Kidnapped On My Wedding Day

known. Nadine's heart thudded in her chest, her body trembling with shock and disbelief. She had been ya

of what had just happened. Rafael Sinclair-of all people-had taken her. The man who was rumored to hold the pow

int hum of the engine as they sped down an unfamiliar road. Rafael sat across from her, his cold eyes fixed

swirl of confusion and rage. "What do you wa

"What I want... is for you to stop asking questions and a

ever been one to feel powerless, but now, sitting in the back of this dark,

forward slightly, his gaze never leaving her. "You're not in a pos

cape, yet she knew it was futile. This man was not someone who could be reasoned wit

r eyes. "You think you're being punished, but you're not.

in crawl. She didn't belong to anyone-not him, no

wasn't just terrified-she was angry. Angry that someone could take her life from her so

red fiercely. "Y

permission, Nadine. I never did." His voice was low, an undercurrent of something dangerous laci

ou talking about?" She was shaking now, though she tried her

seat, eyes never leaving her. "You've been chosen long before today. But now that

e, her decisions, were all being dictated by this man who seemed to have so many secrets. Se

emanded. "Why n

ing in those depths-something ancient, something that spoke of wealth, power, and, perhaps... o

sparse as they entered a more isolated area. Nadine's pulse quic

ing?" she asked,

hrough the night sky like a dark fortress. The gates loomed ahead, and as they passed through them, Nadine's heart ski

e sheer scale of the building before her. It was nothing less than a palace-gothic in its design, its

adine," Rafael said sof

Her heart raced as she realized, with a sinki