To Be Kidnapped And Loved By The Billionaire Assassin

Oceane's PovI jolt awake at the feel of something cold dripping down my body. The realization that I’m bound to a chair hit me when I attempt moving my limbs.I wince, attempting to pull at the well knotted ropes, but I still fail at something so simple.Heaving out long and calming breaths, I try recollecting the memories of the past week. A week ago, I was in my home country. A week ago, I was in my province. A week ago, I was living amongst people whose faces were familiar. A week ago, I was having a fight with my father. A week ago, I ran away from home but was captured hours later.That day when I was captured by my father’s men was the day my entire life changed.Now I’m here, in a new country, with new people, suffering like a slave. Living a baseless and useless life.Laughter ripples out of me so loud that my voice bounces off each corner of the room.It’s laughable how I cried about how shitty my life had been just a week ago. It’s laughable how I prayed to the universe to

Oceane's Pov“She requires your presence.” I hear a sharp intake of breath behind me. I whip my head to the side so fast that my neck almost snaps in half.She’s covered in blood and sweat.I run. I run so fast and I don’t stop until I’m kneeling by my mother.“Did you make your father angry again?” She breathes out. I don’t answer. I’m too focused on how weak she looks to even provide her an answer.“Oceane.” She whispers.“Oceane.”“Oceane.”“Miss!”I jump awake, screaming, panting, clawing at my neck. I look to the side only to be met by a startled look thrown my way.It’s a young girl. Not as young as me, but young.Is she a maid?“It’s time for a bath, Miss.” Her voice slightly escapes a whisper. I shake my head in disagreement. “It’s an order from the boss. Plus, whatever activity you indulged in last night left you looking all filthy. Very unladylike if you ask me.”True.I shoot her a glare. The lady gulps thickly, as if afraid of what I might do to her. She shifts from one f

Angioletto's Pov“That means you wouldn’t come back to me for days?”She freezes.It’s like understanding finally dawns on her when my question escapes my lips. I see how her face changes, how her smile has become somewhat forced.Maybe she realizes that she has shared too much information.“I’ll be back like I never left, Gio.”I don’t utter a word. I stare at her silently, wondering what decision would be best. She’s my hostage but I’ve put ideas in her head. I’ve given her too much freedom.“Angiole–”“You’re not going to school.”That does it. Her bright, bubbly, and ambitious shine ceases. Her eyes, filled with dreams, suddenly dims so much that they look dead. She always appeared doll-like but she has suddenly become a completely different person in seconds. Like a plastic doll, distant, reserved.“W-h-at?” She fumbles with her words, as though fearful. As if doing so would lead to punishment.“I thought about it. . .”“You clearly didn’t give it a good thought.”“I can’t let y

Oceane's PovGrowing up, I wasn’t so good at a lot of things. Speaking, fencing, fighting, using a gun, I failed at so many things until the passing of my mother.After my mother had passed on due to my father’s selfishness and carelessness, I began to push myself into becoming better at the things I failed at.My mother’s passing was my motivation. It was only then that I realized all I had was me. Just me, alone in this wicked world.I could no longer condone my weakness. I could no longer leave myself vulnerable. I could no longer allow myself to be a prey in the midst of predators.I worked hard.Still, I failed.I was just a failure.I was just a girl who couldn’t grow taller than 5’2. I was significantly smaller than girls my age and it was to my disadvantage.My father’s hatred towards me only intensified after my series of failures and he began to take his abuse to the next level.His abuse was no longer verbal but physical, emotional, and mental.He’d hit me, force me into fi

Oceane's PovOne month later.It was a surprise, the turn of events when I had returned to my captor one month ago. While I contemplated returning and giving myself back to him, I thought he would be livid. I believed that I was going to be punished severely for running away, but that wasn’t the case.The brooding man hugged me. Embraced me.Soothed me.And then later declared that I could do what I’ve been desiring for the longest time. Go to school.I couldn’t believe it, and so, I continued to ask him if he was sure for days until the day I was finally enrolled.The experience and excitement I felt was out of this world and it took a lot of restraint for me not to throw myself into Gio’s arms and thank him.His kindness towards me only continued to grow like he was desperate to be in my good books. He perhaps felt bad for me after I lost my entire family the way I did.A few days after my enrollment, Gio had packed up a few things and left his penthouse.‘Hey baby girl, it’s quite