All Chapters of Married To My Billionaire Captor To Get My Son Back: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHELLEY MORETTI“Get out! And follow me.” A reverberating masculine voice broke into the room, and we both turned to see a tall, burly man in a suit and very dark shades. My heart sank; I knew Cassian Moretti was here, and my hands were soaked with sweat.And we followed immediately. I walked down the stairs, and there he was. Cassian Moretti, my captor, sat on the king-sized chair in the sitting room, relaxed over a glass of bourbon and a thick cigar, and behind him Jared and four other men in black were all around the room. The thick smoke of the cigar blurred his face; I could only see his frame. His presence was intimidating. My breath hitched as the air suffocated me or the scent of bourbon and tobacco clawed at my lungs.As I stepped the final stairs and escorted him right to his front, then he leaned forward.The smoke parted, and I saw him clearly, Cassian Moretti. My captor, for three years of breaking me, without even seeing me.And oh gods, I have no words to describe thi

CHELLEY MORETTI“God complex?” He scoffed. His thumb lingered on my lip, pressing until I tasted the faint copper sting of blood where my teeth scraped against it. My breath hitched, shuddering under the chokehold, and I hated ... God, I hated that my body betrayed me, heat coiling low in my stomach; this man affected me in a way I can’t explain… My nipples peaked hard at his rough touch, my heart thudding as well. It was like my body wasn’t in harmony with my rage and pain; it was like my body was craving more of his touch, betraying me. “You ruined me…” My voice was ragged and breathless against his grip. “What did I do to deserve this? I don’t know you, and God knows I don’t want to… you devil!” I broke down, tears forming in my eyes. Cassian’s eyes narrowed, studying me as if my tears and my hatred were something he craved. His grip loosened just enough for air to slip through, and his mouth came close enough that the scrape of his stubble grazed my cheek, my pussy clenched,

CASSIAN MORETTI I reached the ‘ Heir’s New Residence', typically the newest ultra modern-highrise building in the Moretti Estate a towering twenty-story high-rise, gleaming with glass and steel. Every new generation of the Morettis will build a new building with the current trend of modern architectural design, different from the parent’s manor… and only the heirs will live there. And I live in the luxurious penthouse of this building… with the penthouse being the top 1–5 floors reserved exclusively for me; the legitimate heir and his family, which I’ve lived in since its completion.Whilst Lucas and his family occupied the floors below mine, the 6th through the 10th.The remaining floors were for everything else, guests, events, staff and servants who greased the machines of the ‘Heir’s New Residence’.That is how my ancestors had set the hierarchy and tradition of the family, whilst at the same time keeping the family together. I pressed the elevator to the first floor, Jared f

CASSIAN MORETTI “Oh dear Cassian… what will you do now?” Claudia’s smirk widened, her tone sharp enough to cut. “You’ll turn this sacred ground into a bloodbath? In front of the media? That would be digging your own grave and handing your claim straight to Lucas on a silver platter.”I tilted my head, the corner of my lips curling into a smirk of my own.“Claudia… you seem to have thought quite shortly and forget yourself.” My voice dropped, “This estate is private property. And the mausoleum?” I swept my gaze over the frozen workers warning them. “Legally restricted. Anyone who steps foot here without my sanction has already crossed a line. If they’re shot down today, they’ll stay dead and buried for good, because they invaded my ancestors’ peace. And they were brought down with force.”Her smirk faltered just slightly, but I pressed on.“What happens then? only a mere headline and whispers. At most, a scratch on my public image.” I let the words hang between us. “But Cassian

CHELLEY MORETTI Cassian’s hand held my waist for quite some time; it was unusual… My heart raced as our eyes locked; his pair of blue ocean eyes froze me in that position, but they soon turned into pairs of ice-cold eyes. He steadied me back on my feet, his hand sliding from my waist as though the very touch of me offended him. I swallowed hard, heat burning the back of my throat.Cassian’s lips curved, but there was no warmth in it… And then before I could speak, the lady’s voice dropped before me. “Ohh… Should we say Mrs? Is Chelley clumsy?” Her voice was mocking. “Or is it that you’re desperate for attention already?” She paused, letting the words drip slowly. “It’s been what… Four days since the wedding? And you can’t bear not seeing him for even that long?”Her eyes flicked briefly toward Cassian as if letting him know she was showing him a discovery, then her eyes went back to me. “And now, here you are, shamelessly pretending to slip, waiting for a Prince Charming to swoop