Kidnapping Novels

Abigail Brown has spent eight years shrinking herself to fit the Winchester family. Her husband, billionaire heir Nicholas Winchester, loves her in ways he never shows. His mother, Mary, calls her a barren hen, and their seven-year-old daughter, Lily, has learned to despise her. On the day Abigail is told she has six months to live, Nicholas announces that his first love, concert pianist Naomi Carter, will carry the son his family demands. When Abigail tries to tell him the truth, he snaps that he doesn't care if she dies, and Lily says she doesn't want her either. Abigail walks out into the rain and is struck by a car driven by her long-lost eldest brother. She was never an orphan. She was stolen as a child, and her real family, the Ashfords, are the richest on earth. Her brothers Julian, Damian and Rhys have searched for twenty-six years. Damian cures her illness, and Abigail asks them to let Nicholas believe she is gone. Three years later, Abigail returns as the founder of the luxury perfume house Solenne, stepping off a private jet with her brothers at her side. Nicholas, who has searched for her ever since finding her abandoned diagnosis, falls to his knees. Lily begs forgiveness. Abigail refuses them both. But Naomi's schemes escalate, Mary fights back, and Abigail's hunt for the truth behind her kidnapping leads to Naomi's own grandfather. As Nicholas slowly proves he can change, and Abigail learns that forgiveness is hers to give, she must choose between a cold, safe independence and the risk of loving again, on her own terms. It is the story of a woman who lost everything, found herself, and discovered she never needed to be chosen. She needed only to choose.

In the two years after I married Daniel Carter, my private photos had gone viral nine times, and Daniel had been taken into custody ten times. Because every time his mistress, Emily Morgan, was unhappy, she would leak my private photos all over the internet. I, Claire Parker, never let it slide. I reported every shady business Daniel was involved in and personally sent him behind bars. That lasted until an unexpected kidnapping. I took a bullet for him, one aimed straight at his heart, and he shielded me beneath his body, taking the brunt of the explosion for me. After we survived, the man who had always been so cold-blooded knelt before me, his voice hoarse beyond recognition. "Honey, let's leave the drama behind. I just want a peaceful life with you." Right in front of me, he ordered his men to send his mistress out of Northhaven and never let her appear before him again. In the third year after we reconciled, I carried my eight-month pregnant belly and brought him lunch. But on the way there, I was hit by a car. The hospital issued three critical condition notices, yet they still could not save the baby. Daniel rushed over, but he did not even spare me a glance. Instead, he pulled the woman who had hit me and her child into his arms, soothing her in a low voice. "Don't be scared. I'll protect you and the child." Only then did I realize that the woman who had hit me was the very mistress he had sent away three years ago. When I demanded an explanation, Daniel brushed it off as if it were nothing. "She didn't do it on purpose. Don't take it out on her and her son. You can have a baby another time." At that moment, I finally understood. They had gotten back together long ago. I looked at him and nodded. "Don't worry, this will never happen again."

Genevieve was heavily pregnant, holding the legal papers that would transfer her massive family trust fund to her loving husband, Clinton. But as she approached his study, she heard a familiar giggle. Through the cracked door, she saw her cousin Carolynn sitting on his desk, her skirt hiked up, while Clinton smirked and poured bourbon. "Once she signs those papers, we don't need her anymore," Clinton laughed coldly. "The kidnapping is staged for tomorrow. She and the brat disappear permanently." Genevieve gasped, and he spotted her. When she frantically tried to run, her trusted housekeeper blocked the stairs. Clinton dragged her back, beat her mercilessly, and locked her in a freezing, underground cellar. Denied any medical help, she endured agonizing hours of labor alone in the dark, only to deliver a stillborn child. Clinton then walked in, ruthlessly tossed her dead baby's tiny body into a pile of dirty rags, and brutally strangled her. As her lungs burned and the world faded to black, her heart shattered into a million jagged pieces. She had given him everything. How could they be so monstrous as to murder her and her innocent child just for money? Opening her eyes again, the freezing cellar was gone. She was standing in an emerald silk gown at an elite charity gala—the exact night their original kidnapping plot began, a month before she even announced her pregnancy. This time, the naive socialite was dead, and she was going to make them pay in blood.

