Captive Bride Book Novels & Stories

I tried to reason with my father but his decision was final, I am getting married to Damian Blackwood, why me? So I started plotting, I had to run away, I just had to. I fixed a date when I was going to do it and when the day finally came, I ran. I stayed a motel at the outskirt of town and I laid low for a while until I stumbled upon an auction on my phone; an auction for women to be bought for marriage, I saw this as a great opportunity and immediately I applied. Yes, now you can’t have me anymore, or so I thought.

I had never felt not loved in my life like I did at that moment. Realizing that my tears were not going to help, I went back to the stool and sat down. Signaling for Rhea to continue her work. “I apologize for my outburst earlier. I did not realize the situation. I had no right to tell you how to feel but please understand that I am trying to save my job at the same time. Your husband, Kylan paid for my services, instructing that you look like the prettiest bride there is. In his words, “He wanted his wedding to break the internet, so he was checking on every detail which included how beautiful the woman he married is.

But hopefully soon 👀 In the meantime, go check out my new book 🥳💃🏾 "Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir’s Obsession" The story follows a young college girl who goes on vacation with her boyfriend, but ends up caught in a terrible situation and gets kidnapped and shipped off to another country. She eventually lands in the hands of a powerful cartel leader. She was given to him as a gift, but he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. Until she spoke back to him. And something in him shifted. (Warning in advance: this story is darker, messier, and definitely more boundary-breaking 😜.) Thank you once again for staying with me through this journey.

I opened one. There I was — my face flushed, tears streaming, standing in front of the ballroom entrance, mouth half‑open, taking a step back from Ethan and Vanessa. Behind me, the massive marquee: Emerson Grand Ballroom — Wedding Rehearsal. The caption below read: “She found out live. The bride who lost her groom today.” Another post: “#VanessaWins #ScarlettOut” with a video clip: me, voice trembling, “What do you mean, marrying her? You promised—” My words cut off. The video ended with Ethan’s blank stare and Vanessa’s small, cold laugh.

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

Then: “Damian? Your husband? The man whose men kidnapped you from our home and brought you back married?” Amara winced. “They didn’t kidnap me, Mama. I went with them willingly. I chose this.” “And why? i dont understand” Lena’s voice cracked. “Why would you marry a man you barely know? Why would you leave your home, your life, your mother—for a man who lives like a ghost in a tower?” Amara closed her eyes. She wanted to tell her. She ached to. But the truth was a blade—sharp, dangerous, capable of cutting everyone it touched.

“Your powers are dormant, not gone. I can help you control them.” I snorted, crossing my arms over my chest. “Oh, really? You’re not the enemy, then? That’s rich, coming from the guy who kidnapped me from my wedding.” The memory flashed hot and bitter—silk veil torn, the scent of lilies crushed underfoot, the cold bite of his grip as he dragged me away from that altar. I’d been furious then, and I was furious now, even if the groom I’d left behind had barely known my name, let alone my heart.

Sophie shifted her seat beside me as she spoke. “What do you mean their first?” The coldness of the Dark Woods seemed to grow stronger and stronger each moment. The rustling in the woods, the howls of the wolves, and the invisible eyes that I felt before seemed to flood all my senses. Petra locked her eyes on Sophie. “We are not their first.” Everyone’s eyes and ears were all focused on Petra. “We are not the first captives the blood drinkers took.” Sophie gasped beside me with her hand placed over her mouth.

My heart fluttered as he did this, knowing that he was going to make a brilliant father. But suddenly… I found myself staggering in pain. Pain searing through my body… Hardly able to keep myself upright. “What’s wrong, baby?!” Lorenzo asked, alarmed, a terrified expression on his face. “I think my water just broke…” THE END Follow me on i*******m @agkbooks

Ava, who was about to enter the room, stopped at the door to click the photograph of the family, who were lost in each other's embrace, looking happy, beautiful, and contented! ~~~ The End ~~~ Thank you so many guys for all the love and support for this story ❤️. Drop your review and don't forget to share it with your friends. Soon I am going to launch another story till then you can read my previous stories available on this platform. 1. Caged - In the Dark Embrace of my Saviour 2. Incompatible souls - Forced into a Contract Marriage 3. Auctioned to my Brother's Bestfriend And do follow me on In ta to stay updated about my upcoming works.