Novel & Cerita Trapped In A Soap Opera Ch 8

“You think I’ll just let you walk away with him? You’re wrong, Rafael. You’re dead wrong.” Before Rafael could react, Luciana pressed a button on the arm of her chair, and the walls of the room began to shift. The lights dimmed, and the sound of heavy doors closing echoed through the chamber. A chill ran down Rafael’s spine as he turned, realizing too late that they were trapped. Sophia’s voice crackled over the intercom. “Rafael, it’s a trap! Get out of there, now!” But it was too late. The doors slammed shut, and Luciana’s laughter filled the air, cold and triumphant.

“Why did you do that? Why can’t you just let me wash it off? I can’t live with this filth on my tongue!” The sobs burst out of me before I could choke them back. I slammed my palm against the shelf so hard the wood rattled, and the tears streamed, hot and humiliating. Lena stood over me, her face taut but steady, her tone cutting through my hysteria. “Because this soap can’t do anything, Bella.” “It will do something,” I wailed, clutching the sink as if it was the only thing keeping me standing. “It’ll do the least, and that’s better than nothing. What else can I do, huh? Just stay here, licking their filth like some, some animal?”

Author: Blossom "Shall we go home?" He asked me, and I nodded. I felt ashamed walking down the halls of the Varek mansion. I was glad no one knew other than Bart; if not, Clara would not fail to tease me about it, and I dreaded how Alpha Aesop would react to it. Every step on the polished marble floor felt like a surrender. I had tried to find a sanctuary at the Leaf Hotel, a small corner of the world where the Varek name couldn't reach me, but the gravity of this family always pulled me back.

He just dragged a wooden chair across the floor—skreeeee—and sat facing the TV. "Hell of a show, isn't it?" Marco took a slow sip from his glass. "Victor’s boys have her cornered. She’s got about six inches of concrete between her and the pavement." Sophia didn't look up. She kept her hair over her face, her body shivering in a practiced tremor. "Please," she croaked. "She hasn't done anything to you."

"Yes, you are indeed an object. An item that already has Master. Don't you realize that my name is written on your body? Don't forget yourself, and you are my ex, Sophia. Tristan Quartararo's ex!" Sophia, with her free hand, slapped Tristan right away. His patience had run out when he was so openly insulted like this. "You Bitch!" Getting a slap in the face, Tristan immediately pushed Sophia's body so that she fell on the bed. Crawled up, then locked the woman's body. Then brought both hands, trying to strangle Sophia's neck. "Just kill me all!" Sophia's great-grandson was upset. His breath hitched as the air supply began to be blocked from entering his lungs. T

Sofia slithered closer, wrapping her arms around his waist and whispering seductively, “Forget her, baby. She betrayed you.” Hunter pulled away from her touch. “Don’t act like this, Sofia. I don’t want anything to do with you!” Sofia stepped back with a pout. “You still love that liar, don’t you? God, you’re such a fool!” --- Meanwhile, in an unfamiliar place, Olivia slowly regained consciousness. Her head throbbed and her vision was blurred. She found herself in a dimly lit room with concrete walls and a flickering yellow bulb overhead. Her wrists and ankles were tied to a wooden chair. She tried to recall what had happened, but the pain in her head clouded her thoughts.

“What is your last name, by the way? You never told me.” “I never told anyone.” She frowned and reached for the TV remote on the table. “And remind me not to get you drunk again.” She kept flipping random channels until it stopped, and the screen flashed a face that made me wanted to smash the bloody TV screen. “Urgh.” I scrambled over, grabbed the remote and hit the mute button. “Thank you for killing my buzz,” I snickered and grabbed the bottle and drank straight out of it. It was Sophia Bianco on the screen, yapping away something on the microphone, pretending like she has a brain that wasn’t the size of a peanut.

“I think about it. But then I remember that every battle we’ve fought has brought us closer to where we are now. Closer to each other.” Sophia tilted her head back, meeting his gaze. “You always know how to make everything feel worth it.” Lucas smiled, his lips brushing hers. “Because you make it worth it.” Their kiss deepened, a quiet promise of resilience and love in the face of chaos. --- The Trap is Set The next morning, Chris burst into Sophia’s office, his expression electric. “We’ve got him,” he said, placing a tablet on her desk. Sophia and Lucas leaned over the screen, their eyes narrowing as they read the emails Chris had uncovered.

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.

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.