My mother was brutalized by a vagrant while rushing me to the hospital for a high fever. She couldn't live with the shame and jumped into the river. My father and brother poured their hatred onto me because of it. They forced me to kneel by that river every single day in penance. Eventually, those same monsters caught me. After hours of agony, I was dragged into the deep mountains. I searched for every chance to escape. Before my phone died, I made one last call to my brother. But Silas just

When I was kidnapped, my fiancé and my brother ignored my pleas for help. They chose to spend the night celebrating my stepsister's birthday instead. "Gia, when did you get so pathetic? Do you really think you're in a movie? Stop faking a kidnapping for attention," they sneered. Then, they hung up the phone. As the kidnappers prepared to end me, I broke free from my zip ties and jumped into the freezing river to escape. After surviving that nightmare, I finally gave up on them. I chose to l

After my model girlfriend was rescued from a kidnapping, she claimed she couldn't have any contact with men. In all our years together, I had never touched her. But right before she announced her retirement, she took on a highly provocative commercial. In the video, the two of them were fiercely intertwined, looking like they wanted to meld their bodies together. When I confronted her, a look of disgust flashed in her eyes. "Connor, can you stop having such filthy thoughts?" "If it weren't

My girlfriend called me in tears, sobbing that armed robbers had broken into our house and demanded a five-million-dollar ransom. I abandoned a multi-million-dollar business negotiation and blew through every red light to race home. When I burst through the front door, I found her throwing a wild housewarming party with her male best friend. The whole kidnapping was nothing more than a twisted prank to test my love. Seeing me panting in the doorway, her best friend egged on the crowd to thro

Vivienne Sterling was bound to a steel chair in a derelict warehouse, trembling as the metallic taste of her own blood filled her mouth. The thug torturing her put his phone on speaker, revealing a truth that shattered her world: her kidnapping was ordered by her best friend, Sophia. Worse, her fiancé Brant was on the line, his voice dripping with an intimacy he never showed Vivienne. "Of course I love you, baby. The engagement to Vivienne is just business. As soon as the project is finalized, I'm telling her it's over." Every sacrifice she had made for Brant—giving up Yale, fighting her family—was just a pathetic joke. As she choked on her blood, trying desperately to scream, a thug brought a heavy steel pipe down on her spine. In her fading vision, she saw Brant's formidable uncle, Julian Carlisle, bursting through the warehouse doors too late. How could she have been so utterly blind to their deceit? She died consumed by a tidal wave of regret and burning hatred, her soul screaming that if she had another chance, she would make them pay in blood. Suddenly, the absolute darkness was ripped away. Blinding sunlight stabbed her eyes. She wasn't dead on a cold concrete floor. She was sitting in the plush passenger seat of Brant's Bentley, wearing a Chanel gown from exactly one year ago. She looked at the man who had discarded her life so easily, raised her hand, and slapped him across the face.

I was the lawful wife of Salvatore Vitiello, the most feared Mafia Don in New York. For six years, I endured his coldness, believing my miscarriage and subsequent hysterectomy were the tragic results of a rival syndicate's kidnapping. But at the triennial Syndicate summit, my brother whispered a horrifying secret into my ear. "The Don procured the services of the family surgeon to have your womb removed." Salvatore himself had ordered the mutilation six years ago as a calculated punishment for our forced marriage. While I reeled from the sickening truth, Salvatore publicly humiliated me. He paraded his pregnant mistress, Serena, forcing me to surrender my seat of honor to her. My own parents and brother fawned over the mistress, kicking me to the floor into a pile of shattered crystal. Bleeding and broken, I was ordered by my husband to peel over a hundred shrimp for the woman carrying his heir, while the entire room mocked my barrenness. I had spent six excruciating years trying to earn his forgiveness for a trap my parents set, desperately loving the devil who had coolly destroyed my ability to be a mother. My family had sold me to him, and he had mutilated me just to break me. The suffocating love I harbored for him snapped like a rotted cord. I didn't cry or scream. I packed a single suitcase, walked out of the heavily fortified estate in the dead of night, and mailed him the Syndicate severance papers.

