastered against my face and neck from the heat of the struggle, and my dress had caught on the corner of a chair, pulling slightly as I twisted to dodge her. The office, usually calm and orderly, now felt chaotic, papers scattered across the floor and files knocked over from the desk. A faint smell of perfume mixed with tension hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Elizabeth’s eyes burned with anger, her chest heaving, her lips pressed into a thin line. “You think you can take everything from me,” she spat, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and desperation. “You think you can sit there and claim what is mine!” I planted my feet firmly, refusing to back down. “I am not taking anything from you,” I said, keeping my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. “Dominic is mine, and you need to stop.” Her expres

“You promised Luke. You promised me that morning in the tent,” Elizabeth said, her voice trembling and heavy with tears. I felt the weight of her words, her heartbreak tangible, as if the air around us had thickened with the memories she carried and the hurt she could not release. My chest tightened, not from guilt, but from the sharp awareness of how deeply she had loved, how fiercely she believed in what she thought she had lost.“I guess you never meant a word of what you said to me,” she continued, her voice breaking as her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Her hands were clenched at her sides, knuckles white, yet she did not reach for mine, nor did she seek any comfort. She had no desire for sympathy, no request for solace. She wanted only acknowledgment, only for me to understand that the promises of the past, the words spoken with intensity and belief, now meant nothing in her eyes.I stayed silent, my mind racing with the complexities of the situation. Elizabeth’s pain was rea

Nyla“Come on,” he said, holding my hand and urging me to get up.I wondered why, and I had to ask.“Where are we going?”“We’ll shower,” Dominic said simply. “And then we’ll spend the entire day outside this mansion.”A slight warmth spread through me because I knew exactly what he meant by shower.For a moment, everything else faded.Liza’s messages… the pictures… the test strip… all of it became distant, like something that had happened far away from me. Dominic didn’t give me room to dwell on it. The way he held my hand, the calm in his voice—it felt deliberate.Like he wanted my focus on him.And it worked.The bathroom quickly filled with steam, the sound of running water soft but constant. Dominic stayed close, his presence steady, grounding. Every time my mind tried to wander back to the message, he pulled me back without saying much.“You’re quiet,” he said at some point.“I’m fine,” I replied.He didn’t argue, but the look he gave me said he didn’t fully believe that.Still,