Kidnapped On My Wedding Day

ded cage was another chance for Rafael to tighten his grip on her, and she couldn't allow it. The meal she'd reluctantly eaten barely touched her, the opulenc

The house, the servants, even the silence in the halls-it all spoke of one thing: Rafael Sinclair was a man who left nothing to chance. She had to u

aintings, the furniture upholstered in velvet, the large fireplace crackling softly as it bathed the room in warm, flicker

on, unaware of the silent war that had begun in this house. The moonlight glinted off the dark water of the nearby lake, and for a fleetin

ld bring her closer to the heart of the monster that Rafael Sinclair was. She had heard the whispers-the ruthless mafia leader who ruled

never truly alone. There were eyes everywhere. Even when Rafael wasn'

aping into her throat. There was no mistaking those heavy, confident steps-Rafael. But befo

is voice cold. "Rafael request

dy reacted to the command like a reflex. It was not a

were steady, but inside, she was shaking. This was it-the moment when she had to f

sure. The long corridors stretched out before her, the sound of her heels clicking against the marble floors a reminder

he air, and the large desk in the center was meticulously organized. Rafael stood near the window, his back to her, his posture so

urn. He simply spoke, his voi

posite his desk and sat down, folding her hands neatly in her lap. She kept her gaze fixed on the desk,

g else lurking behind it-a challenge, a curiosity. As if he were studying her, trying t

he said, his voice still soft

ny weakness. "Comfortable?" she repeated, her voic

, you say?" He stepped toward her slowly, his every movement deliberate, like

but she kept her gaze locked with h

d, his voice now a low whisper, almost intimate. "You're wron

but she refused to let it show. "I don't need to underst

ou will leave when I decide it's time for you to leave," he said, hi

stration, but she held herse

happens when you refuse me." He leaned in closer, his breath

ry move she made would determine whether she survived it. She couldn't afford to be weak. She

el was right about one thing-she didn't understand the ful

win. She had n

esk, Nadine's resolve hardened. The fight was far fro