Novel & Cerita Trapped

Hope welled up in my heart. Once I got out, I just needed to report my location, and all the young women in there would be saved. "Stop! You can't go in there!" the man shouted behind me. I didn't even turn to look at him. I ran toward the door. Just as I reached out to grab the handle, a loud buzzing filled my mind. My vision blurred. I blinked hard twice, but it didn't help. My legs gave out under me as I slumped onto the ground.

"Mom, I love you! Come back soon, okay? We'll go to the amusement park and surprise Dad." ... The car scraped against the guardrail with a loud bang. My heart pounded, but I did not stop to check the damage. My speed did not decrease. My phone rang again, and it was Charles. I answered, my voice trembling, "Charles, where are you? Where's Sally?" "She's in the car!" he snapped. "Why are you tracking me? What's the big deal?" "Charles, listen to me. You need to get her out now!" I pleaded.

“I worked sixteen-hour days during those five years in the middle of nowhere. My periods stopped for months at a time. My hair was falling out in handfuls. I endured all of it because I kept telling myself that I would finally marry you when I came back.” The color drained from his face. “As for you, in those same five years, you got married, had a child, and now, you’re expecting another.” I let out a laugh. “I’m sorry.” “What good is your apology?” I looked straight at him. “Dan, you’ve made it impossible even to hate you. You’ve made me feel like a fool.” The rain came down harder. He opened the umbrella and tried to angle it over me. I pushed his hand away and stepped into the downpour.

He stood behind me and leaned his head closer to my right ear. "Then... should I take all of it back?" He whispered slowly to me. My hands started to tremble. I felt trapped. I didn't like being in this position, yet I didn't have a choice. I didn't want to be homeless. If Niel did take away all the things he had given to me before, I would surely be a beggar on the street and I won't have a chance to change my future. I was highly mortified by the thought.

But hearing it in her own ears didn’t make it bearable. Isabella wanted to talk things out, but it looked like she wasn’t needed there. They have already assumed she is the culprit and nothing is going to change it. She entered Leo’s room and sat on the bed. The room was so familiar, but it can never feel secure. It was a golden cage that was making her feel suffocating and there was a feeling she was getting after marrying Leo; she get trapped by this billionaire. The entire day, she couldn’t keep her mind sane.

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.

Not when I could feel it—knew that everything I’d worked for, every effort I’d put in, was slipping right through my fingers. I had to escape. I had to get away. But how? How could I outrun him now? I took another step back, but Danzo didn’t move. His men didn’t move either. They just stood there, waiting, watching me. They knew I was trapped. I looked at Danzo, my mind racing, but all I could manage was a whisper. “No… no…” The words were weak, pathetic even. I wanted to scream, wanted to fight, but the reality of the situation was suffocating me. There was no escape. Not anymore. I had walked straight into his trap, and now there was no way out.

I really can't! "Help!" I screamed, slamming my palms against the wall. "I’m stuck in here!" But the sound only bounced back at me and the realization hit. This damn room is soundproofed. I was trapped. Completely, utterly, hopelessly trapped..

Intense emotions of rage course through me, flooding every fiber of my being, to the extent that I am unable to contain myself, and let out a primal scream, piercing through the thick veil of silence. In this moment, it has dawned upon me that I am bereft of any viable escape route, and have become mired in an inescapable situation. I am trapped.

Renata was still frozen, her eyes locked on the contents of the suitcase lying open on the bed. The stacks of cash felt like something out of a movie, not something real she could actually touch with her own hands. She reached out a finger, hesitant, brushing one of the bundles as if she were afraid it might vanish the moment she touched it, or worse, turn into something far more terrifying.