Cathryn was discarded on her wedding day, neglected for a mistress, and left to die when everyone called her kidnapping a lie. Her family was throwing a party for their fake daughter while she begged for help, then even celebrated her death. Only her fiancé's uncle carried her home and mourned beside her body. Reborn on that wedding night, Cathryn married him instead. Cherished at last, she unleashed the brilliance she had buried. Soon, every truth surfaced: she had saved her ex, healed one brother, rescued another, and built the third's career. By the time they realized the truth and begged for forgiveness, she was already beyond their reach.

Julian, a recessive Omega, has spent his life surviving abuse. When he overhears his father trying to sell him to repay a debt, he runs away--only to end up having a one night stand with the very man he was fleeing: Enzo Moretti, one of Los Angeles' most feared and unstable Dominant Alphas. One night with Julian awakens a dangerous obsession in Enzo. The Omega's scent quiets the monster inside him, turning lust into obsession. Now trapped in Enzo's violent world, Julian must survive the Alpha who claims his touch is the only thing keeping him sane... even as Enzo threatens to consume every last piece of his freedom and soul. !!!! This book is an EROTICA, and it contains mature themes including, but NOT limited to: Omegaverse mating. Knotting. Scenting. Dub Con. Detailed smut. Kidnapping. BDSM. Abuse. Blood. Gore. Viewer's discretion is HEAVILY advised.

When Charles was 10 years old he and his father went on a trip. On their way back his father decided to take a short cut, the road was very bad and at the edge of a cliff. Little did his father know a storm was coming. The rainfall was brutal against the windshield and the fog was horrible. The lost thing they say before they went over the cliff and into the sea was a flash of headlights and then darkness. 5 years later an adolescent Charles Seamos washes up on a beach naked as the day he was born and with amnesia. Two days later a girl shows up at his doorsteps telling him he should come back home to his people and that the sirens are kidnapping the mermen. A day later his mom is kidnapped by a siren. Join Charles on his journey to find his mother and uncover many secrets and recovery his lost memories.

For three years, I was Dante Moretti's secret. I was the Underboss's property, the cure for a violent curse that plagued him. He promised that if he wasn't married by his twenty-fifth birthday, I would be his bride. But on the eve of that birthday, he ended our arrangement. He brought home another woman, Sienna, and introduced me as "the help." Sienna, with feigned innocence, knocked a precious memento from my hand, shattering it. When I confronted her, Dante slapped me twice in public, the humiliation searing my soul. Later, I discovered Sienna had framed me for kidnapping her, a lie Dante readily believed. To force a confession, he had my mother tied in a sack and thrown into the freezing lake to drown. He left her there to die. That was the moment the girl who loved him died, too. I saved my mother, and we fled the country, seeking refuge with my childhood friend, Julian. I thought I had escaped. But then Dante appeared in Australia, begging for forgiveness. I rejected him, choosing a future with Julian. I thought it was over. Until a car, driven by a vengeful Sienna, barreled towards us. The last thing I saw was Dante throwing himself in front of me, taking the full impact.

"Young lady must be exhausted because what happened yesterday.." "Poor young lady, she's been in pain since lady Ashta showed up" "If I were a young lady, I will totally go to divorce that" "shhh! Be quiet! or else the young lady will hear us!" Argghhh what a noise!? "Your noise pooo" I said when you were weak while my eyes were still closed "H-huh? P-pardon me young lady, a-are you awake?" "Yes, it's because of your noise" Aish wants to go to sleep, wait who is that!? "ahhhh!!!" I screamed in shock, who are they!? Where am I!? This is not my room! "Y-young lady are you alright?!" "Young Lady do you need something!" Who are they!? and wait where am I really!? Its beautiful room is very fancy! "Who are you!? Where am I!? Are you guys kidnapping me!?" well they don't look bad because they are wearing maid outfits "p-pardon us young lady but what are you saying?" "don't you understand me?!" "excuse us young lady, but we cannot understand you..." "h-huh..?" Ok months had passed then I'm used to it, everything I'm used to like wow charr And ok fast talk! I just reincarnated in the novel!! called "Love to hate me" and this body belongs to Xaxiara the only daughter of the emperor and also the Protagonist (Female Lead) in the story Well why do I know? Because whoi I ​​always read my favorite story! it's not finished because the author is said to be on hiatus, so I don't know what will happen And now I'm in their dining room or should I say my dining room because why not, I'm Xaxiara ehh And now he knows what will happen now, I will be facing my husband or should I say soon to be ex husband named

