All Chapters of Married To My Billionaire Captor To Get My Son Back: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHELLEY KENSINGTON They told me I was pregnant the same morning they told me my mother was dead. I sat on the cold examination table holding the paper with my trembling fingers as the other hand pressed to my flat belly like it might keep me from floating away. I was still trying to wrap my head around it, the two pink faint lines that meant hope and finally a future. After three years of silence from my womb, three years of scorns and humiliation from my husband, my adoptive parents and sister Cierra, three years of pitiful stares from the workers in my father's company, his legacy... which he left for me alongside signing me up for adoption to my current adoptive parents to take care of me because he divorced my mother years back. The impossible finally happened, I was pregnant. Now I would hold my baby and the world would see that I'm not barren. I thought I'd run home to laughter when I'd share this news with my husband and my family, that my husband would finally; for

CASSIAN MORETTI The polished obsidian wall reflected the gleam of chrome inside the boardroom, the long mahogany table stretched endlessly, and at its head, I sat with a seething barely concealed. Across from me sat eleven men, all grey-haired, stiffed jaws, they are retired judges, senior lawyers, and corporate watchdogs who had once bowed to my father. Now, they are my biggest obstacles, they strongly guard my father’s 30 trillion dollars worth of fortune that is legitimately mine as the heir of the Moretti family.Because I don’t have a family anymore! I’m being denied. And who controls these witless old men now? It is my father’s legal concubine, Lady Claudia Moretti, in white, not a single hair out of place, wearing a pearl necklace that once belonged to my dead mother… She didn’t flinch under my stern gaze; she only gave me a cold confident smile. On her left was her 28 years old son Luca, the illegitimate son of the Moretti family, pretending to be part of a legacy h

CASSIAN MORETTI Three years had passed, That’s how long I’ve kept this new mask in place. To everyone else, my life is the picture of success. A new fiancé, Another son, Asher Moretti. A family portrait so good the media eats it up, except there’s no picture to print about my “fiancé” who prefers her privacy, or so I’ve told them. No one had ever seen her, no one knows her, and that’s exactly how I’ve designed it. But the truth? There is no fiancé, there is no wife and I’m keeping it that way. I’ve been living inside a mausoleum of my own making.Donna and Jade. My wife and son and my mother, They were my life, the only three people I ever allowed past the walls I built. And I buried them; no, I lost them in a firestorm of a jet crash seven years ago. One moment they were there, laughing in the cabin before takeoff; and the next, the world told me their bodies were unrecognizable, my world ended that instance. I’ve never forgiven myself for not being on that flight, even th

CHELLEY MORETTII was too confused, where is this treatment coming from? Jared calling me a lady?And he is requesting death for failing to come and protect me earlier, none of it made sense to me.Then Cierra’s voice cut through the tension, rising into a hysterical and mocking laugh. Long, loud and deliberate, her finger pointing at me.“What? Lady? What a joke! Who would’ve thought this wench would rent out a few jobless men to play bodyguards and come ‘rescue’ her when her little theft mission failed?”Gasps rippled through the crowd. Faces turned, nodding, people whispering, nodding to her words as if they made perfect sense.“Chelley,” Cierra sneered with her bubbling laughter again, “you went all the way to hire these men? Tell me, what did you pay them with?”She said laughing hysterically and then paused, gasping with a new realization. “Don’t tell me you paid these men with your cunt… you whore!” The insult cracked against me. But instead of getting rage baited again, som

CHELLEY MORETTIWhen Jared dropped me back at the beach house, He said no words, his demeanor was cold, like he wasn’t the man calling me lady, and even offering his life over his incompetence… my memory swirled back to the oddness of it all, how did he get my location? And when I tried asking, “Go in and isolate yourself…” he said in a cold tone, like an accusation that I had purposely left the beach house, or trying to escape my isolation again, I know what that meant, and wouldn’t even dare. “I didn’t go alone,” I answered quickly, desperate to clear myself. “The watchers who drove me to the store… They were with me. I never stepped out unguarded.”The man beside Jared spoke then, his voice was flat and merciless.“Lady… the moment they dropped you, they went drinking. We do not take slacking on the job lightly. They were fired. And silenced.”My heart lurched. Silenced? The word echoed like a tolling bell in my skull. Did he mean… killed?Before I could shape the question, the