Trapped By This Thing Called Love Novels & Stories

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.

She said softly, “You always fight for me. You always protect me. But have you noticed something? Every time you win…I am still trapped. Every time you break my chains…I end up with new ones. Maybe the truth is simple, Vincent. Perhaps you’re not fighting for me but for yourself. Because without me…you are nothing.” His breath caught in his throat as he responded, “That’s not true.” “Then why are your hands trembling?” she questioned. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently as he answered back. “Because you matter! Because you belong to me!” Her lips curled into a calm smile, like the stillness of winter, and whispered. “Good. Hold on tighter. The more tightly you hold, the easier it w

This can't be likeness. "This isn't liking someone." I swallowed. "This is scaring the shit out of someone." Every word came from somewhere deep inside me. Because that was exactly how I felt. Scared not loved. "I mean... some people love in a very crazy, possessive way." "I don't want it," I said immediately. There wasn't even a second of hesitation. Love wasn't supposed to make someone feel trapped. It wasn't supposed to feel like someone was constantly watching your every move.

Fireworks burst in the sky, dazzling and bright. They looked like a perfect family of three, grinning so happily and harmoniously. I used to think that every child had the right to feel a father's love, but fate seemed to mock me. I punched the wall hard, blood streaming from my knuckles. I knelt painfully at the ICU door. I did not believe in any higher beings, but at that moment, I was willing to kneel to every god in the world. It was past 10:00 pm now.

Now my own mom want's me to have a one night stand with a total stranger, I just hate this woman. ****** Is it 402 or 403 fuck my battery is flat how will I know the lodge she sent, well let me go for 403 it sounds familiar, I opened the room staggeredly, nervous and shivered the room is damn dark. A hand held me from behind. "Good day sir" I said shaking. "what do you want?" I could smell the heavy alcohol. I'm short on words. " sir I love you " I said reluctantly. " get lost" fuck how am I gonna do this.

"That you are like the young lady I loved back then. That I love you and don't want to loose you as I lost your mom!" Impossible! This... This man was thirty-eight years old. Only a year young to her dad. He had a luna and children. What the hell was he talking about then? How could he expect her to love him? His son have been her crush for long. But what did it brought her? A heartbreak. "There is a way you look at me when I'm around, don't you have some feelings for me?" She heard him shamelessly asking. "If you do have some, we can find a secret spot for two of us to go to always when we feel like missing each other."

That was the main reason I was here today getting married. My parents had terrified looks on their faces, afraid that I was going to abandon my vows. I tried fighting the memories of my dead girlfriend, a part of me felt like I was betraying Lissa. Our love was just too strong.After struggling within myself, I eventually snapped out of it and took my vows too.

He begged. I went to my old room and locked it, sliding against it on the floor. I pulled my legs closer to my chest and sobbed, my body shaking with each painful sob that was wrecking through my chest. Tears streaming down from my eyes. He banged on the door again and again, calling my name with pain in his voice. I could feel his pain but he hurt me today. Love should feel liberating, but I am feeling suffocated. I no longer feel free in my love for him, I feel as if I am trapped. And it makes me hard to even breathe.

Kianna Love is a strange, maddening thing. It is a silent trap that slips around your chest, tightening until it wraps around your soul. One moment, you feel like you can tear down the sky. The next, you are crawling through the wreckage of a heart that dared to dream too much. It always begins with a flicker. A quiet glance. An accidental touch that lingers a second too long. A laugh that feels entirely personal. But as I stood in our bedroom, looking at my reflection, a cold question clawed at my throat: Can I really fall in love again?

(TRAPPED) “Romantic love is mental illness. But it’s a pleasurable one.” – Fran Lebowitz “YOU DID WHAT?” Clay almost gasped, closing his eyes and too late to cover his ears for the shriek that he never knew a trio of men could do, from his initial thoughts that only girls would jitter for something in between.