Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
That's how Emily Craven sees herself. Three months ago, she was kidnapped by her father’s enemy. She spends most of her days serving her captor, waiting for when he will finally kill her. She has no idea why she is still alive. Much to her shame, she is attracted to the man who took her.
Dom Wylde is a cruel man. There is one person he cannot stand, and it's Emily’s father. He will do whatever it takes to kill him. However, what Emily doesn’t know is he owed her mother a debt.
Emily’s father intended to sell her virginity to the highest bidder, and now it is up to him to keep her safe. At first, Emily is willing to do whatever it takes for her freedom. Dom wants her body, and she would gladly give it to him. What surprises Dom, is Emily is not all that she seems.
What starts as a game, soon changes as he … demands marriage. He will bring all of her forbidden desires to life, in return, she must be his wife. There is no alternative. Emily belongs to him.
But, there is still the threat of her father. Will he be able to keep her safe?
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Chapter One
Emily Craven didn’t want to die.
Fear crawled up her spine as it had many times these past few months since she had been taken. She didn’t know how long it had been, only that time had passed. The sun had set, come back up, and set again.
Not that her prison was a bad one. She was pretty sure prisons didn’t contain luxurious satin sheets, four-poster beds, and a vanity table complete with an assortment of luxury-brand cosmetics she wouldn’t dream of ever affording.
Her mother had warned her. If she tried to build a relationship with her father, it would only end in failure. How right her mother was.
And how depressing her situation had become, though it wasn’t that bad. She had gone from working in a café during the day and a bar at night, to serving one man—Dom Wylde.
She didn’t know a lot about him, other than rumors of him not being a very nice person, and a lot of other things. She knew he was her father’s enemy.
Nigel Craven was her father, and he was not a very patient man but also a hotheaded one. He was known for shooting first and asking questions later, and according to her mother, not very well-liked.
Dom, on the other hand, had the respect her father craved. She knew when his name was mentioned, men and women equally desired and feared him, and that was what her father wanted.
She was trying to get to know her father. Her parents had long ago divorced, but at one time, she was pretty sure she had loved her father. Her parents divorced when she was young, and she couldn’t exactly fill in the blanks. Her father sent her gifts, when he remembered. At least, she thought he had.
It was nearing three months now, and still no sign of her father. No ransom paid. She didn’t even know if Dom had asked for a ransom to be paid. All she knew was one moment, she was climbing into her car, and the next, she was waking up in her current prison room, and waiting on Dom Wylde. She knew it wasn’t a bad setup.
He didn’t make any demands of her, nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, he got her to sit with him after she had finished serving him. He demanded she spend time with him, so she ate with him.
And when he was done with his … whatever this was, he would send her to her room, until he needed her again.
It was driving her crazy, because each time she was called to him, she couldn’t help but wonder if this would be the last night or day of her life. She found it hard to focus.
All of her life, she’d been good—a good daughter, a good student, a good employee. She didn’t hurt people, nor was she mean to anyone. She tried her best at everything.
Now, she was trying to be a good kidnapped … person, or victim, or whatever the hell she was.
Once again, she descended the staircase and hoped after all this time she’d get over these feelings. But alas, no. She was still freaking scared. Still upset. Still worried that when she walked into the dining room, he was going to kill her. She didn’t want to die. She had plans.
Not that they were very good plans, or even enlightening. She wanted to meet someone, fall in love, have a family. One day, she hoped to be a mother. As an only child, she spent a lot of time thinking about having a brother or sister. That was why she wanted a dozen kids, or at least four. She didn’t care if they were boys or girls, she just wanted them to be healthy.
Also, she hoped to one day get a dog or two. She wasn’t too fond of cats, but she adored dogs. Loved them.
She knew some people thought her wish for the future was lame and not very modern. Being a wife and a mother was nothing to scorn or to look down on. It was what she hoped for.
Her mother told her to aim higher. She wanted to do everything right. But she had no way of doing any of that while she was trapped in this prison … although a very nice prison. Dom’s home was massive and full of every luxury, including a pool, not that she had used it.
She didn’t make any demands. She hadn’t even begged him to let her live. Some people would think she was lame or a doormat. She wasn’t sure which she would be, probably a lame doormat, because that was exactly how she felt. She was a lame doormat. If she died here, that would be on her headstone.
Stepping into the dining room, she spotted Dom. He was sitting at the head of the table, as usual. This was another little problem, and she wished there was something to hate about him.