All Chapters of His Captive Angel: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Lucia tried calling her sister's number for the third time in a row but the answering machine told her the same thing. Her phone was simply unreachable. It's been almost six months since Liliana left and it's been over a year since she was abusing drugs. Lucia thought her sister would keep her word and quit but it was very easy for her to fall back into that deep dark pit all over again. There was never even a full day of sobriety. This time she was in a phone booth and had hoped her sister would answer the call knowing it wasn't her number but it never came. Lucia grew more worried each day without hearing anything from Liliana. Lucia always recalled her last argument with Liliana and how that led to Liliana choosing to live her own life on her own terms.Lucia wanted to try one of her sister's friends now when she heard her name being cried out from across the road outside the booth. It was her friend Elena who was also her dance partner. “Lucia! Do you want to get into trouble aga

“My Lord, we have gotten our hands on Liliana's sister Lucia. But she knows nothing about Liliana's whereabouts. What should we do with her My L...”“Kill her.” Seated on his armchair in a loose white crisp shirt and smoking a cigarette close to the window in his study Sylvester muttered without a beat and with no emotions. If there was no leads with her on Liliana then it was best to eliminate her sister.“No, wait!” His elder half brother Danilo who was also present in Sylvester's study was quick to take the phone from the table. “Wait. Don't kill her just yet. We want every piece of information on that woman. She is Liliana's sister and we want Liliana at all costs.” Sylvester heaved a deep breath and shut his eyes. Hearing Liliana's name was like awakening the dumb and foolish man that he was when it came to Liliana. It was no secret to everyone in Sylvester's close circle that he had lost his heart to one of the strippers named Liliana in one of his most elite clubs in the posh

Lucia whimpered feeling a wet thing tickle her skin. Her nose sniffed out something different. A mix of strong tobacco smell with a tint of raw air freshener. A masculine scent which she wasn't familiar of. As if dawning hard on her she quickly opened her eyes only to have her breathing ceased. She couldn't believe he was almost on top of her. His tongue was licking behind her ear. She immediately started to shiver as her breathing was now turning harsh. Sylvester sensed her body and looked at her from the corner of his eyes. A deep smile came on his lips while Lucia couldn't stop looking at him. As if she wasn't ever going to blink. She tried to move away but quickly hissed with a whimper again. Looking down she found the gunshot on her thigh had her whole lap soaked in her blood. She was in excruciating pain and had to bit her mouth. Even the now hot room didn't stop her from shivering. She was sure she was going to bleed to death soon. Not only that but Lucia also found both her

Lucia stared at her reflection while sitting on a stool with the long oval mirror in front of her. She looked beautiful no doubt. Her lipstick was a fine red hue. Her hair was let loose with pink petals made into a hairpin. There was a bouquet of pink roses in her hands while she dared not to move because of her plastered thigh. The female servants were busy in now wearing her veil. One could tell that despite the full makeup done on her face she still looked gloomy and sad. Anyone around her would instantly tell that her aura was of that of a lost and sad kitten. None of the staffs spoke to her and Lucia preferred the silence and just allowed them to do their work. She only did talk whenever she felt some discomfort on her bandaged thigh. Lucia couldn't think of any other reason as to why Sylvester would want to marry a nobody like her. She never thought he would accept her proposal. After all he didn't know her nor where she came from. Or did he? No. Lucia thought and was quick to