Alle Kapitel von Trapped in his dangerous love : Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

DominicI heard a beeping sound continuously as I struggled to open my eyes.The sound was sharp and steady, like something refusing to let me slip away. It echoed in my head, cutting through the thick darkness that held me down.My eyelids felt heavy.Too heavy.Like lifting them required more strength than I had left.I forced them open slowly.Light flooded my vision, blinding at first, then slowly settling into shapes. A white ceiling. Faint shadows. Movement at the edge of my sight.I tried to move, but pain shot through my body instantly.It was not just pain.It felt like my bones were being forced back into place, like every part of me had been shattered and was now trying to rebuild itself all at once.A low groan escaped me before I could stop it.My chest tightened.Where am I?My mind was blank.Completely blank.I tried to remember, but nothing came at first. Just emptiness.Then flashes.Noise.Alarms.Glass breaking.Nyla.My heart stuttered.My breathing changed instan

DominicI carried Nyla to our room and laid her carefully on the bed.Her body felt light in my arms, but not in a good way. It was the kind of lightness that came from weakness, from everything she had just gone through.She didn’t resist.She didn’t speak.She just held onto my shirt for a moment longer than necessary before letting go.That alone told me she was still shaken.I adjusted the pillow behind her head and watched her closely as she settled.The house was quiet.Too quiet.Not peaceful quiet.The kind that made you listen harder for danger that wasn’t there yet.Nyla turned her head slightly toward me.“You’re still standing over me,” she said weakly.I didn’t move.“Because you’re still here,” I replied.She gave a small exhale that almost looked like a tired laugh, but it didn’t fully form.I pulled a chair closer instead and sat down beside the bed, not taking my eyes off her.For a moment, neither of us spoke.But everything from earlier was still in the room with us

Nyla“Turn around for me,” Dominic said.His voice was calm, but there was something different in it tonight. Something quieter. Heavier.I was already sitting beside him on the bed when he said it, so I only turned my head slightly toward him.He was watching me.Not in a normal way.Not distracted.Focused.Like his thoughts were somewhere I couldn’t reach.“Why?” I asked softly.He didn’t answer immediately.Instead, he leaned back slightly against the bed, still facing me, still watching me like I was the only thing in the room that mattered.“Just do it,” he said finally.That alone made me pause.Not because I was scared…But because Dominic didn’t usually speak like that.I slowly adjusted on the bed, turning properly away from him like he asked.The room felt quieter the moment I did.Not empty.Just… tense in a different way.Like the air had changed shape.I picked up the glass of juice beside me and took a slow sip, pretending I wasn’t aware of him behind me.But I was.Too

DominicI could not believe the level of Elisabeth’s selfishness and stupidity.She was barely breathing by the time I got to the hospital.The doctors were already rushing her inside when I arrived. Her body looked too still on the stretcher, too fragile, like even a slight delay could completely erase her from existence. Machines were attached immediately and the emergency team surrounded her within seconds.I stood at the doorway watching everything unfold, my chest tight, my hands clenched at my sides.Why would she do this to herself?That question would not leave my mind.It kept repeating.Again and again.Elisabeth was emotional. Yes. I knew that. I had always known that about her. She reacted strongly to things. She felt too deeply sometimes. But this was not just emotion.This was destruction.She had left me a note.A note I had not bothered to read.Not because I didn’t see it.But because at that moment nothing mattered except getting her here alive.Still, the fact that

Dominic.I could not speak after reading her letter.For a long moment, I just stood there holding it, staring at the words without really seeing them.Liza had written everything as if she had already accepted a version of reality that did not fully exist.A version where she was abandoned.A version where she was alone in everything.But that was not the full truth.Not from my side.I had not denied responsibility for the child.I had not treated her the way she described in her mind.But I also knew something dangerous about Liza.When she felt emotionally cornered, she did not separate truth from fear.Everything became one heavy emotion.And that emotion often became destructive.I lowered the letter slowly and looked toward her bed again.Her body was still there.Connected to machines.Breathing, but unstable.The doctors had stabilized her for now, but there was no guarantee on anything beyond the next few hours.Nyla stood a short distance away.She had been quiet for most o