How To Cope If My Husband Kidnapped Me After Our Wedding?

"I've been looking forward to this for so long..." Under the cloak of night, I had little choice but to suffer his advances. The advances of my husband. After a night of overindulgence, where I was barely in control of my senses, I slept with him, and things snowballed from there. I had no choice but to marry him and let this stone-broke man come and mooch off my wealth. I made sure to let him see my resentment; I insulted him, belittled him, took out each and every frustration on him. But he never lost his cool. He just sat there and took it, like a meek little lamb. That is, until I started to fall for him. That's when he said he wanted a divorce. Suddenly, my meek little lamb had turned into a snarling wolf. Overnight, my family fortune evaporated, while he had been secretly building his own. Out of nowhere, I was forced to rely on the very man I had looked down on with such contempt.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked, unable to stop my tears from falling. “This isn’t you. This isn’t the man I fell for. Rhys… I truly loved you.” “The person you fell for was a boy,” he spat, his hand tightening around my throat. “And the man he is now doesn’t need your fucking love anymore.” “Can’t we just—” “Enough,” he snapped. “You were everything to me until you ripped my heart open. Now, all I want to do when I look at you is kill you.” I inhaled sharply. “You’re mine, Fiorella,” he said, his voice sending chills down my spine. “And not the way you were before. You’re mine to break, to fuck, and to destroy piece by piece until I lose what’s left of myself in you.” ❧ Fiorella Zivenza was the only thing Rhys Gravari ever loved more than life itself. She was also the reason he learned to hate when she broke his heart. She thought she had escaped her past the day Rhys let her go. She was wrong. Years later, the man she once loved returns as a powerful, dangerous mafia Don—and her forced husband. But Rhys doesn’t want love anymore. He wants revenge. He wants to send her to the edge of darkness the same way she destroyed him. But the line between hate and obsession begins to blur… and long-buried lies begin to unravel. ❧ BOOK 2 of the Veins Of Darkness Series — interconnected standalone dark romance novels. BOOK 1 – Accidentally Married to the Billionaire Single Dad BOOK 2 – Forced Marriage to My Mafia Ex-Boyfriend BOOK 3 BOOK 4 Copyright © 2026 by Siemuri Daniella. All rights reserved. No reproduction, distribution, transmission, or storage without written permission from the author.

Warning: Mature content, psychological Sully, a young lady of House Star, is kidnapped on her wedding day by the head of House Silverclaw. The head decides to give her to one of his daugthers as a slave, but his eldest son intervens and wants her for himself. Thus begins a forced married life between Sully Star and Damien Silverclaw. Sully wants to end House Silverclaw. Yet, she finds herself falling for her husband, the one she should hate. With his intimidating yet alluring presence, he seems to pull her towards him. Can she succeed in her plan, or will she succumb deeper and fall for her enemy?

On my wedding night, Sean Boswell was with his first love when I suffered a miscarriage as my kidnappers tortured me. I begged endlessly for him to save me, only for him to laugh, "You were just demanding a divorce in the morning, and now you're faking a kidnapping so that I'd come back? Is that the only thing you can do?" Eventually, when I gave up and stopped clinging on being Mrs. Boswell, he chased me to the airport, pleading with a crack in his voice, "Just stay, Anna. Let's make things how it used to be."

I married him without love. I never knew he despised me… or that I would be blamed for a tragedy I didn’t cause. In a house full of secrets and lies, can I survive a husband who sees me as his enemy and maybe, just maybe, make him love me?

On the eve of giving birth, my world turned into a nightmare. My husband’s sworn enemy broke into our home, seeking revenge. I was brutally cut open and my baby was ripped from me. Yet, I made the chilling choice not to call my husband for help. In my previous life, desperate and terrified, I begged him to return home. He abandoned a Valentine’s dinner with a scholarship student to rush back. That night, the student was preyed upon in a bar, leading to her tragic suicide. My husband’s wrath was unrelenting. Blaming me for her death, he locked me in a kennel, leaving me to be savaged to death. “This is the pain Wynne endured because of you. Now it’s your turn to suffer!” Given a second chance, I resolved to make a different choice. This time, I let him stay for his romantic Valentine’s evening with her. But when I returned home, he had spiraled into madness.