Novel & Cerita I Am His Captive Wife

Then he stood, towering over her. Shaun looked up at him. You are not complicit. When she shook her head, he tapped her cheek with his finger. It didn't hurt, but the tap was sharp enough to keep her from arguing with him. You're not complicit because you are my captive. You might love me, you might wish to stay with me, but you are still my captive. I will never let you go. Even if you come to hate me. Even if you run away from me. I will always find you and I will always bring you back.

I scream, kick, twist—but he shoves me down onto the mattress with the full weight of his body. “I’m your husband,” he hisses. “No one’s going to believe I did anything to you. Not me.” I freeze. I don’t want to believe what he’s implying. But his eyes… they’re wild now. Glassy. Unhinged. “What are you saying?” My voice is hoarse. “I should’ve done this a long time ago,” he mutters. “Gotten you pregnant. Given you a reason to stay.” My stomach drops. No. No.

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

“You’re my wife. You don’t get to use my name and my men the same way.” The words were too loud in the quiet room. You’re my wife. Her hands curled into fists. There it was again. That claim. That brand. “You’re very attached to that word,” she said. “As if putting it in front of whatever else you call me magically turns this captivity into something romantic.” “I’m attached,” he said, “to the fact that every time you breathe in this tower, my enemies see you as leverage. And every time you let someone besides me get that close, you paint a target on their back and yours.”

"Then I met a woman." Patricia's heartbeat quickened. The pieces were beginning to move. Slowly. Dangerously. "What woman?" Obadiah's expression softened. A mixture of pain and regret. "Her name was Grace Akinyi." The name meant nothing to Patricia. Yet somehow it felt important. Very important. "I loved her." The confession surprised everyone. "I truly loved her." The billionaire's voice cracked slightly. "But I was a coward." Patricia remained silent. "I promised her many things."

“When you wake up, I’ll be right here. And I’ll never let you go.” My cock twitched again at the thought of her eyes opening and seeing me- her husband, her captor, still holding her like she was the center of my dark universe. Fuck- I was… in love with this woman I had made my wife. My innocent doll.

Jane's said madly. The only thing Jester's wife held was the strand of the woman's hair. Because it was so long, it was easy for anyone to catch up with it. So, the rich man's flaming wife dragged her to her husband's bedroom. Jane tied her hands and slapped her several times, relieving her anger.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

“Everything you need is here. With me.” The pressure in my chest grew unbearable. “I’m not a prisoner!” He grabbed my wrist, spinning me to face him. His grip was bruising, his jaw tight with fury. “You’re my wife,” he hissed. “Do you understand what that means? You don’t walk out whenever you please. You don’t leave me.” Anger flared hot in my veins, fueled by fear. “You can’t keep me locked up like some pet! I have a life—”