I Am His Captive Wife Novels & Stories

I have revealed all the secrets in front of you before making any move on you. "Though I didn't choose the right path, yet I can't deny that I truly love you. That's why I pursued you even at the risk of sacrificing everything." "I admit that I will never marry you, but in my heart, you will always hold the place of my wife. People might call you my mistress, but I will always treat you as my queen." After saying this, Jack came on the top and pressed Sarah beneath her. But before he could kiss her, suddenly Nichole kicked him down there. He fell on the floor unable to believe what just happened.

As he stormed down the hallway, his feet pounding the floor like a drumbeat, Nathan's momentum sent him crashing into someone, his arms flailing wildly as he struggled to regain balance. The impact sent shockwaves through his body, but it was nothing compared to the seismic jolt that hit him when his eyes looked up, locking onto a face that made his heart nearly skip a beat. Natasha. His ex. ***** Nathan's eyes narrowed with surprise as he gazed at Natasha who was dressed in a Alexander McQueen brown suit, his mind racing with questions. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I'm here to offer my support, Nathan," she cooed, “And to your sister too. I heard what happened an

Her skin was pale and her blonde hair despite it being rough fell over her back and shoulders like a waterfall. It was her eyes that captivated him the most. As he gazed at her, his eyes bore into her soul as he felt as if he had stumbled on a long lost creature. He was drawn to her with such an intensity that he knew he had to have her, No matter the cost. Without further hesitation he called out his bid shocking the crowd with the high sum and was immediately announced sold to him. He watched as she stared at him as the was being released from the chains. She stood still and calmly as she gazed at him. He walked up to her as he heard several whispers from the crowd “He must be so wealthy”

“Then let me go to school anyway. Let me have something. Anything. Or admit you like controlling me. Admit it is not about enemies. It is about owning me.” His eyes narrowed. “You are my wife.” “I am your prisoner.” I whispered it but it came out loud anyway. “And I am tired of pretending otherwise.” The room went quiet. Just my breathing. Loud and ragged. His phone buzzed on the table but he did not look at it. For once he did not answer right away. He just stood there. Watching me fall apart. And I kept standing there too. Shaking. Crying. Waiting for him to say something. Anything. But he did not. He just let the silence stretch until it hurt more than the yelling.

“You care enough to look away while he chains you to him? You care enough to stay silent while he makes you his prisoner?” The word cut through me. Prisoner. My lips trembled. “I’m his wife,” I whispered. The quiet of my voice carried more weight than I expected. “That’s my choice.” The words cracked something in Marcello’s expression. For a moment, I thought I saw pain. Then it hardened, his smirk returning. He lifted his hands in mock surrender. “Have it your way.” He brushed past us, pausing at the door. His voice dropped, low and cold, as his eyes met mine. “I hope you don’t regret it.”

I shake my head, trying to breathe, trying to speak, but nothing comes out. He presses his forehead against mine, his voice tightening. “You’re my wife, Monique. You belong to me.” The words make my stomach lurch. I feel his grip tighten around my wrists, and I wince, trying to pull away, but he doesn’t let go. His fingers dig deeper, his control slipping. “Say it,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. “Say you’re mine.” I stay silent. I won’t give him that. Not anymore.

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

She couldn't bear it. Viso inhaled a big puff of cigar and then blew the smoke through his nose leisurely. Gina’s Painful moans sounded in the pin-drop silence. “Capo…” Daive called him, silently asking him what to do with her. “Daive, my wife doesn't want me to kill that bitch. So throw her in the place where she deserves to be. Her brother’s favourite place.” Viso nodded at Daive who understood his Capo’s command. He grabbed Gina’s arm pulling her up and threw her at two other men who held her captive to throw her in the Brothel.

he seethed out. Aniya silently heard him. He was talking about someone or in precise, about a woman, who had come here to meet him but he didn't want to meet her but who was that her? Aniya ran her mind and a name caught her head. Her eyes widened. Was that his wife.. Valery Alfanso? Was she here to meet him and that was why he didn't want to meet her? But why would a wife need permission before entering into her own husband's property? What kind of husband and wife they were? She didn't know about Valery but she knew for sure that…that woman had been married to a monster. She was unfortunate to have a man like him as her life partner.

After all, my life was never mine. The vows felt like a burden. I wish I could go back in time and recall my past years of life and make everything better. When it was my turn to speak, the words caught in my throat. His fingers brushed against mine, giving me another silent warning. A subtle but unmistakable threat. "I do!" I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. My eyes locked with my captor, my tormentor, and now my husband! "Congratulations! I announce you both as husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!"