How Many Chapters Are In Trapped In The Closet

Number 1: Kidnap the Mafia's Wife. Number 2: Great, the bitch is gone. Stage an accidentally-on-purpose meet up to get his attention. Number 3: Have his eyes on me the whole night. Number 4: Let him take me home. Number 5: Experiment: take one; put a gun to the bastard's head. The last thing Indigo Mae expected was for a terror from her past to come knocking on her door at midnight. And by all means, the last thing she could have possibly hoped for was this little visit being the reason she gets roped into a twisted and deadly experiment, using the most dangerous man in the continent as her labrat. All Indigo ever wanted was a breakthrough. Unfortunately, life has other surprises. And it all begins with her getting thrown, hands tied, into a sinister Mafia world of conspiracies, lies, desires and death. Or, in other words, this mad man called Alessandro Ferrara.

"Will you Marry me, Sunshine?" He proposed her sitting on his knees, she nodded to him. He smiled and slipped the ring in her finger. He looked behind her, her parents and her brother with teary eyes standing there on the gunpoint by his man. Brandon Rodriguez, another name of death and danger. Everyone fears him. He is a cold-hearted mafia boss. He has no mercy for anyone. Claire Brown, a definition of sweetness and innocence, a beautiful and pure soul who loves everyone. She can't stand violence and blood. One fateful night everything changed when the king of darkness meet the innocent girl under different situations.?

"Why? I know it's not that you actually care about me. Then why? Tell me." I demanded looking down. "Be MINE, Caroline" he said. I always loved the way my name rolled on his tongue. I saw him coming towards me as I took small steps backwards until my back hit the wall. I could see his face getting closer to mine to reach my lips. *** Caroline Brook is the daughter of a wealthy business man. She has it all, looks, beauty, intelligence, money-of course! She's a true believer of LOVE. She lived a carefree life until a tragedy strikes hard. Daniel Rochester is one of the richest business man in New York City. He's the perfect definition for a Casanova. He never was a relationship kind of guy. And he rather chose to believe in one night stands. What happens when circumstances make these completely opposite people meet? Is there going to be an explosion of volcano of hatred or rain of love? Are they going to make it together till the end?

I'd been married to my lawyer husband for eight years. In all that time, he never once acknowledged me as his wife in public. He wouldn't even let our daughter call him "Dad." Again and again, he missed out on her childhood because of his childhood sweetheart. Even when she hurt our daughter, he still forgave her. I was worn out and empty. So I decided to leave. I took our daughter and vanished from his world. But he refused the divorce. He started searching for us like a madman, turning the whole world upside down. Only this time, neither my daughter nor I will be looking back.

Alex Cohen felt humiliated in every way for the money he got in exchange for marrying into his wife’s family. Until one day, his father picked him up in a Rolls-Royce...

What will you do when you are fucking in love with someone who doesn't love you back and then woke up the next day forced to marry another girl you don't even know or love? "Where the hell have you been, Hannah?" I turned around as she yelled from my back, full of hate in her eyes, grabbing my arm, pulling me inside, and laying me on the couch violently. I was shocked by her presumption. "You're still my fucking wife, Hannah. You're mine, don't ever forget that," she leaned on me as she held both my hands, feeling her grip trembling in rage. I was motionless and speechless. "What? is she great? Is she making you cum more than me? Are you not satisfied with my performance? I can do it again, you fucking whore" her face was dark, her voice cracking and hatred in every word she spits out. She forcibly slips her finger inside my andies and strokes my pussy, feeling my wetness. I slapped her hard. I was hurt by what she said. I could never imagine those words coming out from her. Where's the Ally I have known? Everything is my fault. I can't blame her if she started to treat me this way. I might hurt her ego. Even though we agreed not to intrude on others' lives still, it's not going to work the way we want it to. "Fucked Hannah, you are my wife. I can do whatever I want!" she shouted as she ripped my clothes and held me tighter. Ally got even angrier when I slapped her, struggling, but I didn't have a match for her. Ally kissed me forcibly and started to touch me out of love, stroking my breast, playing her fingers into my clit, burning with lust.

Serena Hale was never meant to belong in a world of diamonds, monogrammed robes, and dinner parties soaked in judgment. Once a humble bakery girl, she eloped into a whirlwind marriage with billionaire James Hale, trading flour-dusted dreams for gilded heartbreak. Now, Savannah’s back. James’s sophisticated, pregnant ex-fiancée has returned like a ghost wearing pearls, slipping seamlessly into his life, his home, and maybe… his heart. As Savannah moves into their world like she never left, Serena is forced to smile through whispers and cold stares. James’s mother, ice-blooded and brutal, now she’s made her message clear: Serena was the wrong choice. The second choice. And she better not get pregnant again. But it’s already too late. Serena is carrying James’s child again, a fragile, impossible hope tucked beneath her still flat stomach. He says he loves her. He swears he chose her. But he didn’t come home last night. And Serena is no longer sure if James is lying to her… or to himself. As secrets build and the tide turns against her, Serena must decide if love is enough to hold onto a marriage that may have never truly been hers before the truth rips everything apart again. Because this time, it’s not just her heart at stake. She has a baby to think of.

Since the death of their mother, Trixie had always lived in the shadow of her sister. No matter what she did, it was never enough for their father—not since the night their mother died. A cold winter evening when she gave her life trying to protect Trixie from a band of rogues that had invaded their kingdom. The only human who ever loved Trixie for who she was had died in her arms. As her breath faded, she whispered the last words that would cling to Trixie like skin to bone: “You’re special, my child. Mama is going to be watching over you...” Those words became a fragile beacon in the dark world that followed. Years later, on their eighteenth birthday, Trixie’s sister Trisha was honored with the ceremony every Alpha deserved—firelight, songs, and the whole pack gathered in reverence. Meanwhile, Trixie was tied up behind the pack house, hidden away, a secret shame. But the forest does not care for family politics. When a group of rogues stumbled upon the weak girl passed out beneath frost-bitten branches, they saw only prey.

Three souls. One bond. No way out. When Alpha wolf Rhett Calder arrives at the Moon Summit to broker peace between warring packs, the last thing he expects is to be hit with the mating bond. Twice. He’s fated to Mira Ellan, a sharp-tongued enforcer with a painful past and zero interest in destiny. But the bond doesn’t stop there—it also pulses between Rhett and a complete stranger: Jace Rowan, a quiet Beta with haunted eyes and a loyalty that runs deep. Neither man has ever desired another male, yet their souls burn for each other with the same pull they feel for Mira. Confused, drawn, and dangerously tempted, the three are forced together by fate—and hunted by those who see their triad as a threat to tradition. As the mating bond tightens and ancient power awakens, passion turns into loyalty, and strangers into something much more. But when secrets surface and betrayal lurks in the shadows, love alone may not be enough to protect them. Because the most dangerous thing in the world… is a bond the old world refuses to accept.

She had always wanted a vanity ever since she was a little girl. She remembered it clearly, the wooden art piece her mom had painted a glorious white to match her small room. But Hannah had never known that it would come with a friend. A "friend" that had a past so chilling, her parents would have known that the red on the bottom of the mirror hadn't been rust. Benjamin Faye had owned it long before her, too bad she had never met him. This is their story.