The Billionaire's Captive

Prologue

Rosanne prologue

I, Rosanne Brook, currently 21 years old was born in Pennsylvania; Washington. My parents were not planning on any more children after having three sons in a row but what could be done about fate, I was fated to plunge into this unwelcoming world. My dada has been happiest since then but I couldn’t say anything nicer about my mama who had always considered me an extra child and also treated me as such. I am eleven years younger than my older brother. Dada never made me deprived of anything; he always supported me for my decisions and academic priorities and that is the very reason that I’m here working in a qualified media firm in Pennsylvania as a professional photographer.

My parents passed away when I was turning 18, about to complete college, and left me at the mercy of my ruthless brothers who never cared to even consider me their younger sister nor treated me in any good way or made me felt secure in their presence. Being born to a poor family has never been a shame to me unlike my brothers; who happened to leave me in the custody of my uncle just after the death of our parents. I started a job as an internee in a firm recommended by my college. The relationships lacking were never a problem for me as I only had dada to look to and tend to and now I had nothing to trail my path to.

Of course, I was not lucky enough to live in peace now when my father has left me. My uncle happened to be my mother’s second cousin, with whom I was left in custody by my beloved and caring brothers, who tried to r**e me twice. I reported against him and got him arrested. Till then I had turned 18, had a paid internship, so I rented an apartment with two of my colleagues and tried to bring myself back in place. After a year of devouring my services, the company hired me as a professional photographer and life seemed slightly close to perfection.

I have never been in any relationship or even friendship with boys or even girls. I have a clear vision in my life after experiencing the closest relationships turning to ash in front of me, I have the least expectations, I keep myself reserved and stringent, not allowing anyone to come in my life and tearing it apart. I think it's better this way. I have never been outside the locale for business purposes but recently Mr. Somber provided me with a permit to wander around different targeted states of the US and bring all sorts of details regarding the upcoming project of social conscience. I was damn excited for my tour extended over a month. I have been accompanied by Robert, a senior photographer and we have covered almost half of the targeted locales in two weeks. I’m hoping to get my job done in every possible superlative way and looking forward to what life has to offer ahead from its endless treasures!

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Gabriel prologue

Armstrong has ruled Burlington for over 50 years now. No single heir has been lucky enough to rule it all to himself; brothers have killed each other just to take the throne to themselves. Only I, Gabriel Armstrong have been lucky enough to claim this legacy and power all to me, owing to the fact that my parents couldn’t bear any more children. The modernist century, 20th century belongs to me and my heirs only if I change my mind on not to bear any children. I’m 29 years old and excited as hell to enter my thirties as they say you're the strongest in your thirties.

I was 22 years old when I completed my graduation from London and returned to my kingdom. Things didn’t exactly turn out as they were expected to; I was not handed over with the legacy by my father instead it was passed on to me on the death of my parents. They say it was a car accident but I say it was planned. The conspiracies were enough to lash me out of my rightful place considering my age and devoided parental support but little did they know that I had been trained for this s**t since the very moment I got out of my mother’s womb. They call me a heavenly beast and I don’t agree any less with them; I have encountered murders of my enemies, I have been convicted with a list of sins and I’m a declared warrior of all times for the reasonable use of my power and senses.

I don’t usually go out of my mansion I like it better to enjoy the bashes inside. Women have never been my weakness; I please and enjoy them whenever my nerves ask me to, I exploit them and make their nights better at least once in their lives. Though there was a woman once who marked me with love made me feel something different I guess, but you know what fate never plays fair with you, it’s always a filthy game which I don’t mind now. I don’t keep friends rather I enjoy the company of my enemies; they keep me sane and make me stronger by realizing what it is like to remain in supremacy. Still, I wait for the strongest enemy of my life, I want to see if there is any left to distract me from this power lust, I want someone to challenge me on my grounds, I really want to see someone snatch everything away from me because that is the only way I would estimate and reckon the passion of my power; I want to see if I’m the strongest of them all or not!