The Captive Bride Novels & Stories

“Miss Christine sure is delusional. Mr. Vincent is the Godfather of the Medici family. He’s worth billions. In New York, anyone with status treats him with the utmost respect.” “Isn’t he getting married to his fiancée in five days? And she’s saying he’s the love of her life? Does he even know who she is? Every Cinderella dreams of marrying into wealth, but not just anyone off the streets can be the Godfather’s woman.” I walked out of the hospital and, in a daze, got onto the subway. At that moment, my phone vibrated. When I checked it, I saw that Elena had sent several photos in a row. They were wedding photos of her and Vincent, taken in Central Park. The wedding dress she wore was the same

His voice was low, but I knew he was angry. "Not enough, Fiorenzo." I cut through the last strip of fabric as I spoke. When my body, covered in kiss marks, was exposed before everyone's eyes, chaos erupted in the room. "What is she doing?" The bride looked at Fiorenzo in horror. "Take Signorina Diamante away." His tone was calm but carried an oppressive weight. "Fiorenzo, these are the marks you left on me last night!" I struggled free from his men's grip.

The marriage contract wasn't an extraction; it was an acquisition to ensure Arthur never breaks. Every touch, every look, every single moment of intense, magnetic chemistry they had shared over the past few weeks had been a calculated layer of psychological warfare designed to make her submit to her own executioner. When the SUV finally came to a halt, the door was thrown open. She was dragged out by her upper arms, her legs barely catching the pavement as they marched her through the underground garage of the mansion. But they didn't take her up to the grand entrance. They didn't take her to the secondary study with the beautiful oak paneling and the velvet chairs.

"Lex, don't you think it's a little too late? When I was framed by Veronica, abandoned by you, and thrown out of my own home—where were you? "When I was cornered in that alley by thugs, almost ruined—where were you then? Oh, that's right. You were on a luxury yacht, keeping Veronica company on a little romantic getaway. "If that's love, then it's filthy beyond words. Your love is cheap and laughable. And besides—I'm already married. My husband wouldn't appreciate seeing another man kneeling in front of his bride." "No! I didn't know how much you suffered—I was just manipulated! Catherine, please, let's start over!"

It is groom of honour's right and also the law of marriage to take the bride. Royalty won't call it rape or assault, they will name it rights. Genelia's mind wandered around a lot of things. Master had the power of making her restless even when not being around... "We will be leaving before noon, master ordered to get you ready madam!" One of the servers of Garcia's lining up in the bridal chamber then decided to speak witnessing the paused bride standing, lost in her thoughts. They guessed the meaning of her state right and decided to unfurled the mystery and end her curiosity.

“Later, my grandfather came and knelt in front of my brother to threaten him with his life. Only then did my brother somewhat yield and was willing to substitute the ghost bride for another bride during the formal wedding.” Rose was astonished and petrified. Seven years ago, the plan she had hatched for Jay was still vivid in her mind. “I’m truly sorry, Sir Ares. Your bride had run into an accident and she might not be able to fulfill her bridal duty today.” Jay glanced at her, almost without any hesitation. “It doesn’t matter, you’ll do. Put on the veil and remember that you’re not allowed to lift it during the wedding.” She put her veil on and realized that it was made of a unique material

I was not intimated by their threats. "You better be careful here Jade or whatever it is they call you. Do not think so highly of yourself because you got married to the capo. Fortunes change. Today you might be the wife of the capo and tomorrow you might be a slave" Aurora gave a sadistic smile at me. What the fuck! What the hell is even a capo?! "Fuck you both. Get out of my sight and I do not need your freaking gifts!" I threw it back at their faces.

Kabir's heart raced, torn between the thrill of the occasion and the yearning to glimpse the one As the bride drew closer, Kabir's fingers tightened on the arms of his wheelchair, his breath catching in his throat. The moment of revelation was imminent, the veil about to be lifted, and Kabir's heart beat with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. Little did he know that the woman he had cherished in his heart was the very one who was stepping towards the altar, poised to become a part of his brother's life in ways he could never have imagined.

Our terms were virgins only, choice of the bride, help for the village in lean years, and no killing of humans unless they breached the contract. They had little choice but to accept; we made sure of that. A young female was sacrificed and we flew away lighter of heart. During the next twenty-five years, it was hard to hide our jealousy after Laryn and his first bride fell in love. The urge to steal her began sneaking into my and Bastian's thoughts. Sarn's bride went crazy and was subdued at all times for her own safety. It didn't stop Sarn from caring for her even when it would have been better to let her jump from a tower like Bastian's bride.

Delilah's mind was spinning, her thoughts a chaotic blur of fear and anger. The cold metal of Vincent’s gun pressed against her skin, and the horror of the situation sank in fully. She had fought so hard to stop this wedding, yet nothing had prepared her for this kind of obstacle—a twisted takeover of her life. A strange, dangerous man had claimed her as his bride, and now she was staring down a fate she could never have imagined. Marco’s entire body screamed with frustration, his muscles tense as he watched helplessly.