All Chapters of Trapped by His Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I transmigrated into a novel and became the replacement for the male lead's idealized lover. Ronald Foster was the name of that male lead. The system had given me a mission: make Ronald fall for me. However, the plot wouldn't develop further until that woman showed up.Fortunately, my best friend was the author of this novel, which made my system a close buddy of mine. And so, it switched my original mission to an escape protocol, and the trigger condition was Ronald's betrayal.When Ronald came home with his idealized lover, I thought I was finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Thunder roared outside, and the downpour drenched the trouser legs of Ronald and his true love.For once, I made the first move and quickly approached them to show my concern. "Oh, Ronald, you're back. It's raining heavily out there. Are you drenched? And this is…"I sized up the innocent, beautiful woman and thought to myself, 'Yeah, that's why she's his idealized lover. She really is beauti

I shook my head and pointed at the plate. Then, I said politely, "Thank you, but I like seafood pasta very much. You do not have to trouble yourself."Ronald frowned. "I don't like it when you talk like that."What, was he expecting me to prostrate myself and express my unwavering and undying gratitude to him for making me food? I put on a smile that looked more like a sneer before going back to my food.Unfortunately, tonight was so not my night. Even my fork was working against me. My hand shook right after I twirled up a mouthful of pasta, causing it to fall back onto the plate. The sauce splashed against Ronald's face.Silence fell between us. I could sense Selina had stopped eating right away while I kept tabs on Ronald through the corner of my eye. He was wiping the sauce off his chin with a tissue. His face was tense, and he sighed.Then, he took my fork and plate. I stared at him in shock. Yes, I might've embarrassed him in front of his true love, but keeping dinner from m

The floor's icy sensation was crawling into my skin, while my mind was replaying every scene from the last three years. The one that really stuck out to me was that one time Ronald hopped onto a flight at 2 a.m. and came home with his eyes bloodshot just because I posted that I was having a fever.Ronald took cooking classes for three months and scalded his hands multiple times for my sake. When I asked him if it hurt, he would always tell me that it didn't, and that he was glad that he could finally help me with my gastric pain.I once commented that the living room's curtains had too cold of a palette. The next day, he changed them to my favorite shade of apricot. The soft furnishings were all changed as well.When I had period cramps agonizing enough to keep me curled on the couch, he would hold my feet to warm them up, and he would rub my belly while he was in an online conference. Although he would have an austere look on his face as he talked about mergers, the movements o

I deleted the message again and ended up with an "Okay." I stared at the single word and suddenly found it such an eyesore. I was reminded of the old me, reminded of how I was unfailingly polite, courteous, always pleasing, always perfect, and always at a distance.When I washed myself up, I looked in the mirror and saw a reflection with puffy eyes and messy hair. My eyes remained on that reflection for a long, long time. For some reason, the person staring back at me felt unfamiliar even though she was wearing my face.This wasn't the face of a replacement. This was the face of Jessica. This was my face. Mine. I took a deep breath and opened the door.The scent of soup caressed me as I approached the staircase. Ronald's had whipped up one of his best dishes, rib-and-potato soup.He would make that soup whenever my stomach acted up. He would cut up the potato into fine little pieces, and blanch the ribs three times. It always took him an hour just to make it. Whenever I told him he

"You're barefoot again. What's wr—"I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. He froze for a moment before his body moved, wrapping one arm around my waist as he cupped the back of my head with his other hand. Then, he pulled me against him as he responded greedily.A dozen senior execs were still on the other side of the screen. They stared at us in wide-eyed disbelief before hastily turning their eyes away.Their gasps of shock didn't escape Ronald's notice. So, he closed his laptop and moved away. His forehead rested against mine, and his breathing was ragged. "What's wrong?" His voice was raspy, but his eyes were filled with surprise and disbelief."I remember everything," I said, my voice cracking. "I said I wanted to marry you back in high school."He was stunned. When the words finally registered, the man who commanded the business world, the man who would never lose composure, found the edges of his eyes going red."You remember?" His voice was shaking, and his hands were as