I Am His Captive Wife Novels & Stories

“Here its tradition to kidnap the wife. You are lucky that you ended up with Capo. The less powerful men here are the trahiest human ever exist. Capo isn’t that bad of a human considering his rank so you lucked out. Plus, I heard he is big and knows how to fuck his women. Not only you will rule ‘the croce’ alongside him, you have the most authority in this mansion after capo, and your sex life is blessed.” The girls' excited shouts filled the room, but to my ears, they were a deafening, hollow sound. It was as if they hadn't heard a word I'd said—that this whole charade was against my will. Not that they could do anything about it, of course. That's probably why they were trying so desperate

He often gave me passionate, lingering gazes, and each time, I thought he might give in, but he managed to restrain himself. I worried that if he continued to hold back, he might not be able to resist anymore. After all, this situation was linked to the happiness of the rest of my life, so I decided to take the initiative! I prepared thoroughly, lit some scented candles, put on some sheer clothing, and lay in bed as if I were a concubine awaiting her emperor. I was already well-versed in attending to Sean's needs; I knew every one of his triggers, and I was sure that tonight would be a sizzling one.

He approached her and took her hand, she was going to shrug his hand away when he held it tightly. “You will not walk away from me anymore, Karina. You are my wife now. I want to love you and I want you to love me to. I’m doing my best to be a gentleman for you, so don’t cross your limit.” He warned her. Karina bit her own lips and the moment her hand was released, she walked out of the room. Eden followed her from behind and the two of them eventually arrived in the dining room. Eden pulled the chair for her and she sat down.

“You know my brother didn’t kill yours. Why why can’t you let me go?” Silence folds over us like a heavy curtain. He watches me as if I were an experiment that has begun producing interesting results. His face gives nothing away. Then he steps closer, and the light in the room leans with him, sharpening the planes of his cheek, throwing his eyes into shadow. “I can’t free you,” he says. The voice is a blade gone dull. “You are my wife now. You are Isabella Vercetti. Nothing changes that. The sooner you accept it, the easier it will be.”

CHAPTER 5:WILLPOWER. *SOPHIA* "You've been mine a long time ago... I was just too hesitant to do something about it but I'm telling you now....you have to agree to those three months of being my wife and I can assure you that after those months,you won't want to go anywhere.If you still don't agree to that...then I won't go ahead with the marriage stuff... I'm going to take you captive" I don't know what to say.

Sofia Constantinovich, I'm Mrs Sofia Nicolas Costello. The name which used to arise butterflies in my heart, is the matter of my pure disgust. I despise him, I hate him. He betrayed me, he married me and now I'm his captive, reason still unknown to me.. Every night I wait for another torture he planned to give me. Every night I pray to God, make me dead, but God has his own cruel ways, he wants another set of torments in my life. The other day of marriage I was compelled to come here, a completely deserted island, he owns.

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

His one arm wrapped around her body to keep her firmly in his grip. He moved his hand from her neck to her jaw and turned it aside. He leaned a little nearing her ear and whispered darkly, "But I already have you in my arms as my wife Mrs Aurora Liam Knight," he said, stressing his name after hers and took a long breath in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent and he smiled proudly.

"You are perfect to me, Katara. And I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, supporting you, and cherishing every moment we have together. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Katara's heart swelled with emotion as she looked into his eyes, feeling the weight of his love and commitment. In that moment, she knew that she wanted nothing more than to share her life with this incredible man who had come into her world and changed it so profoundly. With tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Sean. Yes, I will marry you."

He roars and Natalia flinches with a whimper. “I am sorry.” Natalie says, inching further away from Noah as he, in turn, makes his way even closer to her. “And that cannot change anything, can it?” He asks with a cruel smile. “I cannot come back home to peace and quiet. It’s always you, you disobedient wife. It either you never know what to do, or you never know how to do things properly.” Noah shakes his head as he says so. “I thought you could be the perfect woman. The model wife. I am only trying to shape you into a better home keeper, but here you are, you ungrateful woman...” Noah continues to speak and Natalia is frightened by his tone of voice.