Held Captive By Former Times Novel Novels & Stories

I had hoped we stayed hidden, at least, I would be free finally. Unfortunately, the attackers had come with so many men and resources that not even an inch of grass had been left untouched. With how ruthless they had been, I didn’t doubt that Anita and I were in even more trouble. I felt like I had taken a trip through time like some transmigration story. I had lost track of time but I was certain that I had spent more than a day in this new dungeon. Hours spent tied up and sitting on this cold bare floor. I had always thought my life couldn’t get worse, the orphan girl everyone hated and didn’t want to be around. And yet, it had grown worse when I had been captured by Alpha Sebastian’s pack

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He was rewriting her story, and her captivity was protection and also for his evil schemes. She looked at the heather, a spot of fragile color in the grey room. It was a gift from the one person she never expected to do such, and as he said it was a living companion. Her eyes drifted to the book in her lap, then to the quilt on the bed, to the decent food she was now regularly fed. This was the most dangerous cage yet. It wasn’t built to withstand her rage; it was built to dissolve it, to make her complicit in her own imprisonment.

That is a memory I would like to forget but the thought of Yara being held captive with that monster makes me think of that time, it makes me think of what he is doing to her, if he is doing to her what he did to me. He promised not to ever hurt her if I stay quiet and I did… I have for a long long time but I don’t think he would keep his promise. I walked around Yara’s apartment trying to gather clues as to where she is being held captive, I was starting to get frustrated by the futility of this quest with I felt something at the space between the kitchen cabinet and the wall. I pulled this thing out. Its a book. Yara’s diary. YARA’S POINT OF VIEW

Though it's never occurred before, my pussy trembles with memories, almost as if it recalls having him inside. Then again, he blinks. And here I am, peering back at a predator. I hold my breath. Goat. He shifts in nature. God, God, God, please. I firmly place my back on the table. Captured. How should I proceed? Is this the Darius's pack member I've never met? Is Nathan there here because Jade informed him about my presence over the phone? The only part of him that moves is his nose, but even so, I whimper as though he's just pulled a knife.

Or gratitude so big it hurts. I’d fucked up so many times with her. Left her that first night. Didn’t find her after. Kidnapped her. Lost her again. Kidnapped her again. Went to prison and let hours and days stack up between us like concrete walls. And almost lost her again because I was too chickenshit to realize what I’d done. And somehow…somehow…she was still here. Still letting me hold her. Still letting me stay inside her like I belonged there. Still letting me keep her prisoner by my side.

The two-day countdown felt like a lifetime. Every creak of the penthouse, every distant siren, sent Lynn’s heart into a frantic rhythm. He was a prisoner awaiting execution, but also a rebel on the eve of liberation. The email from Villa Helvetia had arrived, detailing the travel itinerary, the studio apartment, the generous stipend. Freedom was no longer an abstract dream; it was a flight confirmation and a set of keys. All that stood between him and that future was one man.

) #WrongReasonRightOne #Mafia #Dark #Twisted #Steamy #ReadtheWarnings #SensitiveThemes #Dominant #Caged #Kidnapped #Revenge Synopsis From First Book in Duo Series: CAGED-A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance Erica Kidnapped. Sold. Caged. I should’ve known. But with the monster I was familiar with locked in a mental asylum I stopped looking over my shoulder. And that’s when the real monster in a Armani suit, with beautiful face and a dark accent decided to haunt my dreams and every waking moment. Antonio Rossi. He bought me for the reasons unknown and now I’m a captive in his billion dollar cage. It has cliffs and forests and river. It has everything but the peace and freedom— two things I have

But that didn’t happen, my world stopped spinning when I got the glimpse of Antonio’s back covered in blood and everything didn’t fly apart, everything froze and my world seemed to sink underneath, making me believe this was what hell feels like as I closed my eyes. . -THE END- Thank you for reading CAGED— A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance. And special thanks for all your support and comments! Erica and Antonio’s story will continue in the next instalment of this book. And don’t worry you wouldn’t have to wait long, you can already add the next book from my profile. Trapped Forever— A Dark and Twisted Happily Ever After.

“Seventy thousand.” “One hundred thousand.” My brows scrunched as I tried to sit up. Pain shot through my body and I winced, gripping the bars in front of me. Bars. My heart skipped. I forced my eyes open wider until my vision cleared just enough to understand what I was seeing. A cage… I was in a cage. And I wasn’t alone. People stood around me. Men and women dressed perfectly, like they had just stepped out of a magazine. Their eyes were fixed on me, watching like I was something on display.