All Chapters of CAPTIVATED BY THE SEDUCTIVE BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

...GENEVIEVE I stood in front of a full-length mirror, my breath catching as I gazed at my reflection. The bridal gown I wore was breathtaking—a masterpiece of delicate lace and satin, with a fitted bodice that flowed into a billowing skirt. The veil cascaded down my back like a waterfall of gossamer, and a jeweled tiara glistened atop my dark, curled hair. I looked every bit the part of a bride, but there was a deep unease in my eyes.Isabella, my best friend, adjusted the veil and smiled brightly. "You look stunning, Gen. Jack is going to lose his mind when he sees you."Beside me, Janice and Amelia nodded in agreement. Janice, ever the perfectionist, fussed over the train of the dress, making sure every fold was in place. "Perfect," she murmured. "Everything is perfect."But my mind was elsewhere. I had been trying to contact Jack for the past hour, but every call went straight to voicemail. A gnawing dread twisted my stomach, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that somethin

...GENEVIEVE I stirred, my body shifting beneath the warmth of soft blankets. My eyelids fluttered open, my vision hazy as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. I blinked a few times, my eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through heavy curtains, and I realized immediately that I was not where I was supposed to be. This room was unfamiliar—larger than mine, with dark, richly painted walls, and a tall window covered by thick drapes that kept the room cloaked in shadows.I sat up abruptly, and the sudden movement made my head spin. I groaned softly, pressing a hand to my temple, trying to steady myself as the room seemed to tilt slightly around me. As my senses slowly cleared, my eyes fell on the figure sitting on a couch at the end of the bed, and I stiffened.Roman was there, leaning back with one leg crossed over the other, his gaze locked intently on me. His eyes were dark, unreadable, as they studied me, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He looked calm, a

...GENEVIEVE My father leaned back in his chair, his expression tight with contemplation. He picked up his phone and pressed a button. "Bring Janice to my office," he instructed his assistant. The tension in the room was palpable; no one dared speak as they waited.Janice had reached to the company at father’s orders. Moments later, the door opened, and Janice stepped in. Her eyes flitted from Olivia to Rosalind, sensing the storm that had already passed through. Olivia, still fuming, shot her a look of resentment, while Rosalind’s face was a mask of thinly veiled frustration. "Janice," Our father said, his voice low and firm, "please come in. I need to speak with you and your sister privately."Olivia opened her mouth to protest, but Rosalind placed a hand on her arm, giving a tight, knowing nod. "Come on, Olivia," Rosalind said, her voice clipped. "Let them have their little family discussion." She shot me a final glare before turning on her heel, and Olivia reluctant

...GENEVIEVE I walked into Roman’s mansion, my heels clicking against the marble floor, my expression calm but my mind spinning with thoughts. The mansion was grand, with high ceilings and elaborate chandeliers that cast a golden glow over everything. The air was filled with the scent of fresh flowers, and the faint murmur of conversation came from the living room.Roman walked beside me, his presence commanding as always, his jaw set in that familiar, determined way that made it clear he was prepared for whatever lay ahead. I felt a tension in the air as we entered the room where Roman’s grandmother sat, her posture straight, eyes sharp as a hawk’s.Arthur, Xavier, and Gabriel were also there, lounging comfortably on the plush sofas. Arthur’s face lit up as soon as he saw me, a charming smile spreading across his face. “Genevieve,” he greeted warmly, standing up and extending a hand as if to welcome me. I managed a polite smile in return, my eyes flickering between Arthur an

...GENEVIEVE I stood in front of the full-length mirror, carefully applying a final coat of mascara to my already long, dark lashes. I had chosen a dress that was meant to make an impression — a sleek, crimson number that hugged my curves in all the right places. The fabric was smooth and silky, catching the light as I moved, and the neckline dipped low enough to tease but not reveal too much. The dress ended well above my knees, showing off my long legs, accentuated by a pair of black stiletto heels that gave me an extra inch of height and confidence.My hair fell in soft waves around my shoulders, framing my face perfectly. I glanced at my reflection, a small, satisfied smile playing on my lips. I knew I looked good, and I felt a thrill of excitement course through me as I imagined Roman’s reaction. As if on cue, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Roman appeared in the doorway, his expression darkening the moment he laid eyes on me. His gaze swept over me, starting f