Trapped In A Soap Opera Novel Novelas e Histórias

Sophia’s lungs burned, her legs aching as she pushed herself to run faster. “Almost there!” Ethan called out, his voice strained. The corridor opened up into a small loading bay, the cold night air rushing in from an open garage door. Freedom was just steps away, the darkened alley beyond promising a chance to escape. But as they reached the opening, a group of guards appeared, blocking their path. Guns raised, they took aim, their faces set in grim determination. Sophia’s breath caught in her throat. There was nowhere to go, no way out. The realization hit her like a punch to the gut—they were trapped.

~~~ Hey!!! As for the last chapter, I apologise in arrears to you all for not leaving a warning of physical and mental abuse, especially to those who may find it triggering and traumatising. I love you all❤️ ~~~ SOPHIA'S EYES SLOWLY opened, and she found herself in a dimly lit room, tied with a chain to a bedpost. She tried to struggle free, but the chains weren't budging one bit. She got tired, gave up and laid down back on the hard mattress as tears trailed down her cheeks.

Then it sank below the water. But anyway, Sofia could always use a new phone. As long as she still had a tie to that life, however tenuous, it was going to feel like a way out. A way out that didn’t even exist. And she sure as hell was not going to give herself to Zilo's emotional and political whim the way he wanted to manipulate her into doing so again anymore. The only thing lousier than being the trash he'd disposed of like so much garbage would be being his pocket piece to keep him from getting too lonely and to keep him from thinking he was missing out on something with the convenient piece of politics he could fall back on at any time.

I was done reading the novel and Damian isn't here yet. I stood up and put the novel back in its place before walking out of the library. "What the..." I said after seeing the two unfamiliar men again. They were staring at me like I caught them doing something bad. And why are they looking so dusty? "Kayla, you aren't asleep yet," Damian said behind me and I turned. I was surprised he was looking as dusty as the men. "What's going on?" "Yeah..I'm not asleep yet, I was at the library," I said.

I yelled as I was dragged out of the apartment. The next couple of hours were a routine nightmare. I was identified and fingerprinted. The underhanded jokes and looks I received were disgusting and I could barely hide it. I was being accused of targeting wealthy men and seducing them so that I could steal from them later. Just the thought of it made my skin crawl.

] So that was the kind of story I had landed in. Not a quiet office romance, but one of those serials readers tagged spicy and then threatened to riot over whenever the author faded to black. Ridiculous as it sounded, Damian's reaction had been real. When the toast ended, he turned and headed for the private bathroom at the end of the corridor. His back stayed straight, but his pace was quicker than usual. The comments lit up again. [@MafiaMutt: Tactical retreat. He is not surviving this floor.] [@SteamQueen: If she keeps that in her purse, he is done before lunch.]

I couldn't make out his face, but his voice was deep and haunting. "Sophia," he called out to me, desperation lacing his words. "I have been trapped here for so long, waiting for you to find me. Please, help me." Though I couldn't see him clearly, I sensed his pain and longing. He reached out to me, his hands shackled by chains that seemed to drain the very life from him. "You must save me, Sophia. You have to help me out" I wanted to help him, but I couldn't move. I was rooted to the spot, unable to reach out and touch him. As I struggled to break free from my invisible bindings, the man's voice grew fainter, and the room around me began to blur and fade.

What if Casper had changed the code? Still, she tried her birthday typed in recto and bing. It worked. Her excitement brewed at the thought that he didn't change the code, her heart-stopping when she saw a figure lying on the sofa, covered with a blanket. Only her hair was visible and Jenna knew it was Donna. ‘So Casper did it with her, even on the sofa.’ Jenna’s imagination was running wild and her heart was pained. It was her fault and now, she lost everything. She would take her son and leave, never to be seen again.

Tenths. They came closer, more closer, most closer and... one jumped with a speed of an eagle extending his jaw to catch her. That's when she felt being wrapped in huge arms which seized and forced her to jump over the cliff. "Don't worry! I'm taking you into an abyss where only peace and happiness flows." The man said, his voice sounding more romantic and promising to her. "Rejoice because your story is about to reach a happily ever moment."

If the two met, the secrets buried deep in Alexa’s fragmented memories would surface, unraveling everything. --- Back at the boutique, Alexa paced the floor, her anxiety mounting. The eerie silence of the locked mall amplified her fears. She pressed her hands against the glass doors, shouting, but no sound escaped the soundproof walls. Her mind raced. “What did I do to upset Madame Melissa? Why would she trap me here?” She thought of Julian, her heart aching with longing. “Please come for me,” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes. --- Roberto’s knuckles tightened around the steering wheel as he sped onto the highway. His mind was in overdrive, replaying every detail. He couldn’t shake the