Trapped Out Like Griselda Novels & Stories

I adjusted my grip carefully, supporting the back of her head while carrying her toward the inner corridor that led to the safer chambers. The courtyard was littered with unconscious sentinels, each of them collapsed in rigid heaps, their chests rising only faintly as the remnants of Bernatta’s dormant magic flickered uselessly inside them. They no longer followed commands. They no longer listened. They were simply dead weight waiting for her next desperate attempt to reclaim control. Gina approached cautiously, her eyes wide as she stared at the destruction around us. “Oliver… is it really you?” “Yes,” I said, unable to keep the frustration from my voice. “It’s me.”

"A ruthless womanizer, buying love and discarding hearts like trash. Did our moments together mean nothing?" "My wealth, not my heart, was what you sought," I countered, my voice unwavering despite the turmoil within. Jessica's face contorted in rage and despair. "You're a monster!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room as she stormed out, leaving shattered emotions in her wake. As I sank into my plush leather chair, exhaling deeply, I felt relieved. Another mistress gone. I'd grown accustomed to this familiar cycle. I always made my situation crystal clear: a fiancée, waiting patiently on the island, and I wouldn't commit. Yet, they'd eagerly accept, enticed by the promise of lux

“No. Men like Mattia do not change. I will set a trap for him and when he falls in, he will curse his mother and father for giving him life.” Caleb and Cathan gave each other a satisfied look. Casper said when and not if, which meant that Mattia would never be able to escape whichever trap Casper was going to set for him.

I had to deal with that woman, constantly trying to kidnap my family. I also had to deal with the human trafficking operations going on. Then, there was the issue of the mole. There was also the issue of my cargoes being stolen by mysterious persons. “Zayne-" I looked up to see Jason peeking through the door. The frown on my face vanished, and I returned the smile he offered. I stood up from my chair, and walked towards him. He came inside, shut the door behind him, and ran to hug my legs. “Hello little wolf." I said, after picking him up.

“Don’t forget to bring the bastard alongside.” “I think the person is Celia.” Hearing her name, Celia’s heart skipped a beat as she lay there, pretending to be asleep. Her heart raced even faster, fear creeping in because she didn’t know what the outcome would be. “Are you okay?” “Listen, think straight, and you will get my point.” “You are saying I’m not thinking straight? Celia can’t be the traitor. She doesn’t even know how I run things, so how could she be the one?”

Only that I didn't expect it'd turn out to be Caterina who lured me in. The echo of heels cut through the silence. Slow. Sharp. A woman’s steps. She stepped into the light, and my jaw clenched, just a little. Caterina. Again... Of course. First, she fed me the lead on Camilla… now she has me tied up like an animal. My chest burned with fury. Was she her father’s pawn all along? Did I just walk into her trap like a fool? But, I wasn't entirely mad at her. I knew her father was still manipulating her, and she might never come out of that delusion he had trapped her in.

he says, “we observe.” Observe what? Each other? The architecture?The inconsistencies? Lilith turns toward her corridor. “Sweet dreams.” One by one, they retreat. Aurora without hesitation. Sora precise and silent. Isolde with Ivy lingering. Celeste after one final glance toward the corridor beyond the heavy metal doors. Faye squeezes my hand once before disappearing. I remain beneath painted constellations. Alaric doesn't move. He fixes his gaze on me. I hadn’t realized how tall he was. Even in my heels, I only came up to his shoulders.

That’s the beauty of my plan trust is a weapon, sharper than any blade. I step into the chamber, the crates of weapons and explosives a testament to my foresight. This bunker, built decades ago beneath the safehouse, was my insurance policy, a secret even Julian doesn’t know. The Lark family’s collapse, Lucas’s embezzlement, Julian’s rise ,they’re all threads I’ve woven into this moment. Sophia’s pregnancy was the unexpected variable, but it’s perfect. A child ties her to Julian, makes her the ultimate prize, and forces Lucas’s hand. I’ll use her to bring them both to their knees, to secure the Gray empire for generations.

“Yes, me. You didn’t think I’d let my little investment vanish without checking in, did you?” Anger crawled up my throat, bitter and sharp. “You sold me.” Elara’s expression didn’t waver. “I saved you,” she corrected smoothly, brushing invisible dust from her sleeve. “You were drowning, darling. No direction, no purpose. Those men gave you one.” “Purpose?” I spat. “You auctioned me like cattle.”

The last shred of affection and trust I had for my parents vanished at that moment. Jovina walked toward me slowly, her gaze greedily sweeping over me. As her fingers brushed over the necklace on my neck, her eyes were filled with jealousy. She remarked, "My dear Nerissa, it seems you've been living well these past few years. You took something I didn't want, but you ended up enjoying it, huh?" I slapped her hand away and said coldly, "Weren't you pursuing your true love abroad? Why did you slink back here? Is it because you couldn't survive out there anymore? Do you regret it now?"