Novel & Cerita The Captive Bride

Defiant, beautiful, and now a target painted in bright red by both the Rossis and quite possibly her own father. Inside the villa, Elena tried to lose herself in the art studio Enzo had prepared for her. The scent of oil paint and turpentine filled the sunlit room, but her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Every distant engine sound made her flinch. She was no longer just a kidnapped bride. She was a symbol. A trophy. A traitor in the eyes of two powerful families. The first explosion came without warning. The ground trembled violently. Glass rattled in the windows. Elena dropped her brush, crimson paint splattering across the floor like fresh blood. Alarms blared throughout the villa.

Mustafa who is now with Zoe wants to live a new life again after going through hell in his marriage with Cassie but with the children they have standing in the way, how does he function properly as the husband to Zoe and as a father to the children he has with Cassie? Cassie is left to deal with the misery, trying to patch all of the broken pieces together after so much has been ruined. Would she ever get a renewal of love and life itself when there's unprecedented polyandry standing in the way? Aren't you excited for this??? Ooh la la! Until next time, see you in The Captor, sequel to The Captive! One more thing, you can read The Captive on GoodNovel now and you can also purchase it on Okad

Intro: The Viking Bride tells the story of Brynja, a fiercely independent woman, and Ulfrik, a brutal yet enigmatic Viking chieftain. After her village is raided, Brynja is taken as Ulfrik's captive and declared his bride, her life irrevocably changed by the warlord's claim.

Marge says softly as she stared at her Bestfriend. "If you continue to defame her, you're doing the same with me too. You've forgotten that am from blue bridge too infact half of the ladies here are from blue bridge, we were taken and stolen from our homes thinking we were going to die but at the last minute we found out we weren't meeting death but getting to meet our soulmates"Jessica says..

Pierre said as he stroked my bare shoulder affectionately, “but that’s to be expected. She was a virgin bride, after all.” “Ah… yes,” Luthias said with a slow nod as he stood looking at the window and inspected something in the courtyard below. “A virgin bride who was widowed on her wedding night.” “Was it on her wedding night?” Pierre asked with surprise. “I was under the impression it was a few days later. “Yes, yes,” Luthias said impatiently, “while attempting to recover her from her captors.” “What captors?” Pierre looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. “You did not run away from him on your wedding night and he followed to fetch you?” he asked.

On our wedding anniversary, Eugene tied me up on the rooftop of an unfinished building. He sat calmly before me, playing a video with deliberate slowness. In the video, my father knelt repeatedly, begging Eugene for my sake. My eyes burned with rage, but Eugene kicked me violently, snapping, "Do you feel distressed seeing your father like this? But how can it compare to even a fraction of the sorrow I felt when I lost Megan?" The sudden pain caused me to arch my back, and darkness clouded my vision, almost sending me into unconsciousness, yet I was powerless to scream.

In fact, at a point he set a date for the wedding, and we did have a wedding, but guess what? Yes, you guessed it right, that woman kidnapped me. She had been acting all innocent all her life, and she acted like she had nothing against me, but she kidnapped me on my wedding day, the day I was supposed to finally get married to my husband. Everyone looks at me like I am the evil one here; nobody questions her when she drugged me and drove me all the way down to Avalor to give as a sacrifice to Damien!

My friend was already dead so I should be grateful for their help. "THE BRIDE PLEASE "the priest announced . The choirs began to sing the bride music,the whole congregation stood up to welcome her ,the door which had been closed up after my arrival was opened and the so called bride walked in dressed in a sea blue sparkling dress ,her face was covered with a veil so I couldn't see how ugly she looked . She had five bride maids tailing behind her and they were disturbingly the maids I had raped ,next to her was a woman I had never seen before ,she was bringing her to the stage ,does that mean she doesn't have a father ,how unfortunate .

“The elder's words, Elder Caldren, were wrong, that was for sure. His contempt for royalty was as clear as day. On normal days, he would be punished but…” It was one of the women who had been silent from the beginning, greying brown hair cut short to her chin, a round face and thin lips. But she hadn’t yet landed when a chilling voice announced, “The peak is near” Blonde hair packed in a tight bun, lips pursed, her face blank like an unpainted wall—following her words like a silent command—I looked up along with the elders. Like the other building where we held the mating ceremony, the center of the building was wide open.

No cheers. Only silence. Emereah stood beside him like a ghost bride. Within, Alexandria might sense a change in the air. Not within the throng, not in the magic—but in Emereah. A spark. A flutter. A flash when her eyes had blinked and blazed… like— A spark. But it vanished instantly. The spell remained in place. The ceremony concluded. The crowd dispersed under guards’ orders. The nobles were ushered into the halls. The torches dimmed. The sky turned ink black. And in the silence of victory, Vladimir leaned toward his new bride, brushing a kiss over her knuckles.