trapped in luxury.chapter 2

Trapped in Luxury – Chapter 2: The Illusion Tightens

The silence in the penthouse was louder than any noise I had ever known.

It wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t calm.

It was suffocating.

I woke up on the velvet couch, still dressed in last night’s gown, the city skyline stretching endlessly beyond the glass walls. For a moment, I forgot where I was—who I had become.

Then I saw it.

The diamonds on the table. The untouched champagne. The phone.

His phone.

No… my phone now.

A gift, he had called it.

But gifts don’t come with rules.

I sat up slowly, my head aching, my chest tight. Something felt off. Not new—just clearer. Like waking up from a dream you didn’t realize was a nightmare.

The screen lit up.

3 missed calls. 1 message.

Unknown number.

“Don’t make him wait.”

My stomach dropped.

I didn’t need to ask who “him” was.

Adrian.

Even thinking his name felt dangerous, like it carried weight. Like it owned a part of me I didn’t remember giving away.

I stood, walking barefoot across the cold marble floor, each step echoing through the empty space. Everything around me screamed wealth—gold accents, rare art, designer everything—but none...