All Chapters of Married To My Billionaire Captor To Get My Son Back: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHELLEY MORETTI “Take off all your clothes… kneel, and wait in my study…”Cassian Moretti said it in a commanding tone, that tone that made my heart beat with dangerous anticipation…It couldn’t be that he would punish me mentally again, like the one he had… when he humiliated and depraved me… when he left me at the apex of my orgasm, starving and desperate to be fucked by his cock. Starving to lodge his monstrous cock into my softness… that day he just stood up, wordless, leaving me on my knees there.I still tasted the sting of that abandonment in my mouth: the cruel, unfinished promise of him. The memory made my skin prickle and made the ache in my core flare like an ember fanned to life.I hated myself for days. I was ashamed of my body and its mindless betrayal, the way I was starving, taking his cock down my throat, mindlessly choking on his huge phallus, and the way shame and a filthy, ignoble pleasure had tangled until I couldn’t tell one from the other. I’d gone days repl

CHELLEY MORETTI Cassian Moretti commanded me to come alongside him in his car to work today. Yeah, to play my role as our bargain struck… The prosperity and good fortune of an empire is not only the stability of the business; the public also judges and scrutinises the family, the marriage… Everything about the Morettis is a news story; that is why Cassian must maintain the outlook of a perfect family, a perfect marriage, a secured bloodline and a beautiful wife. These little things significantly affect the Moretti Empire globally, especially since people judge that being able to maintain the stability of your marriage is a testament that the prestigious Moretti Empire is in good hands. I sat stiffly in the backseat of his black car, beside him. The tinted windows blurred the city into streaks of light as our convoy rolled along. Rita and Jules were somewhere behind us with the guards in the convoy. Cassian’s hand slid over my exposed thigh, strong and immovable. His thumb pres

CHELLEY MORETTI Romano entered my office, witnessing the ruckus… I threw Marco the deadliest glare as he muttered under his breath, looking too stunned and in disbelief that this day… where a little girl will command him… will come. My eyes returned to Romano. He was standing there, composed, as if Marco’s tantrum amused him. When I gestured to the chair in front of me, his movements were unhurried and deliberate… His eyes were still on me as he sat. This man didn’t just sit; he lounged. Leaned back into the leather chair like it was his throne, one arm draped across the armrest, his lips curved into that lazy, bad-boy smirk that shouldn’t have belonged in an office, I could only imagine… He is an heir of a super wealthy family; he has the aura similar to Cassian’s, but Cassian was like a storm – unpredictable, dangerous and also admirable. Cassian was not like him; time for business is really strict. He doesn’t play or flirt like Romano, but if Cassian was like him, I would be

CHELLEY MORETTI It was closing hour of work for me, as I was getting ready to leave the office. Rita leaned over, carefully retouching my makeup and adjusting my dress. I honestly didn’t know why she bothered to be this meticulous… I was already done with work for today. What's with all these enhancements? It's like I was going on another outing.“Anddd… this!” she said at last, putting the finishing gloss on my cherry red lips.“This is so unnecessary, Rita…” I sighed.“Very necessary!” she insisted. “You are gorgeous! Extremely. The internet and the media are going crazy over you. Do you know who’s trending number one globally right now?”Her tone was almost like a little schoolgirl gisting her friend about the latest gossip. I found myself smiling. “Tell me…”“You, of course. You!” Her eyes lit up. “‘The beauty who tamed the billionaire’ is trending across all countries. Jules told me the stock bureau reported a two-hundred-and-fifty per cent increase in our company’s stock.

CHELLEY MORETTIWhen the sound of applause echoed, I turned, and Romano stood there, smiling with that infuriating ease.“You’re a great mother indeed,” he said, eyes lingering far too boldly. “I wonder why you’re not the one raising your own child.”“And who are you?” Cassandra cut in sharply, “Mr Romano,” I interjected smoothly before anything could escalate. “Welcome to our abode. The butler will take you to a guest unit. You may join the dinner after you’ve freshened up.”I didn’t wait for his response. I simply walked away, my heels clicking against the polished floor. Inside, though, I couldn’t help but wonder… why does Romano keep doing this? Always inserting himself, always testing boundaries.“That man is so weird,” Rita muttered as the elevator carried us up toward the penthouse.I only hummed, too tired to answer.The moment we stepped inside, the maids moved with their usual precision… slipping off my shoes, collecting my jacket, and taking my bag from Rita’s hands.“Let’