Trapped Out Like Griselda Novels & Stories

That was when I saw a news item. "Actress Doris, who disappeared several months ago, is suspected of being kidnapped and mentally ill. She is now imprisoned in the mountains, being pregnant. When she was rescued, she bit a sixty-year-old woman to death." I checked the news out of curiosity and saw a video below. Doris's hair was messy. She was heavily pregnant and was chained to the corner of the wall. Her whole body was covered in scars and bruises. It looked like the mother and son had tortured her badly.

If he wasn't going to give me proper answers, then I had to get them somewhere else. With that I wanted to turn around but then I felt something on my wrist which felt like metal and then I heard Jenny yell "Now". In one quick Motion I turned around to her and saw that my wrist was cuffed. With my other Hand I tried to free myself, but Jenny was faster, and it was cuffed as well. "I knew it. This was a trap all along. You are working with them" I screamed at Jenny but in the next Moment I could feel someone grabbing my arms from behind me. One on the left and one on the right.

It looked unreal. She staggered back, her legs giving way as she sank onto the edge of the bed. Her fingers clenched the fabric like it might disappear if she didn’t hold on. Why was she here? Why wasn’t she dead or punished? And then the memory returned,sharp and vivid. As she was being dragged down the hallway against the marbled tiles and the eyes of the maids/guards standing by. Their eyes said something and everything she wanted to understand,why she was being taken out of the dungeon into the room of paradise.

The screenshot evidence on her phone changed everything, but she had no time to process it. She bolted out, running down the service corridor towards the storage area, a route she believed would lead to the back exit. However, her escape route had been modified. The steel door was now sealed by an advanced biometric lock panel. She tried pulling it, pounding it, but the door wouldn't budge. She was trapped. Right then, her phone began to vibrate violently, displaying a number she hadn't seen in a long time. Kania's instinct screamed that this was Arka.

Lucas yelled, cutting me short, as just as he stepped forward, my eyes caught the faint bruise the lady had given him earlier on when she had panicked, and had tried to run. Pussy. No woman could ever dare try to hit me, whether they are okay or in a state of delusion… that’s how closed of I was and honestly I was proud of it. “So what do we do? Nothing? Even after heaven knows how much she had overheard!” I replied and saw the hesitation in their eyes. A year after we had exiled ourselves, I had let my guard down and we ended up back in the fathers prison of a house. “I know what you are thinking.” Mateo interrupted my thoughts before adding, “but I don’t think she is a spy.”

Think. I wasn’t trapped. Not forever. Because if Alessandro thought this was over— He was dead wrong.

Even in the eyes of a stranger, I was still seen the same way as my father saw me. “She’s not worth it. No woman is worth it.” Grey spoke to his inner being. “You’re being harsh,” Rich cautioned. “It’s not her fault.” He was still trying to defend me. “How is it not her fault? She was more conscious than I was. She was in her right senses, and I wasn’t. She should have run away from me, not opened her legs. Sounds like she had ulterior motives when she did it, don’t you think?” Grey talked like I wasn’t there.

Greta still didn’t speak up. Georgina continued speaking in a hushed tone, her words tinged with empathy. "I understand. You're just trying to do your job. But remember we’re all caught up in this mess together." Greta finally met Georgina's gaze, her eyes harboring a mixture of weariness and resignation. "We're all trapped," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Marcelo's reach is far, and he has his ways of ensuring our loyalty. I’m sorry for all you are going through ma’am, but I cannot be seen with you often or longer than I should now. I’m on constant watch“.

My soul lingered on the edge of the living world for my last moment. That was when I saw Tracy return in style, accompanied by two children. As it turned out, she had never died. She had taken Zachary's parents' money and gone abroad to nurse her pregnancy. Seeing them happy as a family of six, I finally understood—I had been nothing but a fool. Given this second chance at life, I resolved never to have anything to do with the York family again. With that in mind, I pulled out a condom and tossed it at Zachary's feet.

June carried out my order. In just a few moves, she subdued the drunken fools and took the ring from Marcus. Then, she held it out to me respectfully. I didn't take it and simply extended my hand. "Put it on." She froze for a second, then quickly recovered and slid the ring onto my ring finger. It amused me, but before I could smile, Jasmine rushed over with red eyes and grabbed my wrist. "Tristan, what are you doing?" It was the first time I had seen her lose control. Her eyes were rimmed red, her gaze flickering between June and me.