Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 19

be doomed.

Chapter 19 Strange Text Message

As Beatrice walked down the winding hallway, she couldn’t shake the nervous feeling gnawing at her. Her eyes darted back and forth, her footsteps quickening.

The hotel was eerily silent. There wasn’t a single staff member in sight, and the stillness felt almost suffocating.

She kept moving, glancing behind her every few steps, but after a while, she realized no one was following. She let out a breath, trying to calm hér nerves.

Maybe she had been overthinking things.

If Autumn had wanted to use dirty tricks, she would have done so much earlier. There was no need for games now that Beatrice was already trying to distance herself from her son.

Sure, Autumn was upset about the compensation, but Beatrice knew it was a drop in the bucket for the Belmont family. Autumn wasn’t the type to do something foolish.

Ahead, she could see the lobby she had entered earlier.

Taking out her phone, she checked the time.

It was 7:40 PM, almost time to contact Gordon. She began typing. [I’ve arrived. I’m at…]

Before she could finish, a woman in a black uniform suddenly rounded the corner and collided with her.

The woman immediately apologized, her voice rushed, “I’m so sorry!”

She reached out to steady Beatrice.

“It’s okay. I’m fine…” Before Beatrice could finish, an icy pain shot through her neck.

A jolt of panic surged through her body as she instinctively pushed the woman away, but her limbs felt heavy, her vision spinning.

The woman’s lips curled into a cruel, knowing smile.

Feigning concern, she gently supported Beatrice. “Are you alright? Which suite are you staying in? Over here, right? Let me take you back.”

The words felt detached, like an act, as the woman began guiding Beatrice down a much quieter, more secluded hallway.

“Help…” Panic flooded Beatrice’s mind, but her voice was barely a whisper.

Her strength seemed to drain from her body, her surroundings blurring. Everything felt distant, like she was falling into a deep, dark hole.

With all the strength she could muster, she reached for the

phone in her pocket, which still showed the half–finished message she’d tried to send.

Her fingers trembling, trying to retrieve it. She blindly typed, feeling her way through the keys, and with a final push, hit send.

營營營營營

Meanwhile, Damian, just finishing up a meeting with a client, had settled into a corner of the hotel lounge.

A light buzz from the alcohol made him feel relaxed, the cool night breeze tousling his hair.

Suddenly, his peace was broken by the familiar ping of a message.

Gordon, standing nearby, checked his phone. Seeing it was Beatrice’s message, he smiled at first, but as he read it further, his smile froze.

“Sir.”

Damian opened his eyes lazily. “Hm?”

Gordon bent down to show him the phone. “I had an appointment with Ms. Lawson for 8:00. She texted saying she’s here, but… the last word is strange. Could you take a look?”

Damian glanced at him, irritation flickering in his eyes. But he took the phone and read the message.

Chapter 19 Strange Text Message

[I’ve arrived, I’m at… helo]

4/8

His brows furrowed, a moment of confusion clouding hist features. Then, without warning, his eyes hardened. A cold flash of realization crossed his mind.

He swiftly tapped to make a video call.

Gordon was taken aback. “Mr. Crowley…”

Damian raised a hand to silence him.

The video connected, showing a dim, foggy orange–gray haze.

The sound was faint, including footsteps dragging, soft, gasping breaths, and then a weak, desperate cry for help.

“Help… help…”

The voice faded, replaced by incoherent gasps.

Damian’s expression darkened instantly. His eyes were filled with a chilling determination as he cut the call.

“Ask the hotel staff if Beatrice has been here,” he demanded.

Gordon immediately made the call, his face paling as he listened to the response.

“The front desk says a beautiful woman arrived around 7:00, saying she had an appointment. She left a suit at the front desk. It matches Ms. Lawson’s description. After that, no one knows

where she went…”

Damian wasted no time. He stood up, his face hardening, and dialed another number.

He moved swiftly, his steps purposeful, as he made his way out.

The room was dim, the only light flickering faintly, casting eerie shadows.

Beatrice was tossed onto the bed, her body hitting it with a heavy thud.

Around her, several men stood, all wrapped only in towels. Their eyes were filled with lust, their expressions dark and predatory.

At the foot of the bed, various dildos lay scattered, along with a syringe filled with illegal drugs.

“No… please… don’t…”

Terror coursed through her veins, shaking her to the core. She tried to push herself up with one arm, but the moment she lifted her body, it collapsed back down onto the bed.

As the men closed in, all she could do was try to crawl away.

“She’s a real stunner.”

“Look at that face, that body… She’s hot.”

Chapter 19 Strange Text Message

“Her husband must really hate her, huh? He paid us to do whatever we wanted to her, even told us to break her. How could he just throw away a hot chick like her?”

6/8

The woman, dressed as a hotel waitress, rummaged through Beatrice’s bag. She pulled out a piece of paper, walking over with a pen in hand.

Grabbing Beatrice’s hand, she forced it onto the agreement and said, “Her husband doesn’t want to pay for the divorce. He told us we do whatever we want with her, and he wants the whole thing filmed.”

Beatrice’s mind went blank. The words hit her like a ton of bricks.

She couldn’t believe Desmond had arranged all of this. On second thought, she refused to believe that.

Ignoring everything else, she scrambled to grab her phone, her hands shaking so badly that it slipped from her grasp several times. Finally, she picked it up and dialed his number.

As she reached for the phone, one of the men made a move to take it from her, but the woman with the agreement stopped him, her voice cold. “Let her make the call.”

The first time, Desmond hung up.

The second time, he did it again.

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