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2024-10-29 19:42:56Instead of answering, I gave him a puzzled look. What is he talking about? He puckered his eyebrows when I didn't answer him.
"Why are you asking her? Just look at what she did to me?" She growled. I furrowed my eyebrows, unsure if I had caught her accurately.
"I just went there to have some friendly conversation with her but she attacked me," My eyes enlarged and my mouth dropped vaguely as I gaped at her, dazed. Needless to say, I was dumbstruck.
"Why did you do it, Jasmin? What did I ever do to you?" She sniffled as tears welled in her gorgeous eyes.
Her acting skills were on to the point. I am not even angry with Ivan for believing her, because if I didn't know better I would have believed her too. She was that good.
This woman is way more toxic than I thought. She had the audacity to make up such a big lie, I beat her up? What a joke.
"Stop lying. I never did anything to you. How can I beat you up? Just look at me," I replied.
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After breakfast, Ivan and Kiki went out for some work and Dean. Dean was nowhere in sight. Maybe this is my chance. I can escape from here. But the question is how? This warehouse is located in the middle of the woods. Maybe I can find some help. I am sure some vehicles must be passing by. But then why will they leave me alone here, without anyone to look after me? Maybe they're trying to take my test. Yes, that must be it. My gaze suddenly falls on the ring on my finger. It didn't feel like it was mine. I felt rage bubble inside me. It felt like Ivan brought the ring just to taunt me. To remind me who is in charge. To remind me who is the superior one. Men like him couldn't be insouciant about other's sentiments; they just could not stay fixed with a single partner. So I just don't understand why he wants me to be his girlfriend. Is he planning something big? I was about to take off the ring, but before I could, I remember Ivan's threat. I st
Trapped 14
The next morning, I woke up earlier than I usually did. Even though I had woken up early, Ivan wasn't in the room. He must have gone for an early meeting. It was nothing new. Pulling myself slowly, I slipped off the bed and walked to the bathroom. Turning the shower on, I stepped inside the warm spray. The water rolls down my back and relaxes my sore muscles. I took almost an hour to clean myself. This is the only way I can remove Ivan's touch from me. Well, I like to think it helps, but get his touch off me. After I cleaned up, I wrapped the towel around myself and quickly went to the closet. I put on a pink blouse and a knee-length black skirt. I was never a jeans or pants person. I loved wearing skirts or dresses. Once I was done typing my hair, I exited the bedroom and walked towards the kitchen. As soon as I entered the kitchen, Sasha looked at me, before returning to what she was doing. She didn't even smile at me like she usually does. I
Trapped 15
I was sitting on the bed thinking like always. When a knock rattled at the door, it interrupted my thoughts, bringing me back to reality. I frowned, wondering who would visit at this time. It can't be Ivan, he never knocks at the door. I walked to the door and swung the door open. To my surprise, Dean was standing on the other side of the door with an arrogant grin on his beautiful face. Seeing him there, my whole body felt restless. What is he doing here? His smile widened as he noticed the discomfort in my eyes. Sadistic rascal "What are you doing here?" I asked. My tone came a little harsh, but I don't care. I wasn't in a good mood for his game. Actually, I don't think I'll ever be in the mood for his games. I didn't want to be alone with Dean, this man annoys me to no extent. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" He said with a sweet fake smile. "No" Before I could shut the door. His hand flew
Trapped 16
I lay on the bed thinking about the incidents that happened a few hours ago. I can't get Dean's words out of my head. He wants me to drug Ivan and comes to his room. What if Ivan caught me? I don't even want to imagine what he would do to me. I was lost in my thoughts when the door opened and walked in, Ivan. Without giving me any glance, he disappeared inside the bathroom, stripping off his leather jacket and throwing it on the couch on his way. I heard the door shut and soon the sound of water running. Unconsciously, my gaze travelled toward the glass, just in case any white power could be seen, and to my luck, it wasn't. Yes, I had already mixed the powder on his glass wasn't stupid enough to do it in his presence. Dean said it was just sleeping pills, but how can I be sure he isn't lying to me? I mean what if his target is Ivan and I am just a pawn in the game? And what will happen if Ivan comes to know about the drug that I have added to h
Trapped 17
Ivan doesn't bother to hide the shock in his features as Sasha announced to him about my pregnancy. Silence fills the room as Ivan just stares at me with indecipherable expressions. He didn't look angry nor did he look happy. I was petrified about what was going to happen next. It is so still that I feel myself losing my sanity from the deafening silence. "David, call the doctor," was all Ivan said. "D-Doctor but why?" I asked suddenly, alert. "We are getting rid of that thing," Thing? His face is void of any emotion as he says that. My eyes widen in horror as the tremor runs through my back. He can't do this to me. He can't kill my baby. "What do you mean by getting rid? And why are you calling our baby, thing? It's not a thing," I said angrily. "We are getting rid of the baby," he replied. "No, please," I shook my head, looking at him. "Please, Ivan, don't do this, I will do anything," I begged him. My
