All Chapters of Married To My Billionaire Captor To Get My Son Back: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHELLEY MORETTI “Please… fuck me, Master.” My voice cracked out in defeat, and he scoffed, smacking my cheek.“You are my little slave… My property, you belong to me… “Learn that,” he said. With a grin of triumph, like a master’s word of advice after punishing his slave.His hand slid across the top of my pussy mound, slowly and deliberately, until his fingers found the slick heat between my folds. Then, without warning, two thick fingers plunged into me at once, sinking deep into my wet, trembling hole.I gasped, arching off the table, my body betraying me with a violent shudder. I tried to resist, tried to swallow down the moans clawing up my throat, but the pleasure ripped through me. His two middle fingers curled and stroked that warm, vulnerable spot inside me, dragging an orgasm from my body no matter how hard I fought it.And gods help me… I wanted it. I wanted him to keep going, to never stop.His frame loomed over me; he was enormous, suffocating, all hard muscle and mas

CASSIAN MORETTI Even now, with a wife and a son, my father’s legal council refuses me full, exclusive control over my inheritance, the Moretti empire… the thirty trillion dollar worth legacy.They granted me only half. Fifty percent. While I may issue execution decisions, every one of them must still be dragged before the council, voted majorically on by the seven directors before it will be finalized. And presiding over them is still Justice Emeristus. My father’s most trusted man.How ironic, that from the underworld, my father must now see how the man he trusted above all else has become a puppet to a vicious woman.This man was under Claudia’s Palm, and it is indeed understandable that Claudia had to arrange an alliance with him to have his daughter Cassandra become my Legal Concubine, This is only to strengthen her leash over Emeristus… And if only I had successfully abducted this daughter of his years back… it would be him under my palm. But the unfortunate fate of Chelley h

CHELLEY MORETTI “Duke Winston?” I whispered, confused… Who is Duke Winston?“Where are you… Are you hurt?”Before I could make sense of it, Shana… Cassian’s mistress, burst in through the unit entrance, her heels striking the floor like she had been waiting around somewhere for this moment. At her side, a hulking guard loomed, broad-shouldered and severe.The guard didn’t hesitate before he shoved Rita so violently she hit the corner of the table, her cry drowned out by the echo of the crashing dishes. My heart thudded at this scene.“Stay down,” he barked, planting himself between me and Shana like a wall.“You wench! What have you done?”Shana’s eyes didn’t flicker once to the blood dripping down my throat. She saw my bleeding but acted like I wasn’t human or mattered. Instead, she darted straight toward the frantic cat still writhing in a servant’s hold. Checking her body, desperately.“Duke Winston. “Where does it hurt?” the cat yowled, as Shana yelled dramatically… “Oh my go

CHELLEY MORETTI Cassian’s arm locked around me, pulling me flush against the hard wall of his chest. His grip was iron, unyielding, almost crushing the air out of me. It wasn’t an embrace. It was a restraint.What?My mind reeled. He wouldn’t let me touch my child. His arm pinned me back, caging me, holding me down as if I were some dangerous creature.“No—no, let me go—” Desperation clawed at my ribs, each breath burning as I thrashed against him, clawing forward, reaching, begging to touch even the edge of my son’s sleeve.But then… I saw it.Von’s small hands clutching Cassandra Emeristus with white-knuckled fear, his face startled, recoiling from me—as if I were a madwoman lunging to harm him.“No…” The word broke out of me, raw, strangled.Cassandra fell to her knees in an instant, pulling him into her arms, cocooning him against her silk hair and perfumed gown, shielding him away from me like a mother wolf protecting her pup.And that—Gods—that was the exact way Cassian held me

CHELLEY MORETTI “Sister… you must hate me so much for stealing your motherly position.” Cassandra said, and I paused. “It is not your fault… Please don’t call me sister either.” I replied coldly; my heart was shattered. I was mentally exhausted by this outcome… that frightened look of my son thinking I wanted to harm him. This same Cassandra had clutched onto him protectively, acting like I was truly going to hurt him. “I feel like I owe you, and it’s deeply unfair; no mother deserves to have their child taken away from them like that. But it wasn’t my fault… Lady Dowager manages the household, and she made the order… I will do anything to pay back this debt, sister.”She pressed on, her tone soft, and at this junction I couldn’t tell if she was being genuine or not. But I know that I deeply resent her, and one thing I know for sure that was unmistakable was the way she clutched onto my son, knowing I would never hurt him, yet still giving him the illusion that I would.“Cassand