Romance Novels With Captive Heroine นิยาย & เรื่องราว

These anti heroes are way darker than Ryan Johnson: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance. Bride To Be. Twisted Marriage.

he said and hurriedly walked away, leaving only Athena, who was stunned and asked him to explain. She muttered to herself and then climbed the ladder. But unbeknownst to both of them, one of Raphael's concubines was standing at the corner as she watched what just happened. She gripped her hand in a fist, knowing that Raphael would fall in love with her. It was more than obvious. She could remember Raphael's favorite concubine, Bianca. He used so much strictness on her that he got to like her. But something about Athena's own was different. It seemed as if they were bonded together at the same time, so distanced from each other.

I open to the first page, and the handwriting makes my heart stop. It's mine. My handwriting. My words. January 15th. I married Damien Cross yesterday on New Year's Eve. Everyone says I'm the luckiest woman in the world. So why do I feel like I just made the worst mistake of my life? I sink to the floor, the journal clutched in my hands, and start reading. The early entries are conflicted, showing a woman who loved a man but feared him in equal measure. Ava, the woman I was, wrote about Damien's charm and his coldness, his generosity and his control. She wrote about feeling trapped even in the early days of their marriage, about wondering if the man she fell in love with ever really existed.

They moved me again. The ropes dug deeper into my wrists as they dragged me down another set of unfamiliar corridors. The air was different here…colder, heavier, smelling faintly of damp stone and gun oil. Another compound. Another cage. They shoved me into a chair, the light above swaying in lazy arcs. Marcello was already there, perched casually on the edge of a desk like a king waiting for his entertainment. “You travel well, Lena,” he mocked, eyeing the bruises on my arms. “Maybe captivity suits you after all. Quiet. Controlled. That stubborn spark of yours looks dimmer every day.”

Her eyes widened, "What?! Oh. That's... Some love story." "I know what you must be thinking, but I didn't fall for him because he's my captive. I fell for him once I started getting to know him better. At first he terrified me." "I'm not judging. Sometimes the most unconventional romances turn out to be the best," she smiled slightly, "We were forced together in an attempt to call a truce between the families. At first I hated his guts, I couldn't stand him. But, much like you, I fell in love with him after a while. But as you know, it was one sided. He was miserable with me."

He was a caged beast, forced to endure the indignity of his confinement, his formidable power rendered useless by the whims of his new master. Despite their past animosity, despite the fact that he had been her captor, her unwilling companion on a perilous journey, Violet felt a pang of something akin to sympathy, a recognition of shared oppression. They were both pawns in Aurora’s ruthless game, both trapped within the opulent prison of the Romano estate.

The shy, innocent smile, the glow of her rich, brown skin, the fullness of her lips, the honesty of her eyes he had been hers before he had even met the woman. Like an idiot, he had pined for the untouchable woman from the photograph. He had personally beaten Aiden for presuming to sell such a goddess, taking pleasure in the other man's suffering. Then, his princess had walked through the door of his casino. Like the villain in the story, he had captured her and kept her locked in a tower. How could she love a man like him?

The dark, damp environment and nauseating smell made it clear this was where the Ricci family imprisoned and punished traitors. In the small interrogation room, Gianna was suspended in the center with her hands bound. Her eye sockets were swollen and bruised, the exposed skin on her body covered in wounds. On the floor was even a puddle of waste from losing control due to pain. "How to punish her is your decision," Fiorenzo whispered in my ear. "I think this is enough." Even though this woman had caused me irreversible harm, looking at her barely clinging to life, I did not know how to demand further retribution.

Then Dimitri's eyes caught something. Among all the chaos, there was a small figure that stood out. A girl, petite and delicate, with long dark hair that fell past her shoulders. She wasn't struggling. She wasn't crying or screaming like the others. Her hands were bound with rope, but she stood there quietly, her eyes fixed on Viktor with an expression Dimitri couldn't quite read. Dimitri's interest spiked immediately. "Bring her to me," he commanded, pointing at the girl. His men obeyed instantly, pulling her through the crowd of screaming captives. She didn't resist. She didn't look scared. She just walked forward like she was walking toward her own funeral.

"Me. Mate." I wasn't given time to process his words. The creature immediately grabbed onto the chains, breaking them from me. He freed my wrists but in turn grabbed me from the ground, carrying me bridal style, holding me captive in his arms. I pressed closer to him against my will, nuzzling my face into his soft fur, inhaling his magnificent scent with questions at the tip of my tongue. Who are you? Why do you like me? What does this mean?are we truly mates?