Kidnapped Romance Novels & Stories

Again, only something that happened in romance novels, especially those by Stacey Espino. "Romantic?" Joel sputtered. With a shove, he heaved Fernando off the log and took his place, his thigh pressing against hers in a most distracting manner. "There is nothing sexy about a stranger kidnapping you and forcing you to go through a strange ritual where he makes you his mate for life and seduces you whether you like it or not." When put like that, it sounded bad, but she wouldn't let him ruin the fantasy she'd entertained while writing her dissertation. "I could handle it if he treated me nice."

She added, giving me a pleading look. I quickly caught up with where this was headed. I pulled back so she could talk properly. “What's his name?” She beamed. “Roman Kane. We met at a club. I’ve gone out with him a couple of times.” I gasped dramatically, excitement bubbling up despite everything. She deserved this. Something good. “He’s kind,” She added, practically glowing. “and really good looking.” Her eyes sparkled like she had swallowed stardust. “You have fallen for him,” I nudged her.

Hence, Ashton and Mallory's romance was a sensational topic in the industry. However, just before their wedding, our rivals in the business world could not resist stirring up trouble. That was when they kidnapped Mallory. As fate would have it, I was with her that day, helping her pick out her wedding dress. As a result, I was taken along with her. The kidnappers delivered Mallory to the heir of Regensburg's mafia. Meanwhile, I was locked in a dark, tiny room without food and water for three grueling days. I didn't even manage to get a wink of sleep during that period.

His face was a masterpiece of sharp angles, but it was his eyes that held me captive—cold golden eyes, and entirely devoid of mercy. “You’re mine now,” he said flatly, as if he were stating a fact as simple as the weather. “Please,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “I don’t know how I got here. I was kidnapped! This is a mistake. Just let me go. I’ll do anything.” He raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting from bored to mildly amused. “A mistake? That’s cute.” “I’m serious,” I said, my voice breaking. “I don’t belong here. Please.”

"No, I'm not, I would never…I'm engaged!" I thrust my left hand out from under the sheet, showing him the ring. The modest diamond that Michael had saved for six months to buy. The ring I'd said yes to three months ago, crying happy tears in his arms. The ring that now felt like it was burning my finger. Darian stared at my hand. "The hotel told me…" he started. "I don't care what they told you!" I was screaming now, my voice breaking into pieces. "I didn't…I wouldn't, you…"

Between us stood Jude Morrow, my fiancé of five years, the man who had promised me forever just three months ago when he slipped that diamond ring onto my finger. In a heartbeat, a response came. "Cassidy. I'll save Cassidy." A small laugh rippled through me, bitter and sharp. It clawed its way up my throat before I could stop it. This man was my fiancé, yet he chose to save another woman. I had been kidnapped alongside my fiancé's best friend, Cassidy Monroe, and something about their relationship had always been off-putting to me, but I never questioned it. I was stupidly blinded by love.

“You done yelling yet?” “No. This is kidnapping. People go to prison for this shit, Jax.” He finally dropped her wrists but didn’t step back. She rubbed her arms, glaring up at him. He was bigger up close than she remembered from the shop—broad shoulders, ink crawling up his neck, that scar on his jaw she always wondered about. “You heard what I said outside,” he told her. “Sixty days. You’re mine till then. That means a few rules.” “Rules?” She scoffed and crossed her arms tight over her chest. “Fuck your rules. Take me home.”

I suppose that she felt entitled because Will had sent her out to pick me up some things. I had been a little surprised at what she had returned with. The panties and bras were sexy as hell and the nightgown sheer silk. But once I touched it, I knew that I wouldn’t be asking her to return anything. The fabrics were so soft and comfortable that I knew they had to cost a fortune. I wasn’t used to such luxuries and if this was one of the perks of being kidnapped, I would gladly accept it.

Lies, obsession, and forbidden love blur the lines between loyalty and betrayal, leaving them tangled in a web where survival demands the ultimate sacrifice. This is a twisted, dark MMF mafia romance where love is savage, hate burns deep, and survival comes at a deadly cost. TROPES: MAFIA Amnesia Enemies to Lover MM/MFM Revenge Forced Marriage ______ CAGED- A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTÎVE ROMANCE SYNOPSIS ERICA Kidnapped. Sold. Caged. I should’ve known. But with the monster I was familiar with locked in a mental asylum I stopped looking over my shoulder. And that’s when the real monster in a Armani suit, with beautiful face and a dark accent decided to haunt my dreams and every waking moment.

She jumped when a full-figured maid with red curls that escaped her cap bustled through the doorway and started to draw a bath. Soon Emily was ducking under the hot surface of the bathwater. The maid, Libba, was shy to talk at first, but Emily had a talent for earning trust. She listened with excitement to Emily's description of her abduction. "How romantic!" Libba sighed, lashes fluttering. Emily only laughed. "Romantic? I've been abducted! It was dreadful for all those men to manhandle me like a misbehaving child."