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

"Yes I’m sure it did, guess what? I don't give a crap." Blake roughly turned her onto her stomach and grabbed both her harms tying them together behind her back. The more she tried to struggle the more his dick hardened against her butt, that stopped the struggle almost immediately. Turning her back around he secured her ankles together. "Blake, you son of a bitch, untie me now. You have not right to do this!" "Wrong again princess, I'm your fucking husband and you will learn to respect and fucking obey me." "Obey you? Doesn't Jade play the obedient lover with you? Is that why you feel the need to force me into that role?"

“That’s what’s going on. It’s the first step in getting away from lying scum like you.” “Ava, please, baby, let’s talk. Let me explain everything to you.” Ava chuckled humorlessly. It was funny how she had been probing him all this while, trying to know what he was hiding, and yet her mind could never have grasped this particular secret. She would never have guessed, even with a gun to her head: That her forced husband is a billionaire.

"They tried to chemically rewire my mind. Hypnosis. Drugs. Electric recalibration. Anything to make me give up the vault code and the ledger." Her voice cracked, and something inside me pulled taut like a wire ready to snap. "They said... they said if I didn't give it up, they'd make sure I forgot everything I loved until I didn't remember why I ever resisted." I didn't breathe. I couldn't. My fingers had dug into the edge of the bench. The water bottle I'd been holding rolled to the floor, forgotten. "They didn't even give me time to recover after the mission. I was five months pregnant, Killian. I told them I needed more time."

“But… I can’t marry you! It doesn’t sound normal. Why the hell would I do that?” “Well, as you might have guessed, you don’t have a choice in this situation. You either agree to the contract marriage or I’ll send you back to jail.” My heartbeat accelerated at that threat and I realized that I was basically trapped between two hells. Return back to jail or agree to this atrocity. “Do not get the wrong idea, I don’t particularly want this. You'll be my last option when it comes to marriage.” He pointed out and I’d be lying if I claimed that didn’t hurt.

"Our marriage didn't start in a good term. Grandpa just forced us. He wrote it in his will. He will give all his assets to charity If I don't marry Mara before the end of the month after his accident, "This woman has been mean for two months. She gave me a chance a month ago." "Who would believe that you love me after seeing how badly in love are you with Loren?" "Tokki, the day I found out that you are Ara and I found out what Loren did to Grandpa, she was already out in the picture. Yes, I loved her before, but I love you first, and you'll always be in my heart forever. You are the first woman I love, and no one can change that."

And I will make sure to get the passcode. “No, I won’t. Why should I listen to you always, huh? This time, you listen to me and be a good old grandpa and give me the passcode.” I retorted. “Stop behaving like a typical wife and do not disobey me.” He gritted, getting up from the sofa but stood still and did not take any further steps towards me. I held the phone tighter in my palm and contemplated my next step. “Forced Wife.” I retorted, my blood boiling in sheer anger and hatred for this monster thinking about the day he married me.

Immediately, the documents were placed on the table in front of me, and the assistant handed over a pen. “Isabella, read it carefully and ask if you don’t understand any of the clauses,” he said calmly. I read the document preamble and continued flipping through the pages while reading carefully. Soon, I reached some shocking and unexpected clauses: No going out without my permission. All your life belongs to me. You have no more friends or family except me. You stay all day indoors and come out only when your attention is needed. You only use your phone three times a week. No camera.

“The media knows. Our ‘love story’ is trending. Phoenix Holdings released a statement praising the union. We have our first public appearance tonight; charity gala at the Met. You’ll smile. You’ll cling to my arm. And you’ll let them photograph us like the perfect newlyweds.” I zip up my pencil skirt with shaking fingers. “I know how to act.” “Good.” He steps close again, adjusting the collar of my blouse so it hides the hickey. His fingers linger. “Because if you slip, I’ll drag you into the nearest private room and remind you exactly who you belong to now.” My core clenches at the threat. I hate myself for it. I step back. “Your family destroyed mine. Don’t think a few orgasms erase fiftee

The pause made his words strike deeper, almost unbearable in their intensity like he had to wrestle them from his soul before giving them to her. Kathalina's lips trembled as she drew in a shaky breath, her eyes lowering before flickering back up to meet him. Her voice was soft but edged with defiance, a shield for the storm inside her. "What if I'm married now... or have a boyfriend? You can't just say things like this, Thirdie, just because you still love me." For a heartbeat, silence stretched. Thirdie's gaze locked on hers, unreadable, as if weighing something deep within himself. His jaw tightened, then relaxed, and when he finally spoke, his voice was low.... steady, but dangerous in i

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