I Am His Captive Wife Novels & Stories

"I won't listen to your lies and your excuses! You're a captor, Marcus! You're a man who takes women as prisoner and uses them for your own twisted desires!" The stranger's eyes flashed with approval. "Yes, Sophia, you're finally seeing the truth. Marcus here has a pattern of behavior. He takes women captive and uses them for his own pleasure." Sophia's eyes narrowed as she turned to Marcus. "Is that true?" she demanded. "Did you lend my father money, knowing that he would find it difficult to pay off his debts to you, and then take me as collateral?" Marcus's face went white as he stumbled backward, his eyes wide with horror.

he finally revealed. My breath faltered. This is insane. He wants me in a contract marriage with him? Impossible! "There will be no intimacy, we won’t share the same bed. Just appearances for my family," he explained. I shook inside, anger burning hot. He’s insane. How can he be this cruel? Deceiving his own family with a sham marriage? Never. There’s no way I’ll ever take part in that treason. And in the most arrogant way, he added, “Do you want it or not?”

"I know. But I'm—I'm asking anyway. Pretending you have a choice. Pretending this is—is something other than what it is." "What is it?" "Captivity. Ownership. Control. A man who can't let go and a woman who can't leave." "That's what we are?" "Yes. That's what we are. And tomorrow—tomorrow I'll ask you to marry me. And you'll say yes. Because you're conditioned to. Because you can't refuse. And we'll pretend it's a choice. Pretend it's real. Pretend we're something other than captor and captive." She stared at him. "You're going to marry me? Make it official? Legal?"

"You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?" There was a short pause on the other end of the line. "So what if it was me. Do you think you're still the Captain Lawson that everyone respects? You're now just a criminal who will soon be going to prison! I'll be honest with you, Felix. I've had enough of the indifferent look you have on your face all the time! I don't want to be married to a criminal for the rest of my life! Your life is over!" She hung up.

Iris howled in my head. My last statement had set off a trigger. The woman looked like she was about to erupt, her eyes widening and fingers curling into her palm. She was a much larger woman, and my stomach rumbled, reminding me I had no strength to fight her. I closed my eyes, accepting my fate as the husband called for the guards. I sensed him holding his wife back. I heard the instructions he gave, and then they carried me out of their quarters, dragging me out in the open and then I was flung.

That I'd had no other option. But those were lies. All of it was lies designed to protect me from the reality that I murdered my wife to save my mistress. I don't know who you were, Bianca. I lived with you for four years and I never bothered to learn your dreams, your fears, what made you laugh when you weren't just being polite. I reduced you to a function in my life, and when you stopped fulfilling that function, I considered you expendable. You deserved so much better. You deserved a husband who actually loved you, who saw you as a complete person rather than a role. You deserved to be chosen, to be prioritized, to be valued for who you were instead of what you could provide.

"A $4 million debt stole her freedom One reckless slap changed her life forever." Valentina Russo refused to bow before the most feared man in the underworld—Don Damiano Moretti. Instead of killing her, he made her an offer she couldn’t escape: become his wife… or watch her family burn. Trapped in a gilded prison, Valentina vows to hate the ruthless mafia king who stole her freedom. But Damiano isn’t after obedience he wants her heart, her fire, and her surrender. As deadly enemies close in and buried secrets threaten to destroy them, passion ignites into obsession. In a world ruled by blood, power, and betrayal, can the Don’s captive become the only queen capable of conquering the b

When he finally leaves, I hear the soft click of a lock. He's locked me. And that's when I realized for certain: I'm not his wife, but his prisoner.

Pushing her towards the wall, he came closer. "What are you doing? Let me go. Am your fiance's cousin so have some decency." She spat uneasy. "So, you're Eva's cousin," he said, his eyes blazing with unspoken words. "You didn't mention that part. Or maybe you just choose to-" She tried to pulling her arm free to cut him off, but his grip only tightened. "Let me go," she grunt, trying to look strong while deep down, she was shaking to her bones. Rylan's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with an inner fire.

And for the first time since they had been together— Vanessa completely abandoned her pride. Slowly, she dropped to her knees in front of Leonard while still holding the crying baby in her arms. Tears continued streaming down her face. “Please don’t leave me…” Leonard’s expression shifted faintly. But not from pity. Only because he felt increasingly suffocated being in this situation. “We can start over,” Vanessa continued desperately. “I’ll change… I won’t get angry anymore… I’ll be a good wife…” Leonard turned his face away briefly.