Trapped 18
I closed and locked the door. As soon as I was done undressing, I made my way to the shower and turned it on. After washing my body and hair, I dried myself. I went to the closest to select a dress for today. Just as I walked inside, I found a box lying on the floor and my brows furrowed in confusion. Crouching down, I picked it up before opening it. There was a dress inside of it. I took the dress and kept the box aside. I can't even describe the dress, but it looked more like a bikini than a dress. Maybe Ivan brought it for Kiki as her dressing style is similar to this one. But why did he keep it on the floor and the bigger question was when he did keep it there. I clearly remember it was not here before. I looked at the box, there was a small note. I looked it 'Wear this. Dean will come to pick you up. Ivan,' What the hell? I don't know what Ivan was thinking while purchasing this dress for me. All I wanted was to cu
Trapped 19
On the way back to the warehouse, Ivan did not say a word, but it was clear that he was angry after everything that had happened in the restaurant. I still don't understand why he was angry. I wore the dress he gave me. Then why did he act the way he did? I felt like I was solving the hardest puzzle. I snapped my head toward him. His jaw was clenched, his knuckles had turned pale because of his tight grip on the steering wheel. I was surprised it had broken under the pressure. "Ivan..n," I called him out, but I got no response. Maybe he didn't hear. I cleared my throat to make myself comfortable. "Ivan," This time my voice came out a bit more confident than before. Again he didn't respond. Now it was clear that he was ignoring me. "I- I didn't do anything. Please try me," I said, my voice breaking at the end. "One more word. If I hear one more word from you I'll cut your tongue off," I couldn't help but frown. I d
Trapped 20
There are tons of assumptions rushing through my brain. I was just emotionally disarranged. I don't know what to expect from my life. I've always wanted to be self-reliant and live my life on my own terms. I wanted to fly like a free bird... and make my dreams come true. So far, my life has been on the right track. Things were going according to my plan. My life was perfect before these monsters entered my life. They came like a storm and destroyed my peaceful life. Yes, we were poor and had a hard time making ends meet. But we were happy... I was happy. I was shedding tears as I imagined how different my life would be if Ivan hadn't taken me. But for now, my main concern should just be my survival. Yes, they haven't tried to kill me yet, but you never know. You can never guarantee anything in your life. They have done so much to me, and they could do so much worse than this. It is better to keep my lips sealed and do as they please.
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ONE AND HALF YEARS LATER. I glanced over at the clock on the wall. It was almost ten and Ivan would arrive any second. I don't know who I am gonna break the news to and how he is going to react. I pinched my eyes shut as I suddenly felt light-headed and a swell of motion sickness hit me. I immediately jumped up and bolted to the washroom before locking it. I immediately knelt down and threw my dinner into the toilet. I flushed the toilet before getting up and walked towards the washbasin to brush my teeth and splashed some water on my face. I couldn't help but stare at my reflection. I looked normal despite the fact I always feel drained these days. For the past few days, I have been vomiting frequently and I get drained really quickly. Soon I realized I had missed my periods. It didn't take me much to realize what had happened to me. So, I called Rosie my doctor for confirmation. She came and collected my blood this morning a
Trapped 48
Two days had passed since my conversation with Ivan. Two days since, I am living in the guilt of taking two lives. I don't understand how Ivan can forgive me, especially after what I did to his unborn child. James, on the other hand, wants me to get a file from Ivan's office. Yes, that is what was written in the message. I was supposed to steal the file and James will come to pick me up on Saturday at noon, which will happen tomorrow. I am petrified. Anything could go wrong. Even though Ivan keeps assuring me everything is going to be okay, I can't seem to relax. But what choice do I have? I had to take the risk either way. "Isabella?" The mention of my name took me out of the trance. My head snaps towards the voice only to find Mary looking at me with her brows furrowed. I forgot to mention it. Mary had returned early in the morning. I was really happy to see her back. At least I'll not be alone now. "Bella?" She called me out
Trapped 47
"I want to surrender," I said, looking straight through Ivan's eyes. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Dean snapped, obviously not liking whatever I said. I flicked my head towards Dean, who seemed like he wanted to snap my head. But for some reason it didn't scare me like it used to, I felt nothing. I was just numb. "I said I'll surrender," I repeated, emphasizing each and every word. "You will do no such thing," he growled demandingly. "I'm not changing my mind," My voice came out surprisingly strong. Dean needs to know I'm not changing my mind. "But-" Dean was about to say sometime but Ivan cut him off. "Dean, let me handle her," Ivan's tone was too calm for my liking. Even though he didn't look angry, my heart started racing and my palms started to sweat. Something "So you are going to surrender?" "Y-Yes," The word came out of my lips as a hush, but that
