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In the shadowed corridors of betrayal and brutality, innocent Elsa finds herself trapped in a web of torment and despair. Abused and abandoned by those who should have protected her, she clings to the fragile hope of a new beginning, only to be plunged into a world darker and more dangerous than she could ever have imagined. Javier, Mexico's most dangerous cartel boss and billionaire, is the perfect definition of ruthless. No one else comes close. He's content being alone, his fortress of wealth and power shielding him from the vulnerability of love-- that is until Elsa crosses his path and something inside him is awoken. Very slowly. Now he's fighting to put it back to sleep--- to not like her. but as they grow closer, he's torn between love and duty. Will they find salvation in each other, or will darkness consume them? ************************ Dear Readers, The Billionaire's Captive follows Elsa Perez and Javier Sandoval's story. What happens when Elsa's ruthless stepfather carelessness puts her in Javier's hands, a man more ruthless, they are books written about him? Find out in this story. You must have heard of Javier in the first book of this series: Betrothed to The Don. This book can be read as a standalone, and it is a mafia romance full-length novel. Enjoy!
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The Billionaire's Captive. CHAPTER 17: ELSA
It's the wee hours of the morning. I think. I've been dreaming of none other than Javier Sandoval. Forbidden thoughts of my boss. My captor. It's fucked up, I know but It's almost like my consciousness can't help these feelings. I sigh into my pillow as I change position on my bed, trying to quieten the spiraling voices in my head. Or is it the voices in my dream? The voices disappear the second my eyes land on Javier's piercing stare. There it is again. Exhilaration. like epinephrine straight to the heart. How did the sight of him tangle my thoughts while unraveling my insides? He's sitting on a chair, leaned back, a leg folded over the other, hands on the arm rest while he stares at me. Even in my dreams he's still the most beautiful, and dangerous man I've ever seen. Not like I've met a lot of them if I'm being honest. “I was wondering when you would wake up.” He mutters, running the back of his fingers across his stubble, but I hear him loud and clear. I blink once, then twice
The Billionaire's Captive. CHAPTER 16: JAVIER
I can't exactly say I had the best of nights last night, but sleeping with the thought of Elsa made half of it bearable. The more she crosses my mind, the more angry I become with myself for acting like a teenager smitten by his crush. It's crazy considering our age difference. I'm not exactly sure of her age, but she shouldn't be more than 25.I've had women I liked in the past. But that was a very long time ago before I became the head of the cartel. Up until now. my love life hasn't been something to write home about because I never dated. If I had an itch, I found someone to scratch it, and that was it. There was always someone available for it. Of all I slept with, it's impossible to compare what I felt for them to what I feel for Elsa. And that's saying a lot because even I can't put a word to what exactly it is I feel.After much deliberation, I concluded that maybe I actually just need to fuck and get the thought of Elsa out of my system. Hence my presence in my Club Siago rig
The Billionaire's Captive. CHAPTER 15: ELSA
I've come to realize that the more time I spend around Javier, whether alone or in the midst of company, my little brain gets fogged up and sends the wrong signal to… my heart. It even feels off saying it and I know why. It's because I shouldn't feel this way towards my captor. Yes he's impossibly attractive and what I think a man should be like but that's just about it. I don't even know him well enough like that. I might not have been the one to offend him to be taken as collateral but it doesn't change the fact that I'm still his captive either way. I'm not about to admit that I might be having Stockholm Syndrome but if I'm checked well, that's the exact name to call what I've been feeling no matter how much I don't want to. How else do I explain the weird thudding in my chest each time I hear Javier's voice even from afar? There's no mistaking that feeling for fear, because it's not.But It isn't right. By all ramifications, the man is possibly even betrothed to Sofia. Why else w
The Billionaire's Captive. CHAPTER 14: JAVIER
“I had different routes sent. What do you mean my drugs were hijacked?” I ask Carlos, leaning back in my seat. In as much as it has been a productive three days, it has also been stressful. I had to leave for China to finalize a pending deal with the president. On my way back, Carlos called saying that one of the routes I spent hours navigating to find wasn't safe. We were ambushed, my men were killed, and the drugs were stolen. Those were eight figures worth of drugs being transported to New york. Unfortunately for the fuckers responsible for the theft, all my trucks have trackers installed in them. It won't be long before I find the people responsible.“The team is tracking the truck as we speak. The others were delivered safely.” “While that's good to hear it doesn't change the fact that we might have a mole in here. How did they get information on that particular route?” His eyes runs down my laptops and I know he thinks I've been hacked. I know I haven't. “The firewalls were in
