Kidnapped On My Wedding Day

er. The towering mansion before her looked like something from a nightmare-a fortress that seemed to pulse with the energy of the man who controlled

t of her emotions. How had everything gone so wrong? She had been mere moments away from marrying the man she thought she loved-Eric, the man who had promised her a life f

nvenience to him. His presence was suffocating, the air around him thick with authority. Nadine's heart hammered in h

mmered in the dim light. The floors were polished marble, and the walls were adorned with portraits of stern-faced ancest

manded, his voice sharp, cutting throug

side, guiding her through the sprawling halls, their grip on her arms firm and unyielding. She didn't resist; she couldn't. She ha

raries filled with ancient books, drawing rooms with plush velvet furniture, and dining ha

sh reality of Rafael's world. A massive four-poster bed sat at the center, its dark wood carved with intricate designs that almost seemed like a warn

hat it made the walls feel even closer. "This will be your r

eality of the situation kept her grounded. Her mind spun as she tried to make sense of the chaos, but not

ice trembling but defiant. "You can't

doorframe, his gaze calculating, studying her as if she were a puzzle to be solved. "You ca

"Safe from what? What do you want from me, Raf

ought she saw something other than coldness in his eyes-somethin

th dark promise. "You will learn to accept what is happeni

once strong will. He was toying with her-controlling her every thought, every action. She had to break free, had to find a way out, but deep down, she knew that was eas

his footsteps echoing in the silence of the room. He paused just

d, clothing, whatever comforts you desire. But rememb

of fear and fury, and for the first time since this nightmare began, she felt completely powerless. But as the cold

is man break her. N

oser, Nadine made a vow to herself: she would escape. She wo