The Billionaire’s Captive Bride

Argh Come on!I cracked my eyes open, blinking profusely trying to adjust my blurry eyesight. The first thing I registered were the thick metal bars that surrounded me by every corner. Although it seemed like a long time had passed, I was aware it had only been a couple of hours due to the pulsing pain in my head. What happened?My whole body erupted in fear and panic. I couldn't remember how I got here. The last thing I remembered was begging our boss in his office…then people came in there…and then…someone injecting me.“...and sold to Mr. Sanchez for $3 million” I heard someone say from the other side of the thick curtain right in front of me.What's this?An auction?The was drawn and was blinded by the harsh glare of the spotlight pointed directly at me. I bit down the scream that was about to come out of me, I felt the terror swimming in my bloodstream.I could hardly see anything except from a few men sitting in the front line of seats. Their faces were shadowed in the darkne

I woke up in a jolt feeling very disoriented . I sat up yawning in satisfaction as I just woke up from one of the best naps ever but always one of the worst as my brain was awake all night thinking of various scenarios and ways I could escape this weird dream. I ran my fingers through my hair as I processed what happened yesterday.It still feels so surreal, like a dream. How did I end up with a choice - a contractual marriage with a man that was likely dangerous who bought me at an auction. In exchange, my problem would disappear.He was a scary man with manipulative charms but…but he was also my only hope.I needed to think clearly. A chance to start anew, to escape from the grasps of my past. But that also came with a price. It was a gamble but it might be my only choice.I got up and walked towards still deep in thoughts. Upon reaching the door, I heard a knock which made me jump.The door opened and I saw a middle aged lady in an apron. “Good morning, Lena”. Her gentle voice caug

Chapter 6Staring at my reflection in the mirror, it was vivid that the initial shock and disbelief had long worn off, it was replaced with a dull, persistent ache of resentment.It has been nearly a week and all I did was wander around the wide expanse of land. I felt more captive than when I was living with ‘my parents’. The feeling of boredom, isolation and lack of purpose felt suffocating for me. No matter what I tried to do to ease my mind, it just felt pointless and overly supervised.I wore a small smile on my face trying to encourage myself before leaving my room. I wandered downstairs and saw Mrs Thornton meticulously dust a porcelain vase that's obviously priceless.“Need a hand?” I asked as I approached her, “I may not be of any help in the kitchen but I do know how to clean exceptionally well”.She let out a laugh, “darling, I got it covered, just lounge around and do what pleases you”.I nodded with a tight smile on my face as we fell into silence.“How long have you work

Enough!”We all turned to the door to see Mrs Thornton standing there with a blank expression on her usually warm face.Their laughter all died down as they scrambled away from me. “Mrs Thornton, she's just being difficult and we don't want to keep Mr Castelli waiting” Kelly said coming forward.The aura Mrs Thornton possessed at this moment made me feel like she was the real boss of the house. “Let her be,” her voice was firm and steady. “Mr Castelli may have certain expectations, but those don't involve forcing his wife into something she doesn't want to wear”.I expected their protest but they were completely silent. “Mrs Castelli will choose her own outfit” her gaze softened when she looked at me. “If he doesn't like it, then he can deal with it. But you're not going to dress in clothes that make you feel uncomfortable”.I couldn't stop the subtle smile that graced my face as they started tidying up in an awkward silence that was in contrast to the loud and prideful aura they came

I unintentionally poked at my scrambled eggs lost in thought. They were now cold, I'd barely eaten up to two bites and now my fork just stabbed the eggs like I was the source of all my pain.Mrs. Thornton, who was cleaning up the kitchen, glanced my way multiple times and her gaze was hard for me to read. Was it concern? or pity?Or maybe both.For someone who hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon, I should have been hungry but with everything going on, especially last night…Last night was indeed… a mess.After Leo had barged into my room like a marathon horse with his eyes livid, his accusatory words hit me with no time to defend myself.“Who are you working for?” He'd snapped, this was unlike the confrontation we just had.“What?” I squeaked out after some seconds of trying to comprehend his words.“You heard me,” he yelled,stepping closer. “Nicole? The Ghost Clan? Or are you just playing stupid? Was it all a setup—the bleeding, the hair, the timing— was it all just a ploy to get