I Am His Captive Wife Novels & Stories

My heart raced so violently I thought it might burst. He leaned closer, his cologne, sharp, intoxicating, dangerous, filling my lungs. His voice dropped, low enough that only I could hear: “Run if you want. Scream if you like. But at the end of the day, dolcezza… you’ll still be mine.” And for the first time, staring into the merciless storm of his eyes, I realized, This wasn’t just a marriage. This was a prison. And I was already locked inside.

The wife of a powerful man who controlled everything from the shadows, with a power that bordered on the inhuman, but had promised her eternal love? She had been a woman loved, yes, but also captive. Captive in a world where the rules were made by men like him, men who didn’t hesitate to sacrifice whatever was necessary to protect their kingdom. "Where is the queen?" That question terrified her because, though she tried to think of herself as just a wife, she had never truly been one. Not when the man at her side could decide the fate of thousands with a single command, without anyone daring to question him. And yet, in her mind, she had always clung to the image of that man who had fallen i

I frowned. My fingers tightens around the glass “What are you insinuating?” “Oh I’m sure you understand. You’re a smart girl after all, or are you not…?” I glare daggers at her. I take a deep breath then exhaled. “What is your name again?” “Catalina” she says with a small bow of her head. “My husband is capo, I do not question his actions. He is a man, he has the freedom to do as he pleases” I’m shocked at how neutral that came out.

“I didn’t know that she was his prisoner until he announced their marriage plans. He told me that she’d escaped right after we reached the village. Since she possesses such spunk and impressive survival skills, I saw no reason not to believe him.” “He held her captive for months. You know nothing, then?” he asked with a hint of desperation. “Nothing that would be of much use. I watched her after she married him. It was obvious that she was miserable,” she sighed. “We don’t force marriage upon people. With the procreation program in place, permission to couple with a variety of sex partners is acceptable and common place. They stay together for the full monthly cycle and the female doesn

he said coarsely. “Why?” I asked, my tears abating. “Because you’re coming home with me.” I raised a brow. “As your captive?” That villainous look so akin to himtouched his eyes, and then he said three words that stopped my heart dead in its tracks. “Kak moya zhena.” As my wife.

Meaning he was still trying to piece the story together and he was his only way to finding that. "If you know so much, why ask?" A sly smirk played over his lips. Damien thought to himself, if he played his cards right then perhaps he could manage a deal of sorts and get himself released. "Why? Well That's simple" Leaning forward into the same light his captive sat in, the latter looked at the man with wide surprised eyes as he finally revealed himself. "Because you messed with my wife"

The highest he would do is kill me. “Because I am not your trophy wife," I spat with venom, regardless of the consequences. “And what are you?" Luca asked with interest. “I am a woman tricked into marriage, and being held captive against my will," I met his fire with mine. “Now that is the sharp-tongued woman I married," he praised, rubbing my cheek with his roughened hands. “I have answered your question. Why am I held hostage?" I asked, fearless.

Adele half yells, “you should focus on getting better and leave me to take care of my stuff. Stop meddling in my affairs or you will not like what I will do to you” I gently squat in front of her, suppressing a painful groan. I place my finger underneath her jaw and raise her head to meet my gaze. “Listen and listen to me very good, dear wife” I whisper into her ear, “you are my wife and even if you love Bastian with all your heart, you are mine, bound to me by blood and marriage. Since you love a criminal, I am going to become one for you and you know what I mean” “Let me go, Cahir” her voice is surprisingly calm and collected, “you should also forget about me, we have nothing with each oth

“There’s no way I’m letting you go back to waiting tables.” “And yet you say I’m not being held captive,” she mutters. I fold my arms across my chest. “You’re the wife of Lorenzo Gonzalez, and you can never be seen waiting tables. So no, you’re not going back to your job.” "I know you keep insisting I’m not a prisoner, but this is a cage, and I will never see myself as your wife. I could never love you, and I’ll never give myself to you." Her voice trembles with anger, her gaze locking on mine. "You talk about saving me, but I don’t remember asking for your help. You did this for yourself—let’s not pretend otherwise. Is this your thing? Forcing women into marriages, keeping them until you’re

With one last glance in the mirror, I put on a smile and head out, ready to meet my captor. The living room is oddly quiet, lights streaming in through the glass and the wolf is nowhere in sight. Classic piano plays from the gramophone beside the TV console and, for a brief moment, I stop to look at the picture frames on the console. There are three, one of a child in between him and a beautiful woman with blonde hair and brown eyes, another of the girl holding a balloon and wearing a big smile that makes me smile. The third is that of the blonde woman again. She is putting on a dress as brown as her eyes, cupping her pregnant belly. She must be his wife. His mate.