I didn’t write this book for profit or praise—I wrote it because I couldn’t not write it. Trapped in Deception is fiction, but it’s built from real people and real scars. Every character is rooted in someone I’ve known personally—some of whom left behind unfinished stories, fractured relationships, or unresolved questions. Writing this wasn’t just storytelling—it was excavation.

This book gave me the space to confront things I couldn’t say out loud. It became a way to turn chaos into structure, memory into narrative. That’s why it had to be refined until it felt right—not just as a product, but as a piece of me made visible.

If even one reader loses track of time inside this story, if one person finishes the final page and needs a moment to breathe—I’ll know it was worth it. But even if it doesn’t reach far, this is a book I stand by. A story that demanded to be told. And now it is.