On his death bed my father had one wish, or two in my perspective. First that i try to live a peaceful life, one he couldn't ever dream of. Second to marry the son of his partner. As the first could only be achieved by the actualisation of the second. He wanted me to wash my hands clean of the mafia, he hadn't raised me to even pick a gun. He wanted a man who would protect me but would have me locked up behind him always. I hadn't even met my future husband but i walk down the aisle at the ripe age of twenty to be tied to a man i knew nothing of

*COMPLETE* [𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓] A Dark Captive Romance 🔪 ❤︎ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐈 (Masked Lovers Series #2) he reached out and cupped my chin, tilting my head upward until our faces were even closer. "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice dark and possessive. "Completely and utterly." My Monster. My Captor. He watches me. Controls me. Plays with me. I thought I understood darkness-until he showed me how deep it really goes. I was just a normal nineteen-year-old: college, friends, parties. Then, in an instant, it was all ripped away. Kidnapped by strangers. Handed over to him. The man in the mask. They gave me to him like a gift. Now, I'm his. He doesn't just want my body-he wants my soul. He calls me his pet. He wants to break me, reshape me, claim me completely. I try to fight. But resisting only makes it worse. I hate him. I hate what he's doing to me. And yet... I crave him. The darkness is consuming me, warping me into something I don't recognize. But it doesn't matter anymore. Because I'm his. Totally. Irrevocably.