Trapped 46
"Who is Jasmin?" I said softly, afraid I would anger him. Even though I was frustrated, I still know my limitations. But, as expected, he didn't say anything. He only gawked at me. I was getting apprehensive as time passed by. And the way he was gawking at me wasn't helping at all. It's been months since I've been living with this man, but I don't think I will ever get used to his stares. "Why are you all quiet? Tell me who Jasmin is," I repeated when I didn't get any answer. I know I was supposed to keep it a secret, but now it's done. I can only hope whatever James claimed is wrong, otherwise we will all be in great trouble. "Little bird, listen," David began, but I immediately cut him off. "No, I don't want excuses. All I want is an answer, plain and simple," I replied honestly. I didn't even care about my tone. I was sick and tired of people keeping me in the dark. I just wanted my answer and nothing else. "But Ang-" Dean st
Trapped 45
It's only been a couple of days since Ivan murdered Peter and I've noticed how Ivan didn't feel the slightest repentance. It made me debate with myself. Is Ivan the right person for me? I tried to get the conversation going about it, but every time I talk about it, Ivan either ignores me or shuts me up. I don't know why he hides things from me. I know there is no justification for killing someone, nothing that can justify it, but I still want Ivan to tell me anything or even make any excuse for what he did. Peter wasn't exactly an honorable man, and it didn't take much to figure it out. I still remember how he was staring at me despite being a married man. The memories themselves make me grimace in disgust. But no one deserves to perish and no one has the right to take away someone's existence. A cold chill ran through my body as Ivan brutally ended his life. Peter's cry of agony still rings through my ear. I rubbed my now throbbing head. I hav
Trapped 44
Days were going on, another few days had passed by and things were the same except the fact men have been uptight most of the time. They are hardly present at the house. Most of the days they come home after I have fallen asleep and they are gone before I wake up. I didn't know what they were doing because they were so busy. I wanted to ask him but for some reason, I felt like Ivan wouldn't appreciate my interference or interrogation. In those two months of living with Ivan, I had realized he was a very private person. Ivan had informed me in the morning that some people were coming over tonight for dinner and he had asked me if I could cook for them. Yes, he didn't order me. He asked if he was okay with ordering the food from outside. But I assured him I could cook for them. But the only problem was there weren't any groceries left to do the cooking. He said he would send someone with it and here I'm still waiting for the groceries. It
Trapped 43
I still can't believe Ivan raised his hand on me and, worse, he didn't even bother apologizing. He storms off the house right after it, but after shooting me a glare. It wasn't a big deal, no matter how much I think, I fail to understand why he acted the way he did. All I asked was to go out. Sometimes I even wonder why I am even with him. He's too aggressive sometimes. Like something switches inside him. He goes from caring to scary mode. Yes, he is caring, understanding, good-looking, smart, everything, but that doesn't give him the right to manhandle me. Glancing out the window, I realized it had started getting dark. I still had to cook dinner. Yes, I am angry. That doesn't mean I will keep them starving. I headed downstairs and cooked white pasta because that was all I found. I had my dinner in absolute silence, but for the first time, I didn't feel lonely eating alone. Instead, it was rather comforting. After my dinner, I headed b
Trapped 42
Seven days have gone by since the day of our argument. Ivan was very touchy from that day on. He would touch me and kiss me, every chance he got. I even caught him staring at me several times, but he didn't care and he kept staring at me regardless of whether he was caught. I still remember when Ivan had returned home. He was very angry when he did not find me lying naked on the bed as he had ordered me. He stripped me of my clothes and spanked my ass until I couldn't sit down. In the last seven days, we've been so close both physically and emotionally. I can tell I'm starting to feel things for him. There is no point in hiding it or denying it, at least not with me. No, it's not love, I'm still far from loving him, but his appearance is enough to make my heart swell. I don't know what was the definition of a perfect man for me in the past, because I don't remember anything, but now he is all I want in a man. And I don't mind giving our
Trapped 41
They both turned their attention to me. Ivan's eyes widened for a split second before returning to his usual blank face and I didn't miss the way the woman's lips curved slightly. What a witch, I already hate her. Feelings of resentment flowed throughout my being. My mind was overwhelmed with all kinds of feelings. I was humiliated, embarrassed, betrayed, angry, and a little hurt. Yes, it hurts. I can't help feeling the weight in my heart. I didn't know what I was feeling or why I was feeling this way. It should matter what he's doing and with whom he's doing it, but for some reason he did. I really couldn't understand why I felt like that. I stood there for what felt like an eternity but it was only a matter of minutes before Ivan broke the silence. "Isabella" My name tumbled out of his mouth involuntarily. This is the first time I've heard him take my name. He always calls me a princess. "Princess, it's not what you think," He
