Trapped In A Soap Opera Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Eliana Brown ~•~ I hated William Caddel. Well, I didn't hate hate him. I just hated the situation I found myself in. I had only spent three hours at the hotel but they'd already figured out I was there. I couldn't continue living like this. With the crowd outside, I couldn't go anywhere. I couldn't go to work because my boss was obsessed with my husband. I couldn't step foot outside because the media was also obsessed with my husband's life. Why did I bring this upon myself by making him my husband?

“Please stop!” But he doesn’t. He never does. And as my body curls inward, trembling, my mind retreats back to a place where he can’t follow. A memory. A laugh. Desmond’s hand in mine. Anything but this. Because now I understand. I’m not just trapped in this office. I’m trapped in him. In his obsession. In a world I never agreed to enter. And I don’t know if I’ll ever make it out. ***************** AUTHOR’S NOTE

I did not have the energy to take out the trash and rid myself of that torture. I stared at the book that rested just beyond my reach on the bedside table. It was a sequel to the romance novel that I had been reading at Andrew’s second home when Chevalier ambushed Jeffrey and me. In this one, Sapphire and Raphael were trying to escape from Beelzebub’s boss, Lucifer himself.

He caught my body in an embrace, and we both stumbled down into the long sofa at the waiting room. I don’t know what happened, but when I fell sideways, it was soft and not painful at all. Tristan’s face had fallen into the top of my chest, and I felt his breath blowing through the exposed skin of my breast. I shivered. Moon Goddess, why are you doing this to me? Why are you tempting me like this to the extreme? I knew I wasn’t the only one tempted. I felt a lump of flesh harden somewhere at the center of Tristan’s hips where one of my legs was caught.

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!