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Trapped in the Crime Lord's Obsession

Chapter 3 Taken against my Will

Word Count: 1051 | Released on: 04/12/2024

a's

prepared for me in his mansion, but it

his own blood, haunted me. What about my sister? My m

en me against my will, my so-called "savior." He was nothing but

he door jolted me

e, it swung open, and two young m

brought breakfast. Master requests that you put this

demands. Why should I even thin

rried glances, bu

soner, and I won't be treated like one. I won't we

ored it, my eyes locked on the second maid as she

gant and extravagant, clearly

is," the second maid said, h

the wedding,"

I hissed, "Go tell your fucking master that I am not his fucking

utburst, their eyes wide w

desperation. "I'm not playing his stupid game. I

on't want your pity or your damn food. You can't force me to wear t

away slowly, leaving the gown

I wouldn't let this man break me. I would f

wearing a fitted black shirt and matching trou

iscent of Captain America. The sight of him stirred

st. "I'm not afraid of you," I said quietly, my voice steady, though it reve

ee you're still full of fire. I like that." His voice was smooth, almos

that threatened to betray me. I had to keep my com

me. " You're delusional if you think I'd ever willingly m

from his face. "Watch what you say. I don't want to have to f

uckle. But I fought it back, pushing it down, focusing

ing darker, and for a moment

nd I held my breath, bracing mys

a folded piece of paper. Leaning closer, he hand

at the image-it was a picture of my m

s. "I suppose the woman in this picture is y

in, a cold dread wrapping around my heart. How cou

decide. Meet me downstairs when you're ready. But remember thi

ened the door, leaving me alone with my

Autho

door clicked shut behind the man,

into the

m his spot on a leather armchair

d man greeted, rising f

ous about this? Why marry her? She's not wor

his brow. "The tattoo on her arm belongs to a very powe

of the revelation settling in. "That's a bi

background check on her. DNA test, anything tha

Chapter End

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“He snapped his fingers, drawing my attention as he pulled out a thick document from his bag. With a calculated flick of his wrist, he opened it, revealing page after page of official-looking text. "This," he said, voice dripping with finality, "is the marriage contract. And you're going to sign it." He tossed it in my direction, a pen rolling alongside it. "This is the price of your freedom, your life and your mother's. I want you, Completely. And once you sign, you're mine and mine alone." I stared down at the contract, a wave of defiance bubbling up in me. I turned back to him, meeting his gaze head-on. "I never asked for your help," I said, "I would've found a way to save my mother on my own. You may think you own me, but I'd rather die than marry you." I turned away, my eyes drifting to the window, wishing for any way out. A slow smile crept across his face, a smug, knowing look that sent a chill down my spine. He knew exactly what I was thinking, as if my resistance only entertained him. "Look at me," he commanded. I reluctantly turned back, locking eyes with him. His face had shifted, his expression darkened, and for the first time, true fury was etched in his eyes. "I'll count to ten," he said, his voice like steel. "If that contract isn't signed by the time I reach ten, I'll make the same call I made to pay those bills. Only this time, the instructions will be different. Your mother... your sister...they'll both be gone." He took a breath, settling back as if the threat were a mere matter of routine. "So... ONE!!" I swallowed hard, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Could he be bluffing? No, I'd seen him kill before, seen how casually he turned life and death into sports. He wouldn't hesitate. "FOUR," he counted, voice cold, unwavering. My hands started to shake. What could I do? If I signed, I'd be bound to him forever, trapped as his wife. But if I didn't... my mother and sister's lives hung in the balance. "SEVEN." I closed my eyes, fighting the panic rising in my chest. He wouldn't do it, I told myself. He couldn't be that monstrous. But even as I thought it, the doubt crept in. I wasn't sure. Then, he hit "TEN" himself.”