"Noooo" I cried as I desperately prayed to be anywhere else but here. I struggled in the painful grip, my face was yanked upward forcefully through my hair. 
There were those eyes, the eyes that watched me live in hell every single second, the eyes that smiled at my pain and misery, the eyes of the monster I ran away from. 
"Long time no see, little snow." 
My heart dropped in terror as I stared into the familiar face that haunted my nightmares. SHATTERED REPUBLISHING ❤️

" I will fuck you whenever and however I want to, and you will take it like a good wife you are." Trigger Warning- Abuse, Violence, Blood, Gore, Rape, Substance Abuse, Miscarriage. Proceed with caution or don't.

Irina came to the city with quiet hopes and a heart still untouched by the cruelty of the world. She never meant to stand out. But she did-to the wrong man. Louis Velinova doesn't live in headlines. He lives in shadows. A powerful, unseen owner of a corporate empire, untouchable by law, unknown to the public. To most, he doesn't exist. To Irina, he became god and executioner. He stole her from everything she knew. He buried the people she loved. He twisted her days into silence and her nights into survival. And he called it love. He told her she was his. He made her bleed and kneel and shatter. All with the quiet, methodical obsession of a man who had been broken long before he broke her. But Irina never became him. She never became cruel. She became patient. This isn't a love story. It's the slow, sharp tale of a girl who was hunted-and the man who thought she could never strike back. He created the ending with his own hands. She just delivered it.

She was never his to take, but he claimed her anyway. In the ruthless Baldwin world, power is law, and obsession consumes all. A young girl, stripped of freedom, becomes their prey in a brutal game of possession. Ray, the cold heir, burns with twisted desire to own her. Azar, the rebel, fights to make her submit. To the Baldwins, she is more than a girl-she's their obsession, their fortune, their possession. In a house ruled by darkness, love is a weapon, escape is a lie, and only one will win. But will it be the right one-or the wrong?

Warning ~ Sexual scenes and bloody hell messes, not for the faint hearted but you wouldn't be here if you were!!!! Sooo enjoy my dark romance angels!!! "She belongs to me, mine to use, mine to take, mine to manipulate and mine to re-build" ~Nikolia Vercetti "I will never be his, I'm not a possession he can claim" ~Sofia Caruso

A mute girl finds herself entwined with a powerful mafia billionaire who becomes dangerously obsessed with her. Despite her silence, his intense feelings compel him to pursue her relentlessly, ultimately forcing her into a marriage she never desired caging her in his world. A broken soul will be broken more by a Sinner. This Sinner who loves sinning without repenting.... ...without remorse. Join the journey of the mute with her Sinner by reading this Story. **IT'S A DARK ROMANCE STORY WILL CONTAIL 18+ SCENES, VIOLENCE, ABUSE, NON CONSENT SCENES AND SWEARINGS 🤬. I DON'T SUPPORT ANY OF THEM. SO IF Ur UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE AVOID THIS STORY. THANKS***

**𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳** Panic surges through me, and before I know it, I'm turning on my heel, trying to run, to escape the impending punishment. I barely make it a few steps before I feel his hand clamp down on my hair, yanking me back with terrifying force. "Going somewhere, little girl?" "P-please let g- ahh! Please! H-Hurts me!" "Afraid, are we now, baby?" His voice is a snarl now, filled with fury. "L-leave m-me," tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I'm scared of him, scared of what he'll do to my friend, scared of what he'll do to me. His grip on my hair tightens and I wince, choking back a sob. "Oh, why? Don't you like my hands on you, baby?" He mocks hurt that instantly turns back into anger. "But you were fine when that fucker touched you, ain't that right?" Then he pulls a silver knife out of his suit, twirling it lazily between his ink-covered knuckles and my blood freezes at the sight of that psychotic grin. ***** People quaked with fear at the sound of his name and me along with them. He was Demetrios 'the God' Nikolayev and he was first in command of Russian mafia. He was a true psychopath who enjoyed hurting people, and I hated him for that. The worst thing - he owned me. "Try to accept the darkness, because from now on, it will be your only light." I tried so hard, but I couldn't understand it back then. How possibly can darkness be light? ***** This is not a vanilla romance but a dark, toxic, perverted, obsessive story. The book contains mature themes such as foul language, bdsm, sexual and abusive content, kinks, blood, manipulation, etc. Please keep that in mind.

"Do you think you can get away from me, huh?" He asked striding towards her. She trembled at his intimidating voice trying to free her hand from the chains. "P-please...i-i am s-sorry.... Don't hurt m-me..." She begged him trembling in fear. The dominant inside him groaned in satisfaction looking at her helpless tied up form. He bend down to her level and whispered in her ear making her shiver "time for punishment, sweetheart."