All Chapters of Kidnapping the Mayor’s Daughter: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sky I am standing in front of a bed in a room filled with lavender scent, a vanity table adjacent to the dressing area, the surface adorned with trinkets and treasures. A pair of curtains flutter in the breeze, the green folds pushed to each corner allowing the rays of sunlight into the room. He stands behind me, his gaze lingers, unwavering, sending a shiver down my spine. As if he could see the layers underneath the clothing. A tremor courses through my fingers, I try to stay calm but fail helplessly, fear and uncertainty grips me, making me rethink my decision. Should I have just died like the others, should I have ended my fate right there when I was caught. No, I don’t want to die. His shadow stood enormous on the bed almost like I had disappeared into him, I was nothing but a fragile and petite girl standing close to his figure. I could hear the sound of cushion bring pressed backwards, strange enough that my hearing was at its highest peek when my life i

I stand there quiet, if he has a suspicion then he should fucking work on it. “Why did you leave?” he asked, his voice calm but sharp enough to cut through the tension.“I was sick of it,” I said, my tone flat. It wasn’t a lie. It had been a game to me, one I played until I got what I wanted. By then, there was no point in staying.“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t suspect you.”I shoved my hands into my pockets and rose to my feet, walking closer until I was inches from his face. His words were a challenge, and he knew it. Daring me to act. Testing me.But I wasn’t afraid of him. If I wanted to, I could smash his head against the wall and bury his body right next to his father’s grave. The thought almost made me smile. I’d made him who he was, built him from nothing, and now he had the nerve to stand there and question me like I was some kind of commoner. My fists clenched at my sides, the urge to hit him burning through me.But not yet. Not now. If I killed him here, it would be

DareI am walking across the room when I hear muffled sounds from her room, I could tell exactly what those sounds were and it pissed me off. How dare you jerk off herself when I didn’t give her the permission, I push open the door to found her squimmering under the sheets, she is breathless and shaking, her eyes are closed.Is she dreaming? What is she dreaming of? “Please” I hear her whisper, the same way she did the other night. It’s soft and soothing to the ear, I would never let her go if she begged me with such tone.She pushed herself down, her legs crossed together and tightly.I sit by the bed watching her, I could hear moans escaping her lips, my two fingers caressed her lips when she opened them wide. For a minute I thought she was awake and responding to me but she was still fast asleep, I dipped my fingers into her open mouth and she sucks on them immediately. Whatever she was dreaming off has her horny as shit. I pulled my fingers out of her lips and ran them down her

“Dad!” she screams, her voice cracking as the car disappears from sight. My grip on her remains unyielding, my hands steady around her. I can feel her trembling, her shoulders shaking with sobs. She doesn’t stop struggling, but I don’t let go.She turns to me, her face streaked with tears, her eyes brimming and swollen. Her cheeks sag, a picture of heartbreak.“Please,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “Just let me go. Let me go back to my family.”Her words sting in a way I didn’t expect, but I ignore the pang in my chest. She doesn’t understand—she can’t. I hoist her over my shoulder, ignoring her soft cries and the weak pounding of her fists against my back.The walk to the house feels longer than it should, her muffled pleas ringing in my ears. I push the door open and head straight to my room, the only place where I can remind her what she means to me.Her tears seep into my shirt, warm and wet, but I don’t stop. She’s mine. She belongs here.I set her down gently, sitting her

Dare I have been quiet for a while now, trying to control the urge to snap her pretty little neck and rid myself of the trouble she brings. It takes everything in me to stay composed, but the thought of her daring to escape me gnaws at the edges of my patience. How far was she willing to go just to get away from me?I replayed the scene in my head, watching her through the cameras in her room as she tied the ends of the sheet together. Brave of her, trying to climb down the window like that. If I hadn’t caught sight of the man lurking outside the gate, waiting to whisk her away, she might have made it. That thought alone tightens the knot in my chest—a mixture of fury and something deeper, something I refuse to acknowledge.“Did you forget what you said to me?” My voice is low but sharp, my eyes locked on her. Her head is bowed, but I can see the sadness in her eyes when she glances up, the glint of guilt trying to play its part.It doesn’t move me.A deal is a deal, and she belongs