I Am His Captive Wife Novels & Stories

"I thought we were way past you being my slave. You can't be my slave and talk to me like that. Looking me straight in the eye. You wouldn't dare." "Then what am I?" I stepped closer. "Because you treat me like property one minute and your mate the next. I can't keep up with which version of you I'm supposed to deal with." "Both." He moved toward me. "You get both. The Alpha who demands respect and the mate who will burn the world down to keep you safe. You're still my captive, little bird." "I don't want either." I shoved him again. "I want freedom. I want a choice. I want to stop feeling like I'm drowning every time you touch me. I want to be able to call you what you are, an arrogant, dom

I held the frame to him, grateful when he took the weight off my hands. "Are you ready to tell me where my documents are and what you've done with them?" He bit his lip, his eyes darkening with vengeance. "I swear on your parents that I'm going to feed you to my dogs if you don't tell me the truth." I inhaled, my chest rising with fear and the courage I needed to get through this. "I'm not your wife, man." "Don't act like you don't know me." He hissed. "I'm Damon."

"You are mine and you are not leaving this house until I say so" "Who do you think you are!" She screamed at his retreating back as he attempted to walk away. "I am Raphael De Léon. What I say, goes. Look Tami, you mean everything to me. But I wont tolerate these actions. I understand you're confused, but you wont kill yourself on my watch" He spoke with so much power, it almost had her shrinking back. How dare he! Just because his name is large, and he has all this money, gives him no right to keep her as his captive. She had her own life to deal with.

He watched me with a dark, half-lidded stare. My captor and husband ruling his realm, while my heart raced with adrenaline and anger. “Moya Roza” “Don’t you fucking Moya roza me,” I hissed. “Am I your goddamn prisoner or what?” “You’re my wife.” “Fuck the wife shit,” I growled. “A wife apparently can be a lifelong sentence too. Am I your goddamn prisoner?” The anger felt heavy in the air, dancing between us like poison. “Ana.” One word, spoken in a soft tone, but underlined with the slightest clench of his teeth.

I was his legal wife, the owner of 50% of his corporate voting blocks, but behind these closed doors, the terms of my captivity were still etched into the metal against my skin. Ares stepped into my personal space, his massive chest brushing against the front of my blazer. He reached out, his hand wrapping firmly around the silver collar, his thumb pressing hard against my pulse point. The intense, obsessive hunger in his eyes was a palpable force that made my breath catch in my throat. "You are my wife now," he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, sending a violent shiver down my spine. "The courts cannot touch you. Your father cannot reclaim you. But do not forget the debt tha

Tell me what you’re hiding! She tried to stutter out a denial, her mind racing, trying to find a way out, to find the words that would soothe the beast. “I... I don’t know what you’re talking about! You forcefully got married to me, remember? You dragged me into this! I’m your wife! Your captive! You made me this! You think I wanted this life? You think I wanted to be here? You’re the one with the secrets, Hades! You’re the one who kidnapped me!”

CHIARA I shake my head a bit to shut out the "love" thought. I and this man still have a lot to talk about. "Hold up mister. You kidnapped me, you drugged me, you raped me, you chained me up and locked me up in your dungeon and you fucking drank from my blood!! And you are calling me yours? I don't belong to you!" "You don't belong to me, you belong with me." I ignore his words and get up from the bed to start pacing.

Master Damien stepped into the room and glanced at the woman who was tied to a poll, Such a disgrace that her stupid husband went against his words. His stupidity landed his wife in his mess; badly enough, he would never grant a second chance as he believed that once a traitor would always remain a traitor. "Strip her" his cold voice thundered and a guard walked up to her yanking off her dress. The woman shivered as hot tears trickled down her cheeks. What has her husband done to upset the master" she thought? "Your husband dared go against my order and freed my captives" he roared and she shivered almost peeing on herself.

" Yes, you don't consider me as your wife, if you had considered me then you would have given me little liberty. Why I am caged in here? at least I can go outside this building to roam in the garden or other floors of this building but no. I am ought to live in here like a prisoner! even though I am the wife of this building's owner but have to live here like a prisoner. I don't like the look which your helpers pass to me, I don't want them to pity me. I am mistress of this house and I want my place here like I deserve after being your wife. Why I can't talk to my family? why we are still stranger? you know everything about me but for me, It is a distant thing to know about you. When I even

Rephrase; Vladimir’s voice rather, overrunning the simple moment I had to think about my miserable life. He never fails to whack me on any given opportunity. I draw in a deep breath as I slowly bring my mind back to reality. My lashes rise, halting as I stare at him. I wear a crown now, so I won’t let him ride my life so much without using my force. I’m not one of the maidens who will keep mute even with a crown over their head. “Why are you holding me captive? I’m newly married and meant to be with my husband.”