The Billionaire's Captive. CHAPTER 13: ELSA
“Do you need anything?” This has to be the first time in a long time since I was last asked this question. No one at home ever asked, including Oliver. It was me who only ever gave. Hearing Camila's questions directed at me, along with the concern etched on her face, is heartwarming. It reminds me of last night when Javier and Nana Guadalupe came to check in on me. I knew Nana would come, but finding Javier outside of my room was very shocking. I didn't think he cared. And to think I ran out to get the door with nothing beneath my dress. I only became more overwhelmed when Nana joined him and began fussing about me. It was more than I could imagine. More than I'd ever received since the death of my father. “No, I'm okay.” “I'm serious, Elsa.” “I really am fine.” I smile at Camila. While Nana acts motherly. Camila acts like an older sister. It's beautiful to watch, and knowing that these emotions are directed at me makes me feel really good on the inside. “If you do need anythin
The Billionaire's Captive. CHAPTER 12: JAVIER
My uncle has to be the proudest man I've ever known, and that's saying a lot, considering I've worked with so many men of his status. No one else comes close for sure. I'm seated at one end of the table while he occupies the other end. As we eat, we all listen to him brag to Alejandro, Sofia's father, about his newly bought villa in the Hamptons. What he doesn't mention is that I was the one who gave it to him as a gift since he wanted a retirement gift to add to his collections. It's okay, though.“So…” Camila draws my attention from Uncle Juan's bragging session. “It's been ages since we last saw, Javi. How have you been?”I laugh at my little sister. “Since when did two weeks turn to ages, Cam?”“Still… two weeks is a long time. I've missed you.” She reaches for my hand, and I take it in mine, giving it a squeeze. She's sitting to my right, so it's not hard to maintain conversation without interrupting my Uncle's talk.“I've missed you too.”“So…” I look at her sly expression as s
The Billionaire's Captive. CHAPTER 11: ELSA
The following day has to be the busiest I've ever been since I got here. The errands Nana Guadalupe had to run yesterday were in preparation for today's family dinner Javier is hosting. She said they had it occasionally, and since Javier's the head, it's only right that he hosts it. So far, Camila and Daniel are the only ones who have arrived. Daniel and Javier are doing some work in the sitting room upstairs, while Camila takes a nap in one of the rooms and is also upstairs.Nana Guadalupe and I are already done preparing dinner. It's been hectic having prepared food for at least four picky eaters and the other guests, but I also find it fulfilling learning new recipes. I was only ever restricted to a few back at home. “Alright, that should be all for now. Help me take this to the dining room. Be careful so you don't fall.” Nana Guadalupe points to the chicken casserole dish on the table.Grabbing it carefully with a kitchen towel so it doesn't burn my hand, I lift and head for the
The Billionaire's Captive. CHAPTER 10: ELSA
I've had embarrassing experiences. A ton of them. But someway somehow, last week's incident made the other experiences seem like a child's play. I don't know what was more embarrassing; walking into Javier's office without the confidence to state my request properly or the fact that he totally shunned me.Carlos hijacking me back to my room was definitely the least of my expectations. I thought and had set my mind to being whipped for making such an unruly demand. Getting shot at was also an expectation. If only the floor could open up and swallow me. What the hell was I even thinking, going to ask for my freedom. But that's just it. I wasn't thinking at all. If I was, I wouldn't have subjected myself to such embarrassment.I've been less busy throughout the morning that I decided to catch up on my drawings. I have my third art of the day sitting on my desk as I compare them with the ones I drew a very long time ago when my dad was still alive. I've come a long way and made so much
The Billionaire's Captive. CHAPTER 9: JAVIER
I have two laptops positioned on my desk before me. Both are powered on and are being in use. While I use one laptop to draft a coded filled email containing different routes to the team in charge of transporting my drugs, the second laptop displays the faces of two of my corporate standby team, arguing about what properties should be tagged for sale when my potential client for the day joins our zoom meeting in a few minutes.“Oh please.” Zachary's voice comes on. I'm not looking at the screen, but I can probably imagine him rolling his eyes. “Tell him, boss. The properties down south don't even sell at this time of the year.” “Zachary, I promise you that no one cares. Our client is a billionaire. If that's what he wants, then that's what he gets.” Laden says.“Why don't we just present any of the recently bought ones. We could rebuild it and sell it. I think it'll fit someone of his status.” Now it's my turn to comment. “That is entirely up to Mr Harris. If it's well within his bu
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