The Singularity Trap Novels & Stories

He was no longer operating as a proud, blind executive trying to shield his career from a domestic war zone; he was entering into a silent, strategic conspiracy with his true wife, turning his high-security corporate infrastructure into an operating theater where his sister-in-law’s entire tower of manipulation would be systematically crushed live in front of the world. He entered the final configuration string, his thumb executing a sharp click on the trackpad to seal the network loop from the inside. The terminal screen flickered once, the active data packet allocations updating their metrics to display a low, rhythmic green signal across the dim velvet drapes of the room. The trap was off

"The realities we agreed to seal away from the rest of existence. Someone in there is calling for help." The Forgotten Dimensions had been sealed a thousand years ago when it became clear that some consciousnesses could not coexist peacefully with others. Rather than destroy those consciousnesses or force them to change, the multiverse had made a collective decision, to create sealed dimensions where beings with fundamentally incompatible nature could exist without affecting the larger civilization. The Doctrine of Singularity had come from one of those sealed dimensions. The beings who had chosen to simplify consciousness to its most basic forms had been voluntarily isolated. And several ot

I started to unwrap the bandages from my darling Sally. My heart was calm, steady. Sally might be covered in scars and horribly disfigured, but she was still my darling. Holly, who was next to me, gagged. Her voice was raw from crying all night. Her lips were cracked, and her eyes were sunken. I said to her in an eerily soothing voice, "It's okay. When the sun comes up, you'll be just like my Sally. Falling apart bit by bit, but with nothing you can do. But you can't leave either." I tied Holly's hands and feet to the iron fence with torn clothes and bandages.

Her lips pursed, and her lower lip quivered. “No, it is not.” It might be too late for us, but it was not too late for the newest Hale triplets. “What do you mean? Matthew is already dead. The reverse of the curse could only happen if the father of the triplets is alive. Because it is going to require that one of the parents of the children dies.” The tension in the room was thick as Julian turned to face Daisy and she turned to look at him too. They both knew what was going on in the other’s heads. One of them would have to die if they did not want their children to suffer the same fate their ancestors went through.

Even in times of confusion, the old me—the one who understood her predicament—knew that if I were to survive, self-preservation and common sense needed to overrule impulse. Now that I’d willingly entered Alton’s trap, survival was my new goal. The wheels of the limousine turned and time passed, but Alton didn’t offer anything more. No explanation. No enlightenment. With each ticking second, the silence loomed around us, settling like a cloud. The muted hum of tires against the pavement drowned out our breathing. There were no words or piped-in music; even Brantley remained silent, his silhouette beyond the clouded window barely moving. It was as if most of the world had stopped, leaving me a

"They need to get this damn thing off. I can pee on my own now." He scowled while I laughed at his ordeal. He had just woken up from an accident, and he was already thinking about things happening between us on this hospital bed. I guess I'm saved by the catheter for now. Trapping the CEO is the best thing that has ever happened to me. It gave me the love of my life, and now, with our baby, we are finally complete.

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.

The handcuffs on her hands proved that. "Woman, you can keep wishing if you think these are all just nightmares from last night but they're real. You woke up with a chain on your hands, I saved you from your lunatic fling last night, you trusted me enough to ride in my car, and I brought you here. You're playing a real game on this type of nightmare you're having, not just having one." Greg said. What occurred since last night was real, as evidenced by those affirmations, and she was not only hallucinating.