Trapped In A Soap Opera Novel の小説・ストーリー

Painted a copy of my tattoos onto her skin to pass herself off as me. She tried to kiss Damian. He shoved her, hard. She drugged his drink and tried to force herself on him while he was out of it. Even then, even drugged, Damian knew it wasn’t me. He screamed for Matt, who got there just in time. Sophia was arrested, and Nono, isn’t lifting a finger to help her. A laugh slips out before I can stop it. It’s wrong. It’s all wrong. But the absurdity of it; the desperation, the sheer madness of Sophia’s obsession. I laugh so hard I don’t hear Dr. James enter the office.

A rope and other objects that spelled out scandalous intentions. "Please... don't do this," I begged him once more, even though I knew my pleas would fall on deaf ears. I felt sheer desperation and an instinctual need for survival, so I lunged towards the door, hoping against hope that it would be unlocked. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on my side. The door was locked tight just as I feared. A chilling realization washed over me then. There was no way out of this nightmarish situation. I was trapped like an animal cornered by its predator.

She even kept smiling and acting normal when dealing with him. "That's right Mr. Aldo, end-stage leukemia. It's something Sofia's mother should have told the family, but she really didn't want to see you worried or sad. And here is Mrs. Sofia's diary that she always carries with her when she does chemotherapy. She told me all about her treatment in that book." Aldo's hand shook again as he received Sofia's diary. His wife always didn't complain about anything. Always looking beautiful and accompanying Aldo. Always makes Aldo happy, even when Aldo is in his most difficult time. When Aldo still couldn't forget Nisa.

Meanwhile, the officer in charge had just called Jade to update her about the turn of events and she was losing her mind. “Easton came himself?” She asked for the third time, her heart boiling in rage. Jade paced back and forth in her luxurious apartment, her manicured nails tapping against her phone as she contemplated her next move. Fury burned through her veins. She had planned everything so perfectly, yet Scarlet still managed to wriggle out of the trap—thanks to Easton Black. The man who was supposed to love only her was the one standing in her way and that angered her even more.

“I need… I need a minute to compose myself.” My phone buzzed with a text. I pulled it out. ‘Jeff: Where are you? Don’t move. Stay exactly where you are.’ Another text followed immediately. ‘Jeff: There’s a trap. If Sophia is with you, make HER leave first. Don’t go into the hallway.’ My blood ran cold. A trap. Of course there was a trap. Sophia hadn’t come here to beg… she’d come here to set me up. “Actually,” I said, putting my phone away, “you should go first. I forgot something in my bag.”

The SoHo café smelled of buttery croissants and freshly brewed coffee, bustling with artists and writers Luna would sneer at as "common." Sophia sat in a corner booth, hidden by lush potted ferns, her grip tight on the briefcase locked beside her ankle. She’d swapped her power blazer for a soft, oversized cardigan, her hair loose and framing her face—carefully playing the part of a desperate wife, not the ruthless strategist she had become.

I could hear the water from the fountain in the distance. I wrapped my arms around myself. It had been two days since the dinner with Julian and Leo. Two days since Leo had slipped that small piece of paper into my hand under the table like we were characters in some stupid spy movie. I had memorized the number. Then I burned the paper in the bathroom sink. My heart still beat faster every time I thought about it. Escape. The word felt dangerous. Unreal. Because the truth was... I didn't even know if escaping was possible.

“What stuff could you possibly still have here? I threw out your clothes years ago. Dan said your books were taking up space, so he sold them. Oh, and those houseplants you kept? They all died.” She paused, then added, “I stopped watering them on purpose.” I turned and pressed the elevator button. Her voice followed me from behind. “Stella, don’t make this uglier than it has to be. You have nothing now. You can’t beat me.” The elevator doors slid shut. I leaned back against the cold metal wall and closed my eyes. Five years. I thought I had been climbing the ladder of my career. It turned out I had just been giving them their honeymoon.

Nyla. I did not know heat could be incredible and tormenting at the same time. The moment Dominic buried himself inside me, I wanted to devour him. Dominic pumped hard and fast, and I could not get enough. "Your pussy is hot, Nyla, and so freaking wet and slippery," he said, moaning and growling. I knew my body was betraying every logical thought I had. I should have been thinking about the explosion that had nearly leveled the company headquarters just days ago. I should have been mourning the tragic loss of Elizabeth’s baby, a life snuffed out by a poison that was still a mystery to everyone but the person who poured it. I should have been terrified of Margaret’s regret and Eric’s silent,

After all, last night’s intense pleasure felt like a dream—only this handsome man seemed to be the real proof of what had happened. Sarah took a deep breath, steadied her breathing, quietly opened the door, and left. As soon as she returned to her apartment, Sarah completely collapsed. Chaotic memories and a jumbled workload weighed on her like a mountain. Resigned, she walked into the bathroom, took a long, thorough shower, and then slept for the rest of the day. When she woke up again, it was already the next day. The phone rang with a pleasant chime. Her hand fumbled around beside the soft pillow until she finally answered it.