I was the "Caged Canary" of the underworld, a biological asset designed to merge two crime families. My fiancé, Bryant Barnes, didn't love me. He loved the power I brought, and he loved his mistress, Kalia. The night Kalia broke into my penthouse and stomped on my hand, crushing the bones and my fashion career, Bryant didn't help me. He told the police she was my guest and warned me not to embarrass him with a cast. That was just the beginning. When Kalia lied about feeling unsafe, Bryant dangled me off a balcony. When she faked a kidnapping, he locked me in an industrial freezer for six hours until I turned blue. And when I fell into the marina, he swam right past me to save her, leaving me to drown in the freezing water. He destroyed my body and my dignity for a woman who was stealing my designs and faking a pregnancy. He thought I was just a broken obligation he could discard. But he made a fatal mistake. He didn't make sure I was dead. I dragged myself out of the water and made a call to his greatest rival. On the night of our grand merger, I walked onto the stage wearing royal blue instead of white. I rolled up my sleeve to reveal the scars he gave me, looked him dead in the eye, and grabbed the microphone. "I hereby terminate my engagement to Bryant Barnes. And I am proud to announce my betrothal to the true King of this city."

I was a foster kid with a talent for art. My benefactor, Declan, gave me everything: an education, a home, and a future. I loved him, and I agreed to be his wife. Then his adopted sister, Faye, decided she wanted my brother. When my brother rejected her, Declan had his hands broken, destroying his future as a musician. Faye framed me for kidnapping her, and Declan believed every word. He had me thrown into an abandoned mine pit filled with snakes as punishment. Then, to teach me a "permanent lesson," he had his men drag me to a clinic. They took one of my kidneys. The man who promised to protect me, who I thought was my savior, carved a piece of me out for a crime I didn't commit. The love I felt for him died on that operating table. When I woke up, he sat by my bed and told me our wedding was still on. He thought he had broken me. He was wrong. He doesn't know I have a plan. He doesn't know I'm leaving. And he'll never see me again.

Life was like a long thread, and the knot in it was a new beginning. Three lives. Three stories. But one shared fate. Ethan Lopez's life unraveled when he was accused of murdering Kaylee Anderson. On the day he was inaugurated as the CEO of Lopez Food Company, the murder occurred in Dylan Gabriel's penthouse, The Opulent Height. As the police continued their investigation, Ethan found himself targeted again, this time for kidnapping. This marked the beginning of the downfall of Lopez Food Company, benefiting their rival, Delish Delight Company. All evidence and leads pointed to Ethan until a new name emerged in the case: Blair Anderson, a seemingly ordinary baker at Lopez Food Company. Disclamer: R18+ This story may contain strong language, expletives, and mature content for adult readers, including themes of violence. It is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, businesses, places, or events is coincidental. This story is not intended to offend or defame any individual, entity, caste, community, race, religion, or to denigrate any institution or person, living or dead. Readers discretion is advised.

Dark romance full of adventures, where young gangsters, all handsome, seductive, elegant, rich, indulge in the vices of life; sex, seduction, murder, kidnapping, betrayal, narcissism and perversion. They have one motto: sleep with women and throw them away afterwards like garbage. Everything changes when they come across a group of highly attractive women, who also have a common principle: to seduce men and defraud them, then evaporate into the wild. A super cold war is declared when one of the gangs gets tricked by one of these women. May the strongest win. They all use harmful methods to achieve their goals with respect to their currencies. The men take it upon themselves to shoot anything that wears a skirt, while the women hatch a plan that will change the rest of their lives. Welcome to the world of Playboys and badgirls, where sex is good morning, betrayal is breakfast, and murder is good evening. Live the adventures instead of the heroes...

The Scorpion Organization has taken control of the world through black magic and the financing of prohibited operations by smuggling diamonds from Africa to the rest of the world, and while its secret gang is confronted by a unique security man (Ahmed Sabry); On another front, (Noor Maxim) resists the organization's attempts to control the kidnapping of the son of the dearest woman to his heart. In a third line, the organization tries to recruit a secret man to interfere between a famous painter and his wife to arrange a hellish game that ensures the organization's continued dominance over Europe and the world. Thus, the events of the novel proceed in three parallel lines: Nour assists his wife in recovering her kidnapped son from the clutches of the gang, using all the tricks and cunning means in which he excels, while the intrusion succeeds in spoiling the woman's marriage and the painter sets out to start a whole new life, and finally, the security man storms Ahmed Sabry walks the smuggling gangs down to their leader, where he can expose their plans and destroy the big mastermind.

