I Am His Captive Wife Novels & Stories

He was looking at her with lust. She crawled backwards, trying to leave the room and lock herself in another room. But he followed after her still holding his gun. "You are beautiful and young. No wonder your husband treat you with gentleness and unleash his inner beast over other woman. Looks like he pampers you alot. Now why don't you repay me for keeping your husband satisfied for this long?" he spoke suggestively, which scared the women even more. "No, please let me go. I will not tell about what happened now to anyone. Please let me go" she begged him.

"Your mark? You speak of this?" She curled her fingers, and the air resonated, bits of light spinning like broken stars around her hands. "The cuff-links that kept me captive? Gone. I am no longer your puppet." Vladimir's eyes sparkled. "You think tossing them away sets you free? You've only just begun to learn what true captivity is.". "Captivity? I lost everything—my family, my home, my future. And you? You took it all to build your throne on bones."

Remembering where I was—in a massive palace of immense strength—my heartbeat began to pound in my ears. Is there really no way out? Do I have to stay like a good little wife for him, living the rest of my days in agony with a man who clearly despise me? A life in a gilded cage. Like a dying flame flickering one last time, "You don't understand what it feels like." My voice wavers before steadying. When fingers gripped my chin, his jaw ticks. "This isn't a request." Retrieving his fingers, he pulled a neatly folded hankie from his breast pocket, wiping his fingers as though he had touched something foul and beneath him.

For a long moment, neither of us moved, our breaths mingling, our bodies trembling from the intensity of what we had just shared, When he finally pulled back, his eyes searched mine, and what I saw there was something I hadn't expected: not just possession, but something deeper. "You are mine, Brynja," he said again, his voice softer now but no less certain. I nodded, my body and soul too spent to argue and though I hated to admit it, some small part of me whispered that I was, perhaps, more his than I had ever been my own. Being forcefully turned from his captive to wife might have been the strangest thing to ever happen to her, she intends to show him just how much she isn’t going to be so

He winced gravely in pain because it was deep. "I'm just giving you what you deserve. So, don't die on me." The lady chuckled and went back on opening his part. As the lady was busy dissecting the captive man alive, heavy footsteps began to descend on the same space. Everyone could not do anything to make their lady stop until they felt their master's arrival. "Master...about this..." one of the guards was about to say something but their master just raised his hand to stop him from speaking. "So you are here, my beloved wife." the lady flinched a little before releasing a defeated sigh when she heard the voice of her husband behind her.

“She’s Adrian’s wife!” “Mr. Blackwood, please tell us, is she really your wife?” “It’s obvious, Mr. Adrian gives her too much freedom.” “They look perfect together!” The reporters’ voices collided, microphones shoved into Adrian’s face while the camera flashed violently on Irma. Ariana gasped in the crowd, her chest tightening. Every time Irma carried herself with confidence, Ariana had doubted her but today, after the way she stood against Crystal, Ariana couldn’t deny it anymore. Irma’s his wife.

Chapter Thirteen I’m seated on our bed, hugging my knees and tears won’t stop falling down my cheeks. I was held captive by my husband! In our own home! I was about to say I couldn’t believe this is happening but who am I kidding? It’s been hours since he locked me in this room and he hasn’t come back yet. I feel tired. I’ve been crying all this hours and thinking non-stop of the hatred blooming in my chest to the person I devoted my life to.

Alaric's POV She's engaged. A foreign feeling shoots through me at the thought that she has someone back home. Suddenly, I want her for myself. I want her to stay with me. To never leave my side. I shook my head, in hopes to clear my head. She can't be with me. She's just my captive. My willing captive. I marched to my room before closing it with so much force I could hear the hinges rattled. ‘Why am I so pissed? I just knew the girl and my gut is telling me that she's not who she says she is.’ I thought, mentally berating myself.

“You know where that will get you, right?” “You and your psychotic cousins are going to keep me here forever? Marry me and then fuck me until I can’t walk?” I spit out venomously. Only if I hadn’t let him manipulate me into believing he was my…my what? A strange pain rippled through me as my subconscious scoffed at me. Right. He was never my anything. Nothing. His smile was the darkest. “No, topolìno. Well, yes to the last one. As tempting the thought is–we’ll need to return to Catalonia–and you will join us when we do, as our wife.”

I greeted him. He just gestured for me to sit down at a table nearby. He was unbothered by the fact that he was selling me off to someone I don’t know and most importantly an alpha king rumored to be a ruthless and dangerous man, someone that Murdered his own wife, a demon in human clothing.