Kidnapped by my Enemy
Imagine getting kidnapped by your enemy. Trust me! It is as exciting as it sounds. You may be thinking I have lost my mind for getting excited when I am kidnapped. I swear it wasn't planned by me. The thing is by getting kidnapped I was able to escape my arranged marriage. And... My enemy turned out to be an incredibly handsome prince. ________________________ The romance part will start from chapter 50 Every gift will be appreciated with additional chapters. ________________________ Please support my new novel. "The badass Wife of a Hot Billionaire"
Arianna/Thea
As he flashed a dazzling smile, I couldn't help but feel momentarily captivated by his charm. He was a handsome man probably in his 30s. He was in a white tunic and black pants with a green robe.
Despite my instincts urging me to leave, I found myself rooted to the spot, unable to tear my gaze away from him.
There was something about him that held me in place, an inexplicable pull that went beyond mere curiosity. It was as if he possessed an unspoken power, one that commanded my attention.
As he approached me, I felt an odd urge to smile back at him, to be welcoming and amicable. His friendly demeanor only intensified the desire to reciprocate in kind. But beneath the surface, a lingering sensation of unease gnawed at me, warning me that something was amiss.