WARNING⚠️ This story contains theme or situation that some readers may find disturbing, including s*xual scene, violence, strong language, controlling behavior, kidnapping, and murder.⛔🔞 ______________ You're no stranger to dangerous men, but when the infamous, sinfully hot Blake Miller stumbles into your hospital, you find yourself swept into a mafia turf war like no other. Are you strong enough to tame the devil within. ______________ S I M U L A I S A B E L L A 'R e i z l' Montreal After a successful surgery I went straight to the Reception desk. "Ughh..These back and forth surgeries are slowly killing me." I said bowing. "I need to talk to the Chief of Surgery. There must be a Trauma Surgeon who is better than me----" "Dr. Reiszl!" I heard a call to me that made me look up and I was surprised to see that it was Veronica who is my friend and is also a Surgeon but she is in another district and she is just visiting, I raised my hand to say HI and smiled at her. "Yeeeshhh. No offense, Dr. Rei, but you look like crap. When was the last time you got some shut-eye!" it said with a laugh that made me wince. "Maybe..around fifty thousand consultations ago." I said still nodding. I grabbed my hair out of frustration. "Ugh, it's just been crazy!" I cried and he just laughed at me. "You know that John Domez earlier? That's the sixth GSW I've had to deal with this week!" I said here. Veronica's eyes widened as she looked at the patient file. "Why?" I asked so he turned to me. "Nothing!" he said laughingly making me frown. "What are you not telling me huh?" I asked, making him gasp. "Well, it's just...you ever heard of the Miller?" he asked and I frowned. "That's sound familliar...where did I hear that name?" I asked while stroking my chin with my finger while thinking. "They're basically the mafia family who run the entire city." it said and I was stunned. "Wait, what did you say mafia family?" and it nodded. "Ugh, great---more mobster." I said then I looked up. "Wait, you've met them before?" it asked. "Well, I just heard." I just said. "Yeah, well, these guys? They're the real deal. Scary as sh*t, and the rumor is Miller's family are trying to expand their turf." he said and I shook my head. "So why now? If their family is really infamous, why are they trying to expand it now and not before, right?" I said that it seems that I am not really satisfied with those mafia mafias. "Well...between you and I, I think it's because they are making preparations for the new mob leader." it said. "And who?" I will ask. "My guess is Blake Miller. And word on the street is that he's hot as he's deadly," he said excitedly. "Hot? How can a criminal be hot huh?" I asked annoyed. "Oh, come on Dr Reizl, think about it...Tangling limbs with a sexy, brooding don. It's like the ultimate fantasy." it said. "Well, thanks but no thanks." I said then I looked up. Veronica started laughing at me when suddenly a tall man entered the entrance. "Evening, ladies." it said smiling. I noticed his pale face and one of his hands inside his jacket as if covering something. "You mind directing me to the nearest bathroom?" it asked. I watched his handsome face which is probably means he's bad news, I took a deep breath and pointed to the bathroom. "Uh, sure..walk straight down this corridor and take a left, it's the second door on your right." I just said. "Thanks, Doc." he said smiling. I felt something strange when he gave me another look before walking down the corridor. "Dude, you should so totally go get that guy's number and bang his brains out---" "Veronica!" "Because if you don't, I will." he said smiling so I just shook my head. I noticed that man who suddenly turned right even though I told him to turn left. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚! "You know, Dr. Reizl----" "Hold that thought, Veronica. I'll be back." I said. I followed the man in the black jacket, and when I reached the corridor and turned right, I realized that he was gone. "Where did he go?!" I asked myself confused. I noticed the fire exit door and immediately opened it and it was dark inside but I still went in. The further I go, the darker it gets, making the hairs on the back of my neck rise, shocks! "Sh*t, it's dark. Why am I even doing---?" My heart hammers as a firm hand tugs me into the stairwell, pressing me against the wall. "Looking for me, Doc?" This question made me inhale. "You!---" He immediately put his palm in my mouth and brought a finger to his lips. "Shhh!" I immediately stared into his eyes, looking at me seriously. ___________