All Chapters of The Billionaire Trap : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sofia's POV "Mmm, it's okay," I said, "I'll take care of myself," I said strongly."Are you sure... I mean..." I'm fine Zack, I need to brace myself for whatever is coming right?" I asked and he nodded, his eyes still on me."Then let me," I said, almost angrily."Right, I will," He said, taking his hands off mine."I'll take a nap again, and can you be gone before I wake up, it'd be better to not watch as you leave," I said.He stilled in the chair before nodding wordlessly, his eyes were filled with pity I didn't want.I laid back on the bed, pulling the sheets over my body, forcing myself to keep my eyes clenched tight as I fought the tears that were brimming in my eyes.A few minutes later, I heard him stand up from the chair, heaving a heavy resigned sigh, before dragging his feet out of the room.And the god-damned loads of tears I had came rushing down like a hurricane.The thoughts of being strangled, beaten, and disgraced by that devil were eating me out from the inside, but

Sofia's POV "Do you need it for anything?" She queried, taking her phone out to take the picture I ordered."I cannot fight now Rae, but that doesn't mean I can't fight later on, these are for the future," I explained and she nodded, hurriedly taking pictures of my face before she ran out to request the CCTV footage of my room.Two days later I had spent every second of each day preparing for this moment. Not physically—I knew I couldn’t fight back yet—but mentally, I braced myself for what was to come. My hands were tied for now, even if my hope of being united was as bleak as my future in this house.Rae had done as I asked, taking the pictures swiftly before running off to retrieve the CCTV footage of my hospital room. Proof. Evidence. For the future.And now, here I was.Standing in front of the house that had become my prison after the chauffeur had driven me in with a stilling silence, save for the sound of the car moving.I exhaled shakily, forcing my trembling legs to move f

Sofia’s POVThe air in the room felt suffocating, heavy with the scent of Alex’s cologne and his mistress’s expensive perfume.I tried to shift, to sit up properly, but my body protested, each bruise screaming in agony. Alex’s mistress, whose name I refused to say even in my thoughts, giggled as she leaned into him, her nails trailing along his chest.“She’s so weak,” she cooed, her voice dripping with fake pity. “It’s honestly a miracle she’s still alive.”Alex smirked, his gaze flicking back to me. “She’s stubborn,” he mused as if I weren’t a person, just some object to be analyzed. “But stubbornness can be broken.”My breath hitched as he suddenly moved forward, grabbing my arm and yanking me to my feet. Pain shot through my body, and my legs were barely able to hold me up.“A-Alex—” I started, but before I could finish, he shoved me forward. My already weak legs buckled, and I crashed onto the cold marble floor, my hands scraping against the unforgiving surface.Laughter rang out

Sofia's POV My nose wrinkled as the sharp, sudden smell of alcohol, heavy perfumes whiffed through my nostrils. "Why are you looking like that?" He asked, his grip tightening around my wrist. "N—nothing," I muttered, my words rambling as pain shot through my wrist from his grip on it. "You look like you're about to puke, straighten your spine, and act like the reason you were bought for," He snapped and I nodded, taken aback by his words. The grip around my wrist tightened again, and I bit back a wince, my nails digging into my palm to keep myself from reacting. He always hated it when I reacted. "Straighten up," he hissed under his breath, his lips barely moving, yet the command laced with venom only I could hear. I lifted my chin slightly, my pulse hammering against my throat as he dragged me through the grand hall. And then an almost perfect smile plastered on his face at the sight of a man ahead of us. "Mr. Rhysand," He greeted, extending his hands out for a handshake. "

Sofia's POV Alex walked closer, my forehead beaded with sweats of terror. "You...you really shouldn't do this..." I begged as he grabbed my neck and Leyla giggled behind him like my life was some sort of comedy show for her. "W—what, are you doing," I begged as he continued dragging me outside. "You loved it when I was beaten by my father in front of these people don't you?" He growled as he dragged me outside. I let out a wince as he stepped on my fingers that were trying to hold him back from dragging me. "N—no—no please..." I begged barely able to complete my words as he dipped my head ununderwaterhis hands pressing down hard enough that I wasn't able to catch, hold, or even attempt a breath. My lungs were burning, screaming for air as I thrashed against his grip. The icy water swallowed me whole, my mind spiraling into darkness. My hands clawed at his arms, but he was unrelenting, his anger fueling his strength. I could hear muffled laughter—Leyla's, taunting and c