Trapped In A Game That Flopped Novels & Stories

I am trapped by my own worlds and thoughts and it is so hard to break free as I was being trapped in a literal way. Once again, I am trapped into the unknown.

But hearing it in her own ears didn’t make it bearable. Isabella wanted to talk things out, but it looked like she wasn’t needed there. They have already assumed she is the culprit and nothing is going to change it. She entered Leo’s room and sat on the bed. The room was so familiar, but it can never feel secure. It was a golden cage that was making her feel suffocating and there was a feeling she was getting after marrying Leo; she get trapped by this billionaire. The entire day, she couldn’t keep her mind sane.

The entrance was hidden beneath an old warehouse, its rusted exterior giving no hint of the elaborate network below. The moment they breached the entrance, chaos erupted. Gunfire echoed through the narrow corridors as Marcus’s men fought back fiercely. Theo and the men moved in sync, taking down guards with precision. The air was thick with smoke and the acrid smell of gunpowder, but Theo's focus remained unshaken. Room by room, they pushed forward, only to find empty spaces where Marcus should have been. Frustration mounted as they realized he was one step ahead. In a back room, Theo discovered a hastily abandoned workstation. Papers were strewn across the desk, and a monitor displayed a li

he said, “I stopped using that shortcut.” I stared at him. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Everything went through proper channels,” he explained. “Inspection. Verification. No influence.” My grip tightened slightly. “And?” I asked. He stepped closer. “And things stopped going through,” he said. That made my stomach drop. “Stopped?” I repeated. “Yes,” he said. “Transactions failed. Movements delayed. Approvals rejected.” I felt it then. That realization settling deep. “So whatever has been happening…” I said slowly, “depends on that blind approval.”

The six-thousand-dollar sneakers, new designer bags, and high-end accessories he dreamed of all turned to dust. When I was called in for questioning again, I could clearly sense Caleb's emotions on the verge of collapse. His inner voice was chaotic and desperate. [Why is this happening? Why did the system fail?] [All the money is in my account, but I can't spend a cent. What kind of insane rule is this?] [I only wanted to make five thousand dollars for a pair of sneakers. Did I do anything wrong? Why should I bear everyone's losses?] [It has to be Julian's fault! He must've done it on purpose. He saw through my system long ago!]

She said again. I frowned. "Then?" I asked. "There are rules in my game. Are you willing to comply?" I took my breath. My jaw clenched again and I chose not to answer. I looked at her. This time my eyes were too brave to challenge her. There was a moment of silence. Only my fingers couldn't stop tapping the table creating a rhythm that seemed to match my beating heart. TEK ... TEK ... TEK ... and so on.

So, she smiled and said, “In that case, your friend is truly very immersed in his game. He is even calling you to ask you for your advice over such a trivial matter.” Charlie nodded and said, “Wife, you don’t know this, but the setting of this game is particularly cruel. No matter how long you have spent in the development of the game in the past, as long as you fail once, you will be left with nothing at all. So, you have to try and win in every war as much as possible. Otherwise, you would have to start from scratch again.”

No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too much. I tried moving around to see if I could free myself but it just got worst because the movement made the trap move down a little like it was going to drop me but left me still hanging on the air and I didn't know how high up I was, I didn't want to break any bones. I again tried for anything that could free me but came up with nothing, at this point in time I was near tears and the ideas my mind was building wasn't at all pleasing.

Leo asked sarcastically when he noticed their anxiety. "Uhm... Allison is sick, I need to take her upstairs." he immediately carried Allison and hurried inside, ignoring Leo that was calling after him. "Cheats!" Leo shouted after them. "They cheated." He frowned. Delia laughed at him, knowing that his plan wasn't as successful as he had anticipated. The rest of them carried on with the game. They played other ones when they got bored, discussed and ate. They only went back in when it was very late in the night.

I can feel the blush creep up on my cheeks and I fight to keep a straight face. Did Kaleb just say that to me? He just threatened to fuck the bratty attitude out of me. Oh, if only he knew how badly I really want to be a brat and tell him to prove it. But we can't do that now. I can't even think about that right now. We have to figure something out. "Kaleb. We need to figure a way out of here. We are trapped." I say calmly, trying not to show him how turned on he has me. I need to focus.