The Don’s Captive Bride
“Will you give me your life in exchange for your father's?” He whispered in my ears, as he traced down my face, to the skin on my neck, with the cold edge of his gun.
“No… Irene, don't…,” my father begged faintly from where he lay, straining against the grip of Diego’s men.
"Yes,” I blurted out, a tremor in my voice.
“If that's what it takes, then… Take me!” I surrendered, closing my eyes.
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How far would you go to protect the ones you love?
Would you trade your soul to the devil to save theirs?
Well, I did.
I, Irene Herrera, offered myself to the Mafia Devil, Diego Vargas, in exchange for my father's life.
I became his captive bride.
He put me through hell, yet… I refused to break.
I played his game, but I made my own rules, breaking his.
I challenged him at every chance, defying the Almighty Diego.
He was captivated by my rebellious spirit.
As we drew closer, I started to see the man behind the mask, he was hurt, lonely, and haunted by the ghost of his lost love.
I was drawn to his broken heart.
Soon, the lines between captor and captive blurred for us, as we lost ourselves in a flaming love affair.
But what happens when I learn that my long lost sister was Diego’s ex-lover, involved in a plot to destroy him?
This conspiracy arises again and Diego’s life is threatened.
I face a choice to either seize this chance to escape, and leave him to die, or stay and protect the man I now love, even if it could cost me my life.
Whatever choice I make, Love or survival, am I justified?
What would you do if you were in my shoes?
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Chapter: Chapter 11: The first BreakfastI was jolted awake by a blinding light as a maid suddenly parted the heavy curtains, flooding the room with a burst of rays from the morning sun. Diego’s bedroom still felt unfamiliar, but the luxurious bedsheets felt good against my skin. "It's time to get up, ma'am," she said curtly. “Breakfast is almost served. You don't want to keep Lord Diego waiting." I turned my head on the pillow, glancing over for Diego's presence, but the other side of the bed was empty and the sheets were untouched. He didn't sleep in here last night. ‘What kind of husband stays away from his wife on their wedding night?’ I asked myself. Well, it was a forced marriage after all. There was nothing real between us. But he wanted this. He desperately wanted me to become his wife, and now that he’d gotten what he wanted, he disappeared. Strangely, it felt lonely, sleeping on this king-sized bed all by myself. But I was a bit relieved. I couldn't bring myself to face Diego, not after
Last Updated: 2025-05-11
Chapter: Chapter 10: Lost and alone in his scary world I didn’t run after Diego, that would’ve been dramatic enough to stop the whole party. I quietly returned to the bar where I sat before. ‘Who was this woman that he talked about?’ ‘This ghost that haunted him.’ ‘And why did he want me to be her?’ My mind was flooding with questions. As I pondered, my heart raced in my chest. I noticed Gomez was still there, at the bar. He wasn’t serving drinks He just stood there, his eyes narrowed at me, watching like a hawk. It almost creeped me out. I needed answers and he seemed like someone who knew things… more than he cared to let on. Things I needed to find out. I confronted him, my eyes locking onto his. “Tell me, what’s Diego’s story, huh?” “You seem to know him more than anyone else, why does he seem so complicated?” I asked, trying to play it cool, but my mind was running wild, desperate for answers. Gomez's expression turned cold, his eyes narrowing into slits as he gazed at me. I expected some explanati
Last Updated: 2025-05-02
Chapter: Chapter 9: You're not her, and you never willIrene’s POV He didn't wait for my response. He simply pulled, and I stumbled after him. The crowd parted slightly as we moved, their gazes settling on us, curiously. It was a spectacle, watching lord Diego drag his unwilling bride onto the dance floor. Once we were amidst the crowd, Diego didn't start to dance immediately. Instead, he held my hands loosely, drawing me closer to himself, creating a strange sort of isolation as if we were alone in the room. I wanted to draw myself away, but there was something in his touch that held me captive. Like he put a spell on me. I knew I was caught up a dangerous feeling, but I didn't want to save myself… not yet at least. So I stayed. "You look like you'd rather be anywhere else," he whispered in my ears. A smirk appeared on his lips. “And here I was thinking our wedding party would be the highlight of your whole life." I scowled, feeling insulted. "What exactly is the highlight supposed to be?" I asked, trying
Last Updated: 2025-04-30
Chapter: Chapter 8: There’s More Than Meets The Eye.After the ceremony at the chapel, we headed back to the estate, with an entourage of guests. Diego was having an after-party at the villa with his associates and close allies, but that was none of my business. I had done my part. I had put on my best performance to please Diego, wearing fake smiles all through the ceremony like a 'happy bride'. Now, the muscles in my jaws were hurting from the strain. I changed from my wedding dress into a red gown and black kitten heels, something comfortable that wouldn't draw too much attention to me. I made my way out to the ballroom where the party ensued. The air inside felt different; the aroma of wealth and privilege was heavy in the air. Everyone in the room was glittering with extravagance, from their outfits to the strong perfumes they wore. It seemed like they all came from old money. I came from nothing. As I stepped in, the loud music and annoying laughter of some women trying to flirt with Diego assaulted m
Last Updated: 2025-04-29
Chapter: Chapter 7: Till Death Do Us Part. Irene's POV. After freshening up, I went to the main living room in Diego's suite; he was gone, but the room was alive with a different kind of energy. There were several women, fussing about with my wedding dress and prepping cosmetics for my makeup. Camilla supervised them, making decisions in my stead, but I couldn't care less… it wasn't a real wedding after all. As I entered, the room fell silent, and all eyes turned to me. Camilla's voice cut through the silence, heavy with malice. "Look who's getting married." "I wish your padre was here to see his daughter," she mocked. I swallowed a lump in my throat, resigning to my defeat. “Ladies, make her look perfect for Lord Diego; it's his special day today," she chirped away, like an excited teenage girl. Within a couple of hours, they were done. I stood before the vanity mirror in the dressing room, staring at my reflection. The makeup artists and stylists had just left, but their handiwork remained. They'd
Last Updated: 2025-04-27
Chapter: Chapter 6: Secretes and Insecurities.Irene’s POV Drained and disoriented, I woke up to a pounding headache. Fragments of the previous day flashed through my mind as I lay on the bed, admiring the murals painted on the ceiling in Diego’s Bedroom. Memories of the suffering I endured in the dungeon came flooding back, stirring up feelings of despair and hopelessness in me. But as memories of Diego's rescue resurfaced, how he swept in like a knight in shining armor, carrying me to his suite, a bittersweet feeling settled in my chest. The details of the previous night were hazy, but I could vividly recall Diego's unexpected kindness. He had bathed me, washed my hair, and tucked me into his bed. I feared he might take advantage of my vulnerable state, but he hadn't. Instead, he treated my body with respect. This was not what I expected of a ruthless mafia Lord, I wondered if there was more to Diego Vargas than met the eye. I was confused by his actions, but one thing was clear: Diego was a stone-cold devil who
Last Updated: 2025-04-27
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