Novel & Cerita I Am His Captive Wife

I nodded, "Yes. I'm sorry. It won't happen again." "It can't happen again, Gia, because you are mine." He declared. I didn't answer, but I stood still as he leaned his head down and kissed me. I closed my eyes and savored it. And there I was, making love to the person who killed my parents and everyone who threatened to take me from him. I wondered why he would claim me as his and didn't want a man to touch me when he still held me captive. I was not free. I was bound to him by a paper that claimed that I was his wife and belonged to him.

"Swiftclaw took my father-in-law's life, and in an act of cruelty, he kidnapped me, intending to use me as leverage against my husband, Marco. He wanted to crush Marco's spirit, to break him down." A shudder coursed through me as memories of the captivity and the anguish I endured resurfaced. "I was held captive in Swiftclaw's camp, surrounded by his loyal followers. But in a moment of opportunity, I managed to escape, slipping away under the cover of darkness. That's when you found me, when hope was almost extinguished." “Did you just say you are the wife of Marco, the Lycan King?”, Elara asked with a surprised face…

He informed me. “His wife?” I asked. “Yes.” He replied. “How is she related to me?” I asked in need of clarification. “She’s not.” He answered. “Then?” “His wife is in prison, for theft and burglary.” He told me as I rolled my eyes in frustration. “I’m confused. What’s her name?” I asked him. “Clarissa Comtino. Known as Big Mama there.” He stated. “Big Mama…” “She’s been there for two years now.” He added.

Not a wife but— A captive. A prisoner…and Alessandro’s prey.

"But then things changed. He became cruel. Violent. He used me... he used me for my power. For the connection I had to you." My heart clenched painfully in my chest. What power? I hoped it wasn't what I was thinking. All these things had been happening while I was married to him. While I was living in that house, playing the obedient wife, he'd been keeping another woman captive. A woman he claimed to love. A woman who shared my blood. Who the hell had I married? Why would the goddess mate me to that bastard at the first place? How could someone be so damn out of his wits.

"That's a massive leap. Usually, it goes captive, servant, despised acquaintance, seduced lover-" "Those all sound great," he cut me off, "but I've had four months" His eyes darkened as if the time had been worse than prison "To think about this, and I know what I want." "And you want a real wife," I said slowly. "I could buy a wife from a catalog if I wanted to," he returned harshly. "I want you. And if I can't have you as my captive, I want the next best thing." A laugh lifted in my throat. "I'm already your wife, remember?" I said as if I understood his frame of mind.

Know how deep his feelings for her ran, or she would’ve never done what she had. “I’m a captive.” She said, “I deserve this.” “You’re also my wife.” he said, “And my men are better off not hurting the woman that’s married to their boss.” Of course he would not see her suffer, especially at the hands of his own men. While they remained vastly unaware of his relationship with her, there would definitely come a moment in the future when it would be revealed that she was his wife, their possible luna. When the men realize that, their own shame and guilt would eat them alive, and their past acting with her would haunt them for the rest of their lives.

I said, holding her shoulders so that she would calm down. “What is she doing in your house?” “She just returned from Australia and decided to stay here for sometime.” “Where is your wife by the way?” She asked, scanning the room as though she was looking for something. “She has been held captive and that's why I'm trying to get everything set for her release.” “This is not yet over Ignatius.” Clara banged the door and left the room angrily. “That's fine dear.” The woman said. “I have missed you my boy. Let's have some moments together.”

Her heart was palpitating as she felt intense hotness under her thighs. "Let me go" she whispered. "How can I let you go, when you banged into my room without my permission? I never let you into the room remember? So tell me what do you want from me" James' masculine voice whispered in her ears. Has he moved even nigher to her? Catherine felt weak, surprisingly, she lacked the urge to push him away, She truly desired to be kept hostage under his arms forever, however, James gently pushed her away from his warm arms and said.

An arm-length away, but still a danger to touch. He's a poison she once had. Losing the memory of being intoxicated made the idea of being his victim again inviting. “What- I thought you didn’t know.” Belle looked away and kept a straight look in front of the unmoving car. Looking at his face made her weak and helpless. “Did you even love your ex-wife?” “Wife. She’s still my wife, Hya. We were never divorced.” Before she could say another word, Nikolai opened the door. “Liam is waiting inside.”