
From Captive To Queen
Jennifer Cooper · Ongoing · 43.6k Words
Introduction
Then she opened her mouth and shattered that illusion.
“Are you trying to sleep with me? Why are you staring at me?”
After a night of passion, she woke up and calmly eyed his abs like she was appraising merchandise.
“Here’s your tip. Thank you for your work last night!” she smirked, a dollar bill tucked between her fingers.
Does she think I am a gigolo? Tyler sneered.
Then one day, a message from Ellie lit up his phone:
[I’m getting engaged. Are you going to take me away? Gigolo?]
He scrambled to his feet, rushing to the engagement ceremony.
This time, no one could stop him from taking her.
Chapter 1
In a private room, a woman sat before an easel with a brush in her hand. The stillness stood in stark contrast to the bustling wedding below.
She faced away from the door, absorbed in her painting—a depiction of a wedding scene.
When she glanced up, the man who’d stumbled in froze.
So beautiful!
His Adam’s apple moved.
His name was Tyler Torres, and he was merely accompanying a friend to the hotel wedding. He’d never expected to find a woman of such breathtaking beauty in a place like this.
“Truly a beauty, except for the painting!” he murmured, shaking his head slightly.
CRACK!
The woman threw the paintbrush to the floor, smearing the lipstick on her lips.
A blood-red skull suddenly appeared on her painting. Its eyes burned like the fires of hell.
“Brilliant! Absolutely! The hell in it! This is fantastic!” Tyler remarked.
The woman turned around calmly, looking him up and down.
The man wore a bathrobe and hotel slippers. Tall and imposing, his hair was half-dry and swept back. Through the open robe, his pectorals were visible.
“Single?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes.” He nodded.
Her gaze drifted downward and settled on his chest.
“Want to sleep with me?” she asked.
What?! Did I mishear?
He froze, meeting her sharp eyes.
“No? Then forget it,” she said lightly, turning around.
Tyler watched as she opened the door and stepped out.
He tugged at the collar of his bathrobe, following her into the hallway.
Did she draw with her right hand at the beginning?
Why did she toss the brush with her left hand after finishing the skull?
He paused in the corridor, watching her stride straight toward a handsome attendant.
Just as she was about to speak to him—
Tyler rushed forward, pulling her into his arms.
She looked at him coldly.
“Yes, go ahead,” he smirked, scanning her face and figure.
Then he hoisted her onto his shoulder and strode away.
⸻
In the private room,
A group pushed the door open, erupting into chaos.
“Oh my God! Who did this?!”
“What a waste! The painting was so beautiful!”
“That skull is terrifying! Who scribbled all over it?!”
“Damn it! Where the hell did Ellie Ward go? She stole the spotlight at my wedding and now ignores the painting!” the bride, Nora Ward, yelled.
⸻
In the private presidential suite,
Tyler carried Ellie into the room with one arm and flung her onto the bed.
He ripped open the fabric between them, kissing her roughly.
His hand settled at the nape of her neck – — a quiet command more than force.
He slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders.
His palm traced downward until the clasp of her undergarment snapped open.
His kisses moved to her collarbone and chest, leaving clear marks.
He reached out and switched off the light.
In the darkness, his movements abruptly halted.
He frowned.
He switched the light back on and scrutinized her, disbelief written across his face.
“First time?” he asked.
“Is there a problem?” Ellie smiled faintly.
“Are you crazy?” Tyler stared at her.
“No.”
“Then why didn’t you say anything?” He frowned.
“What’s there to say?”
“If you’d told me it was your first time, I’d have been more gentle.”
“Does it matter? Isn’t it all the same?”
“What’s wrong with you? Are you out of your mind?” He locked eyes with her.
“My mind is perfectly fine,” she said calmly, meeting his gaze. “So, shall we continue?”
He fell silent for a long moment, finally looking away.
Too late to stop now…
He switched off the light again.
He leaned down, kissing her—this time slow, deliberate.
His hands glided over her body, moving carefully, feeling the tension beneath her skin.
Under his patient guidance, her body gradually relaxed, her breathing turning ragged.
She began to lose herself.
In the darkness, a moan slipped from her throat.
He thrust forward, entering her.
On the brink of surrender, his scorching breath brushed her ear as he whispered, “Is it the same now?”
Ignoring him, she buried her face into his shoulder.
Her fingers tightened, leaving marks down his back.
“Are you always this gentle in bed? It doesn’t match your appearance,” Ellie smiled faintly.
“It’s also my first time,” Tyler said hoarsely.
It stunned Ellie.
Tyler moved with such lightness, almost unnervingly careful.
After a while, he stopped, rolled over, and carried her to the side with one hand.
“Go ahead?”
“Can I turn on the light? I want to see you,” he asked in a low voice.
She reached out and quietly turned on the bedside lamp.
Warm light spilled across her, illuminating her graceful form.
However, Tyler closed his eyes.
“Didn’t you want to see?” she asked, looking at him.
He turned his head away, then looked back at her after a moment.
She laughed softly as he kissed her.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“I like you.”
“Like me? You don’t even know my name.”
“I like your kisses.” Her gaze remained cool, even as their bodies drew close.
“You truly have no heart,” he murmured, kissing her eyelids softly.
His kiss slid down to her lips as one of his hands shielded her.
“What are you afraid of?” Ellie chuckled.
“Afraid of hurting you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head to meet his lips.
Truly fascinating man!
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Last Updated: 4/26/2026#46 Chapter 46 Here to Steal the Bride?
Last Updated: 4/26/2026#45 Chapter 45 The Forced Engagement Party
Last Updated: 4/26/2026#44 Chapter 44 The Funeral
Last Updated: 4/26/2026#43 Chapter 43 Imprisoned
Last Updated: 4/26/2026#42 Chapter 42 You Crazy Woman!
Last Updated: 4/26/2026#41 Chapter 41 She's a Bit of a Mystery
Last Updated: 4/26/2026#40 Chapter 40 Snap Out of It
Last Updated: 4/26/2026#39 Chapter 39 A Call from a Stranger
Last Updated: 4/26/2026#38 Chapter 38 I'll Propose in Another Week
Last Updated: 4/26/2026
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