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Chapter Thirty-Eight
A gentle rapped on the door woke me up from a restless sleep that has me scrambling to the wall. Slowly, the door creaked open and a familiar friendly face peeked through the gap. Mei-hua beamed at me when her sight rested on my curled body pressing the wall. A frown etched on her gentle face before it softened. She immediately presented the tray of food in her hand and a duffel bag in the other as she walked closer to me.
“When you sleep, I clean bathroom and change light,” she said in broken english in her heavily accented voice. “I help you okay, cannot help escape. Sorry.” She shook her head as she said somberly. She could make my stay bearable but couldn't help me escape. I translated it in my head. I can't judge her and make her endanger her life for helping me escape if that was even possible. Whatever her reasons for working under Enrico, that's all her. And to be honest she's already risking plenty by giving me beyond what's necessary. She could just give me foodRelated chapters
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Never in my life, I had ever thought to have my engagement party or attend any party inside a casino or in a den full of corrupt foreign dignitaries and criminals. Though it shouldn't had had surprised me. Enrico was a criminal after all. I walked in on Alaric's arm. The scenario I've been in could have been taken from a bad Mafia movie. A girl pretending to be in love with the big and bad Mafia boss while forced to smile in the sea of criminals with her bareback on her family's enemies. I swallowed hard as the crowd parted to let our group through, Enrico being the leader of it. If I've been talked with Enrico's guest positively it could have been attributed to the fact that I was one of the few women at the casino wearing a dress that doesn't show any of my private feminine parts. All the lingering and approving gaze didn't matter anyway, there's no other gaze that could make the small hair on my arms rise deliciously other than Roman's. In front of us, I saw Enrico being swallo
His Willing Captive Chapter Forty
“Well, I heard I have a brother, guess I got more than I had bargained for, coming here.” I wanted to scream at Roman to save me and take me away from Enrico and Alaric and in all the madness going around us, but I cannot put him at risk, my heart couldn't handle losing another person close to my heart once again.I smiled, the expression not reaching my eyes while my hand balled into fists at the small of my back, trying to control the trembling. “I'm glad you finally have each other,” I said in a small voice. Roman scoffed, throwing Alaric a venomous glare. “I'm sure the feeling is mutual.” Though I have a distinct feeling that he meant the opposite. Neither Alaric nor Roman found their reunion pleasant. I smiled thinly as I looked away, my sight darting to the door, thinking if fleeing from the awkward and tense interaction would be worth it. “Right, Mendez?” Alaric only gave Roman a smug smile as he drew me close to his body quite possessively, I might add, once again. I stumb
His Willing Captive Chapter Forty-One
“Roman's mother. Enrico killed her,” He said watching me like a hawk. “In front of Roman.” I don't know what happened, but I felt like a bomb had gone off inside my chest. My mind went blank and the only thing I could hear was the grating sound of static and crumbling stones. For a moment I don't know where illusions ended and the reality begins. It was as if the whole place was shaking from its foundation and I am drifting away farther and farther from the ground as the taste of the air around me changes into a suffocating fog of smoke and fire. “Victoria!” it was as if someone was catching me as the intensity of hatred that started to bloom within me was staggering, to say the least. I don't even know that I'm capable of such hatred and how my heart could withstand such feelings for a single person.The vindictive part of me simmers as it grows into an overwhelming vortex of bitterness and darkness. Yet, even inside my head, I could still feel the ground shaking just as Alaric tig
His Willing Captive Chapter Forty-Two
AlaricIt's hard seeing Victoria change. The sweet, kind, and caring woman that I've known weeks ago has been jaded, and… she hates me. I can’t blame her, I did her wrong and by gods, it's killing me inside to see her go through hell. I know what happened back in her room was still bothering her. No one could recover that easily from that kind of trauma. But I don't have a choice or I'll risk endangering her life more than it already did.And it’s all my fault.I've been played a fool by Mona. Maybe because I remember my mother on her that I let my guard down and let her claws sink into my back. I hate myself probably more than Victoria hates me. Turns out, Mona was one of Enrico's local spies around the palace. I should have known better, but I was so blinded by Victoria's beauty that I failed to see the red flags. Even the fact that Mona practically told me that she killed the king had been swept aside; shoved at the back of my mind because my whole fixation was set on Victoria an
His Willing Captive Prologue
“Father! You can't be serious!” I whispered-yelled as I glared at him behind the huge oak table in his office.“The Kingdom needs this union, Victoria.” He looked tired like he had been battling an invisible battle for weeks now. Maybe he is. But what about me? I can't fight the Kingdom's battle for them.I don't want this marriage. I haven't even seen the man I was supposed to marry. For years I've been dreaming of a love like my parents—a fairy tale. A King and a commoner deeply in love with each other.I don't care if the man wasn't from a royal line as long as he loves me. At least I would experience falling in love before my blood dried up.I had lived a sheltered life. I wasn't even allowed to play outside with other kids. Never allowed to eat and learned on my own.I don't know about the business or the politics inside the palace. The only thing I knew is, I would only marry
His Willing Captive Chapter One
The suffocating heat and musty air woke me from my pitiful sleep. The cargo plane had stopped and landed as I peered on the small gaps of crates.No one was around.A sigh of relief left me, as I tried to swallow on my parch mouth. I am thirsty having not packed anything to eat or drink or any of my belongings. I don't have anything aside from the clothes on my back and the small pouch of money I kept through the years.The bustling activities a few hundred meters from me reached my ears while I tried to shove the crates using my feet to create a gap that would fit me.After an arduous sixty seconds of pushing. The gap was finally large enough so I could fit. I hastily slipped from my cramped hiding place while trying to stay quiet as much as possible.My knees wobbled the moment I tried to stand. The place was cramped up having filled with weapons that were purchased from Ti
His Willing Captive Chapter Two
The first thing I noticed when I gained back my consciousness was the lack of light. It was dark, too dark for me to assumed that my eyes were still close from exhaustion. I blinked once, twice, and so on but the darkness seemed like a cloth blinding me from knowing the horror that hidden from plain sight.I know I'm being dramatic but when you're being kidnapped, the first thing a person usually does was being dramatic before they got to think rationally.I tried to stand but my body was bound with an invisible force. Well, maybe not invincible since I felt the rope digging on my flesh. Thankfully it's not tight enough to cut through my skin.‘Nothing would work here other than wait for my fate.’ I thought grimly.How did I even get here?I tried to remember the events from last night. Trying to collect the missing pieces of the puzzle in my still foggy mind. I remember going
His Willing Captive Chapter Three
Alaric's POVI can't believe the nerve of that girl!A bullet on her head should have been easy and less work than playing around with her stupid games. But the very small humanity that still clings on me says otherwise.She looked so fragile.And besides, I can’t deny that something in me stirs from its deep slumber just by looking in those warm brown eyes. It holds the innocence and vulnerability that my sweet Lauren once possessed. But I can't afford to fail and fall on her trap. It might just be a mask she expertly wears to lure and control her victims.Hah! Innocence my butt!There’s nothing innocent on those big doe eyes. I saw the way it flickered below my belt. It was lustful. And I rather not play that game. As far as I am concerned I am still on a mission.Revenge.A very slow death would be a fun way to end the bastard who took away my family from me. The bastard who had killed
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