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We are exactly where we belong. Julian locked his intense, ice-blue eyes with hers, stripping away the last barriers between them. The Ice King had melted, the master key was destroyed, and the ghosts of their past were finally buried. As they surrendered to the heat of the tropical night, tangling together in the dark, Maya knew one thing for absolute certain. She was trapped by the CEO. And she never wanted to escape.

“I… I don’t know if I can…” The glow dimmed dramatically. “Run, Elara! Fight it!” Lucian disappeared, but his voice echoed round the library. I stumbled toward the threshold on shaky legs, thick cum dripping down my thighs. I crossed the boundary just as the final chime rang out. The hidden section vanished behind me with a sorrowful sigh, leaving me collapsed against a normal shelf. I gasped for air. my body still buzzed while my mind spinned with fear. Luckily, I escaped from being trapped into that book.

Letta tried to calm herself and think positively, hoping that her phone was in Sean's hands. Letta then decided to grab a few books to divert her now increasingly negative thoughts, ignoring the food she had only lightly touched. Letta hoped that Sean would return soon, at least with someone around, she could still feel a bit calm. However, reading a few books didn't seem to calm her down. Letta continued to remember the phone, and her movement stopped when she pulled out a thick book that turned out to be a photo album. Letta brought the photo album to the chair and smiled as she looked at the face of a beautiful little girl, who turned out to be Sean.

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“No. Men like Mattia do not change. I will set a trap for him and when he falls in, he will curse his mother and father for giving him life.” Caleb and Cathan gave each other a satisfied look. Casper said when and not if, which meant that Mattia would never be able to escape whichever trap Casper was going to set for him.

Trish had to carry the market bags, which got heavier and heavier as the trek through the city progressed. Along with the stops to buy food, Eve also wanted to go into several bookstores. She remembered that she wanted Trish to learn how to give massages. She showed several books to her servant, asking her which one was the best for her to figure out what she needed to do. Trish picked the book she thought would be the easiest to understand and follow. Eve picked up a second book about erotic partner massage and handed two Florins to her servant. Trish had to stand in line at the cash register and pay for the two books. She got a very strange look from the store clerks when she showed them w

Tenths. They came closer, more closer, most closer and... one jumped with a speed of an eagle extending his jaw to catch her. That's when she felt being wrapped in huge arms which seized and forced her to jump over the cliff. "Don't worry! I'm taking you into an abyss where only peace and happiness flows." The man said, his voice sounding more romantic and promising to her. "Rejoice because your story is about to reach a happily ever moment."

Sleep had been her only refuge, and even that had felt constantly stolen. Now, as the wheels touched the foreign country, she realised she had crossed more than just miles. She had crossed oceans into exile. She had entered the fragile hope of a life severed from the chains she had left behind. Her thoughts drifted, unbidden, to the day she had dreaded most: her wedding day. Even before the vows, before the binding words, she had known it would be a prison disguised as ceremony. The night before, she had tossed and turned, her body restless, her mind clawing at the walls of inevitability. Only exhaustion had finally dragged her into sleep, and even then, it had been a shallow, uneasy surrend

"Yes." Just that. One word. Yes. The answer lands like a drop of blood in water--- small, but enough to stain everything. I let go of the tray and step back. For the first time in days, I realize... I don't feel trapped anymore. I feel completely and utterly buried. ============================================= Thanks for reading :-)

I asked softly. Her brow arched, slow and deliberate, like I was a child testing the limits. “Then you’ll find out how small the world can be,” she said. “Doors will close. Opportunities will vanish. And the only place left for you to run will be a cell.” I felt my grip tighten on the book behind my back. “I’m not afraid of you,” I said. “I never was nore will I ever be. But you will learn why it is wrong to trap people, the consequences of doing so.”