Forced To Love: A Ceo's Captive Bride. Novels & Stories

"You've got no choice here. You're mine." "You're sick! You don't own me and I'm never going to be with you." "I'm getting married to Frank!" "No, you won't." He challenged almost immediately. "You had no idea I was engaged before you drugged and raped me?" "There was no fucking engagement, there was no ring on you." "The ring didn't matter. I'm getting married soon to him so you need to let me go!" "No! You're stuck with me." "It's crazy how you think that you can intimidate me with your words!"

"But for the physical pleasure he could get any girl..more beautiful, more experienced…..why you? Moreover it's impossible for a person to act in front of the one with whom he is staying 24 hours….all the time. So stop speaking like a moron." My heart said. "You guys are morons...remember he is a mafia...he can do anything to get what he wants...remember he married you by kidnapping you...how can you forget that?" My mind said. Yes...it's true. He married me forcefully . Moreover he kidnapped me ...how can I forget that? Because of him I couldn't contact my parents...my sister. He forced me to marry him despite knowing the fact that I loved Aarush.

The marriage was only a fake setup to convince the public that they were truly betrothed and in love with each other. She laid her head on the headrest of the couch and sighed, looking around at the house that had been her home for as long as she could remember. She was going to lose it all: her claims to this house, her share of the Jones' vast estate, everything that came with the prestigious name, as her step mom Jessica had made abundantly clear. She would have to give everything up. She felt a pang of pain in her chest but quickly brushed it aside and stood up from the couch in renewed frustration. Where the hell was Lewis?!

She remembered saying ‘I do’ at the altar in a desperate, nearly robotic manner while in a state of terror and intense, excruciating loneliness. Back then, she hadn't loved him. It was a business deal. A desperate pact with destiny. For a long time, their marriage had been devoid of love, a well-kept, courteous façade. She had put up with the sneering disdain, constant undermining and icy contempt of Howard for her lowly beginnings. With a deep, exhausted sigh, she looked at her son's serene face. She had triumphed. A triumph over all of the suffering, loss and unrelenting cruelty she had experienced. Victor is the name she would give him. A reflection of her final success. Then she started

He takes my thumbs and presses them onto the paper, making me imprint my fingerprints on the paper. "What's this?" I demand, trying to struggle free. "It's a contract," Lucien says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "One that states I have claim over you. The world will know and see that you're mine, even if we're not mated." I shake my head, horror rising up inside me. "No," I say, trying to pull my hands away. "I'll never agree to this." Lucien's smile grows wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I wasn't pleading," he says, his voice cold. He holds my hand firmly, forcing my thumb onto the paper again.

A/N Forcefully Wedded, Ruthlessly Loved By The Billionaire Mafia is a dark romance, you might find some elements disturbing. Triggers includes but are not limited to detailed steamy contents, profanity, murder, smoking, blood, forced marriage, ruthless love, obsessive love, morally grey ML. If you still want to continue, enjoy! This 🌶️ 🌶️ will be used to depict steamy chapters. ***** “Your second daughter has to take her place, we can’t postpone the wedding, it is too late.”

Musa looked at Kiara with a smirk plastered on his face and said," You have to love me .Whether you can do it by your heart or by choice or i can do it by my ways" Kiara looked at him with a confused expression. She said, “What do you mean"? Musa patted her cheek and said, "THE BEGINNING OF FORCED LOVE ".

“But I can assure you that she's not the same. Like who would be after tasting the heights of luxury.” My fists clenched and unclenched under the table. There it was, Layla again. She had began to hunt me everywhere I went. Even my best friend unboundedly chattered about her too. “She's not exactly a bad person either. Besides the ceo doesn't really have a choice. He'll have to fall for her sooner or later.” Loveth continued with a small smile. “Guess I have to get closer to her for real so that I'd be able to clinch favours from them in the future. I love happy endings... Oh wait why are you staring daggers at me?” Loveth's dreamy look was replaced with a confounded expression.

My father, and everyone who knew the truth of our marriage, had sworn that her loving me was impossible. Which woman on earth would love a man whose father had kidnapped her? Who had been forced to marry him when ransom money could have been enough? And when my father finally let her stay by my side, it wasn’t out of kindness. It was out of demand—so she could bear me a son. I had fought for her love every single day, yet now that I had it, something inside me twisted. "Every time you tell me I belong to you, I hear what you won’t say—you belong to me just as much."

“Yes, I know Elena was pregnant before we got married. Same with Amaya. We were both forced. She told me she was in love with someone else… and truthfully, I was too. But neither of our parents would let us be with whom we wanted. So we agreed, marry for peace, divorce after two years. But things didn’t go as planned, it became complicated and she fell sick.” He took a deep breath, his hand moving to his forehead. “You’re telling me… You were her lover?” “I was,” Samson said. “We met in Paris. Fell hard. It wasn’t planned. We were just… drawn to each other.” Morris stepped back a little, waving one hand in front of his face like he was trying to fan away fire. “This… is too much,” he muttere