The Male Leads Are Trapped In My House Chapter 24 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And obviously, he couldn't walk down back, let alone move his lower half and have sex with a woman. Rufus and the other guy were outside the building in their own small rooms attached to the garage. I was all alone in the living room, sipping my drink while I watched a movie. I stayed in the house with three men, and none of them seemed to be the one responsible for this. I groaned, grabbing my forehead. I just had to let it go anyway even though I was curious. †_†_†_†_†_†_†_†_†_†_†_†

This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child." These two stories are interrelated, and it is recommended to start by reading the first season first. Thank you.

“Come on, the door’s tightly locked. She could not get out no matter what she would do.” That’s what you thought, idiot! You or Greg had left this door open without even being aware of such! But yes, just go on! Walk away from here so that I could finally get out! The second guard nodded and agreed. “You’re right. She can absolutely not escape. Let’s go and have some chicken soup for a while.” “Yeah. Let’s go. I’m hungry, too.” She watched as the two men walked inside the elevator and entered there. She could not miss a chance and do it as soon as she could. She must get out of here!

What I imagined happened there only hours ago kept replaying in my mind, despite my effortless attempts to stop it. "They are here for maybe a hundred, hundred and fifty years. They serve little means to the grand scheme of the world or our future. Their lives are meaningless." He turned to my liquor cabinet and poured himself a drink. "Follow them." He ordered his wives and my heart began racing. I knew exactly who he wanted them to follow. Again, I thought I was outsmarting him when instead I was showing my hand. Brandon will lead his wives right to Riley. "Why are you here?" I demanded. My claws began elongating, wanting to tear out his heart. They can't find her; he won't take her from m

It was a text from an unknown number, but she knew the clipped, authoritative tone immediately. Sion: Marcus reports a 'suspicious individual' on your fire escape. Do I need to send the security detail, or did you find a use for your kitchenware? Lilia stared at the screen. Of course he had someone watching. Of course he knew. Lilia: The kitchenware worked fine. But I think I’m ready to take you up on that penthouse offer. My apartment has a pest problem. Sion: The car is downstairs. Bring the skillet. I like a woman who comes prepared.

He can't! "Get out of my room!" She screamed, interrupting my bizarre thoughts. "Get out! Leave!" She stood up and hit me with another ceramic cup again, but the doctor walked in and stopped her. There was another man with the Doctor... A man who looked very much like my husband, Jason Grey! I didn't pay much attention to the second man. I was too distracted to think straight. "You may have to leave, now, Amanda!" The Doctor held me by my hand and gestured toward the door, "Lena needs to rest and she's getting hysterical. You may come back tomorrow."

Not tonight. My phone buzzed. Tracker sang like a bird. Signal strong. Close. I walked through. Past rooms with velvet curtains. Past laughter that sounded like it was for sale. Past doors cracked open where men lay like dead kings, and women worked like industry. The track pulsed. He was here. Door at the end of the hall. Last one. I pushed it open. Two men inside. Ming Hao was one. He went white. He froze as if someone had pulled the air from his lungs. The other was the thief. That rat. He looked up, surprised like someone waking from a nap.

But could I really sacrifice myself, like a lamb to the slaughter, just to keep him safe? “I’ll think about it,” I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. “You’ve got twenty-four hours.” I nodded, watching him and the woman disappear through the door. For a brief, reckless moment, I wanted to run, scream and fight. But if they could drag me out of New York against my will, then escape wouldn’t be easy. I was trapped. So what exactly was I supposed to do? .... A/N: Unexpected plot twist, isn’t it? What do you think of the chapter, guys?

The sound of— The house shakes. Explosion. Not huge. But enough. Enough to bring part of the wall down. Enough to create chaos. Through the smoke: figures. Moving. Armed. Professional. "East side compromised!" Chen's voice. "Fall back! Protect the principals!" We're moving. Down the back stairs. Out the service entrance. Away from the house. Into the Montana darkness. Behind us: the cabin burning. Richard's people everywhere. The trap becoming a disaster. "The car!" Damien's pulling me. Hope's screaming. Everything's chaos.

He was half-code, half-flesh, his face a melting mess of pixels. "Don't... you... dare... cancel... us," Julian hissed, his fingers tightening around my neck. He held up a tablet. "The Shareholders just signed a contract for **Season 4**," he laughed. "And the 'Setting' is the **Developer's Room**." Suddenly, the man in the hoodie vanished. The computer chair was empty. The red button was gone. And I was sitting in the chair. My hands were duct-taped to the keyboard. My eyes were held open by the metal clips. I looked at the screen. ***"Chapter 64: The New Author."***