Chapter 1 - The Vanishing Act
Michelle Moore, poof, gone. On the brink of saying "I do" to Charles Phoenix, she pulled a Houdini.
When the fam got the 411, they were all shook. It was too wild, too surreal. Michelle was your everyday Jane, living the most basic, predictable life. For something this cray to happen to one of their own, it was like winning the worst lottery ever. Once they confirmed the news wasn't just some sick joke, everyone was left with one question - WTF happened?
The one losing his mind was Michelle's hubby-to-be, Charles Phoenix. He pulled every string, called in every favor, trying to find his missing bride, but it was like trying to find a selfie in a sea of memes - nada.
No one had a clue where Michelle had bounced to, not even her folks or kid bro. She had ghosted them, left them all on read!
...In some random forest miles away from Seaside City, there was this legit castle, all fancy-schmancy with Euro-style carvings and bling that screamed "I'm rich, b*tch!" It was a straight-up flex on the castle's owner's part. This Euro-chic castle was hella big, with all these extra AF crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings.
In the most secret room of the castle, you could hear the soft sounds of a woman getting her fight on. It was creepy AF in the dead of night!
In the boujee room, the carved wooden door was all wrapped up in chains and locks. A black silk number lay on the floor next to a long-haired stunner. The woman was all chained up, even wearing a metal choker, looking like some dude's kinky plaything.
"Michi, you played me. How could you marry some other guy? You're mine! Don't you remember? You can only be mine, forever and always!" The tall dude stood by the king-sized bed, eyeing the bombshell in the nightgown like she was a piece of prime steak. His big, manly hands gently touched her soft cheeks, but his hot, sexy voice sounded all kinds of wrong to the woman.
The messy-haired Michelle was going all WWE against the chains holding her down. Her eyes were wide with fear as she looked at the towering man before her. She screeched, "Bryan! Are you cray-cray? I'm a human being, not some pet you can lock up!"
OMG, can someone please explain what the hell just happened?
Wasn't she just at home, playing dress-up with wedding gowns?
Did Bryan White the Wolf seriously kidnap her?
What was she going to do... Tomorrow was supposed to be her wedding day with Charles. Who was going to save her now?
Michelle's usually sparkling eyes now reflected a dull emptiness as she stared at the drop-dead gorgeous man standing before her. He hadn't changed a bit in the past five years - still ridiculously handsome, enough to make any girl weak in the knees. Even in his basic attire, he could steal the spotlight from anyone. His eyes, one gold and the other blue, were filled with an unnerving, obsessive glint.
Taking a deep breath, Michelle tried to reason with the man, who seemed to be losing his sanity: "Wolfie, don't do this. You've left your wolf persona behind. You're human now. You can't cage me like this!"The nickname 'Wolfie' was a symbol of the intimacy she once shared with Bryan.
She had lived with Bryan for a year when he was simply a clueless wolf-boy raised by wolves, not the CEO of White Corporation he is now.
"Shhh, no more talking, babe." Bryan gently placed his long, elegant fingers on Michelle's rose-tinted lips, his handsome face radiating a sinister aura. The madness and obsession in his eyes deepened. He caged Michelle's face in his hands, trapping her within his arms. His sexy, alluring voice echoed with certainty: "I can do it! I can cage you and even make your so-called fianc vanish from the face of the Earth! You're all mine, Michi. Don't waste your energy trying to escape. The moment you took me in five years ago, you were destined to be mine for life."
