Romance Novels With Captive Heroine Novels & Stories

I didn't know if I would ever see him again. Hours passed, and the van finally came to a stop. My hands were tied, and I was dragged out of the van and thrown into a room. My captors were silent as they locked the door behind me, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I was terrified, but I refused to give up. I had to find a way out, no matter what it took. Days turned into weeks, and I was still trapped. I had no idea where I was or who had taken me, but I knew that I couldn't give up hope.

He saw not only Nathaniel loved Delilah but Delilah was also a faithful wife to Nathaniel. She won't betray him. “Zayn abducted her,” said Carlos, making Nathaniel clench his fist. Carlos saw it, expecting the same. “What else should I know?” asked Nathaniel, keeping his eyes set on Carlos. He had faith in Carlos that he wouldn't have sat idle while he was unconscious. “Zayn is crazy after. . . our queen. He wants to marry her after keeping her hostage. Tomorrow is the day set by him,” that was all Carlos could say, and everything that he informed Nathaniel, he only searched for appropriate words to form the sentences.

" He nervously replied while one of the captors was tied up sitting on the stairs with a defeated look. All this while, I looked with the corner of my eyes, Rainora nervously adjusted her dress hurriedly. Her cheeks became flushed by turning red. I signaled to Gerald to take the burly man upstairs so she could have some privacy. I glanced at her quickly with a soft demeanor." I'm going upstairs to question the captor, I promise I won't be long." I gently tapped her on her forearm. She nodded in agreement as I rushed through the stairs. I didn't like her staying a second longer in that basement, but I have to do something very unruly to get information out of him.

The air here smells like cedar and leather—familiar and steady, unlike everything else in my life right now. Desmund’s voice lingers in my mind. “You’ll be in good hands with a fine man like Zachary.” I let out a bitter laugh. He’s no different from the rest—always playing games, always pulling strings. Sending Catarina here wasn’t a casual decision. It’s a move to tie me closer to him. I sit on the edge of the bed and rub a hand over my face. Catarina... She doesn’t seem thrilled about this arrangement either. She’s reserved, sharp, and clearly aware of her father’s tactics. A pawn, just like me.

Book 5 features new characters and storylines, all centered around dark romance and forced marriage to the merciless Mafia. *** I was taken by the enemy, kidnapped by a monster. A ruthless Bratva leader, decades older, claims me as his rightful prize. Forced to wear his ring, our sham marriage seals my fate. I’m an innocent, untouched, and now his captive bride. Bound to his will, my freedom is a distant memory. He’s the darkness that haunts my every waking moment.

But that didn’t happen, my world stopped spinning when I got the glimpse of Antonio’s back covered in blood and everything didn’t fly apart, everything froze and my world seemed to sink underneath, making me believe this was what hell feels like as I closed my eyes. . -THE END- Thank you for reading CAGED— A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance. And special thanks for all your support and comments! Erica and Antonio’s story will continue in the next instalment of this book. And don’t worry you wouldn’t have to wait long, you can already add the next book from my profile. Trapped Forever— A Dark and Twisted Happily Ever After.

My vision darkened, "Wh…" “I want to be free. Free from him. Free from your brother and free from…” her breath hitched, her gaze met mine. Her throat bobbed, her toes curled over. She closed her eyes as though trying to push back some thoughts she never wants to recall, "I want to be free from you, Valentine,” She said with her eyes closed. My chest folded. "Free from me? Why?” I asked, a surge of anger raged through my veins. "Valentine, I am not your captive. You have helped me and I'm truly grateful,” She uttered, gaze matching mine.

“Now? You clean me up with your tongue on my cock, licking every drop.” He hesitated, then crawled forward, his mouth opening obediently. As he sucked softly, swirling his tongue, I stroked his hair possessively, not gently at all. David's words from the cage echoed faintly in my head. Non-virgins were safer? Bullshit. Ronan was prime meat, drawing in wolves. But I'd chain him to my bed if I had to. There was no going to be any auction and no sale, but just me, ruining him night after night.

The longer I looked, the more the last few months felt like a dream I still hadn’t woken from. I remembered the night he took me, storming my engagement gala, the cold barrel of a gun against my Alexei’s temple by his men, Dante’s arm around my waist like iron as he dragged me out. From captor and captive, enemy. And now? Now he held my hand like it was something precious. Now he burned empires to keep me safe. Now he looked at me like I was the only thing in his world worth protecting. I’d never believed someone like Dante, ruthless, scarred, forged in violence, was capable of love. Not real love. Not the kind that listened, that stayed, that planned quiet trips to places I’d only seen in m

"Oh, and make sure they're bound." Two armed men appeared and began unlocking the cages, hauling the females to their feet like cattle. I had to think quickly; I had to get out of this hellhole, and I was not going to be sold to some fucking stranger. I had already bound myself before they did; one reached out, but I stepped away. "Touch me and I swear to God—" His slap was fast, piercing my lip and dropping me to my knees. At that moment, I saw stars, hopeless stars.