Trapped In A Soap Opera Novel Novels & Stories

Sophia's POV Two hours of mindless N*****x binging and a bowl of bland popcorn later, I toss the remote aside with a frustrated sigh. The movie isn’t cutting it. The popcorn? Tasteless. My patience? Hanging by a thread. Nothing seems to hold my attention these days, and the boredom is gnawing at me. It’s not just boredom, it’s something deeper. Restlessness. At first, I thought changing my surroundings would help. I left my room for Dante’s, hoping being in his space would ease the monotony. It worked, but only for a moment. Now, I’m back to feeling suffocated.

60 percent Mafia book, 40 percent erotica. A book about lust, love, obsession, possession, Domination, BDSM, war, and blood shade. Sophia was the opposite of Dante. She is kind and soft-hearted and they shined through her appearance. After a break up with the man she spent years building a future with, Sophia fuels that energy into her career— the desire to be a lifesaver. She promised never to give love a chance but her father’s constant intervention pushed her into the arms of a man she saw through his light, instead of the darkness that he is.

Not yet. Every second in that mansion felt like an invisible noose tightening, trapping me, suffocating me. I had to leave. I needed space to breathe, to feel something other than the constant pressure of secrets and betrayals. I trusted Sophia, but doubt still gnawed at me. I knew that if anything went wrong, I’d be more trapped than ever before. *** POV: Ryuu

“That wasn’t my intention, I promise. I’m truly sorry for making you feel that way. I was just doing what I was used to.” I shook my head. He wasn’t even trying to make things better. “What else?” “I took you on that lake house trip, knowing my grandfather was going to press us about marriage. I didn’t think you’d accept it though. I just thought it would make you think about me more often than not. I didn’t mean to trap you in this marriage.” “You’re fucking sick, William. You’re sick as fuck!” “I know and I’m sorry.” “You’re not sorry. You just hate that you got caught.”

I sit up, heart racing. The comments are worse. “The girl is playing both sides, she’s not stupid.” “Alexandre has always been possessive. And now he’s losing it over a mere assistant?” “Daniel fell into a sentimental trap, it’s obvious.” “Who is this girl that two heirs are fighting like teenagers?” I drop the phone. A shiver runs up my arms. No shame. No fear. Something colder. Something more bitter. I have become a story. Not a person. A “narrative element” in a soap opera I never wanted to write.

Chapter Four: Breaking Loose. Sofia POV. I look at Tristain with so much regret. Why did I let him get this close?. Why did I allow him so much access?. How was I supposed to know he was nothing but a damn simp, a nonchalant desperate fool, who would do anything to humiliate the woman he spread her legs apart for, whispering sweet loving in the most suitable way!. How could I have known?. “Did you just slap me?" Tristain was holding his cheek still in denial. I had plastered his face with my five fingers.

She was starting to get frustrated when she opened another door and immediately froze. Inside, Rafael was standing with a woman, her back pressed firmly against the wall, his hand gripping her waist with an unmistakable sense of possession. Their lips were locked in a deep, unhurried kiss, his other hand shamelessly squeezing her ass, fingers digging in as if he owned every inch of her. Celia froze in the doorway, her breath caught in her throat. A sharp, unexpected pain shot through her chest, hot, suffocating, and unfamiliar. Her fingers tightened around the doorknob as the room suddenly felt too small, too suffocating.

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.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN Thank you all for one thousand reads🥰❤️ Edited I should probably be very happy today but my stupid emotions and overthinking are depriving me of that. I just want to explore and see where this takes me. When I woke up, Don is wrapped around me. I try moving away, but his grip becomes tighter. How dumb am I to think he is asleep. "Morning, pretty." I become red instantly. "Morning," I reply, sitting up with his hands still wrapped around me.

It was this maniac’s tactic to offer chicken soup to his mates to divert their attention in keeping an eye on her so she could get out, but that was all his plan. When she was out of the building and out of everyone’s eyes, it was his time to do all that he had been thinking of doing to her even from the first moments she had become a detainee in this hell place because all this time, this old pervert demon was fantasizing about her!