Love's Captive: Pregnant With The Tycoon's Heir

exact time it took Sienna Moore to

he packed what truly mattered: Mila's faded stuffed bunny, her favorite storybooks, the crayons she loved, and the small knitted blanket that had kep

doorframe at the thirty-minute mark, Sienna yank

the man announced, his

in the back of an immense armored SUV, holding Mila against her chest. The little girl, oblivious to the abyss ope

?" Mila whispered, pointing at the chauff

, kissing the top of her daughter's head and swall

fectly matched the colossal Gulfstream G650 waiting on the tarmac. On the tail of the aircraft, a styliz

cheap cotton clothes and the opulence inside hit Sienna like a slap. The jet was a miniature palace: cream leather seats t

s already

off his coat, and his white shirt was stretched taut across the muscles of his chest and shoulders. He didn't even look up whe

is voice deep and resonant in the cabin's pe

dropped into the adjoining seat. When the Rolls-Royce engines roared to life, Sienna closed her eyes as the force of the

bsolute. Sienna stared out the window, her mind a whirlw

s not made

bored with the stillness, her small, nimble fingers found the red release button on her seatbelt. At the metall

stepping around the mahogany table, until she

heart s

w!" she whispered urgently, fu

olute command, and Sienna froze. Slowly, the magnate lowered his table

chest and tilted her head, studying him with an analyt

presidents," Mila declared, her childish voice

irst time that morning, the tension in his jaw

as if speaking to an equal. "It's like being a king, but I built my own

processing the

wrinkle here," she said, reaching out a chubby finger to point between Nik

efore Nikolai Volkov. One wrong word in his presence could mean financial ruin. And her da

aut and suffocating. Sienna braced for the outburst of rage, for the

utburst n

rely a millimeter. A nearly imperceptible flash of astonishment and... something that looked terrifyingly

g lady," Nikolai ordered, his eyes never

Mr. Vo

returning to her mother, she scrambled up onto the

fear of lawyers or legal threats. From her seat, she could see both of them in profile. The s

ildren, was watching Mila with a devouring fascination. He saw in her not only his blood

passed in that new, unsettling normal. Mila drank her apple juice and asked Nikolai endless questions about how fast the plane was flying and why the clouds looked like cotton. He answered each one with cli

touched down smoothly at a

lusive, wooded hills of upstate New York. As they left the city behind and moved deeper onto ro

foot stone walls. Security cameras tracked their every movement. The gates opened with a slow, mechani

e drive stood th

gray stone, black steel, and vast smoked-glass windows that reflected the stormy sky. The architecture was cold

e columns. An army of immaculately uniformed staff already waited on

against the gray day. Then he turned toward Sienna, who was still clutch

ld no warmth; it was the formal declarati

the immense stone facade, she knew she had entered the Russian magnate's golden cage. And for the first time in