When a victim seeks out for the best advocate, he accepts to fight for her in return for sex as his fees. Anandi, a woman who lost it all, her sick mother hospitalised and her once a rich businessman father in jail fighting for justice. Anandi was a privileged daughter who got everything, got treated like a princess but everything changed when his father's business got bankrupted and he was put to jail, mother who couldn't handle it anymore got sick and bedridden. unaware of how the world works she goes to the high court and decides to take help from the best prosecuter, she expected a high fees but in return he wanted nothing more than her body. Things might sound easy, A poor woman and a rich man, first sex then love then happy ending. but every night she spends with him, she feels like he has more agenda than he reveals, something dark and dangerous for her, why does his eyes hold hatred for her? as he passionately thrusts inside her? is he just a stranger? or a man from the past she can't remember.

❝𝗞𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲̨𝗿, 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴..❞ What happens when rage and obsession collide? Neither of them wanted marriage. But destiny rarely asks for permission. Especially when it's fueled by bullets, betrayal, and a twisted kind of devotion. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗮𝘆 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗢𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗶, is rage personified. The heir to an empire of guns and gold, he's the eldest son of a feared mafia family. Possessive, unpredictable, and unforgiving-he doesn't just protect what's his, he owns it. After rejecting nineteen marriage proposals, he reluctantly agrees to one... for reasons only his blood-stained heart understands. 𝗥𝗮𝗮𝘃𝗶 𝗥𝗼𝘆 has a temper just as volatile. The only daughter of London's businessman Omkara Roy, she has no interest in Indian traditions or being controlled. But when she's forced to return to India for a marriage she didn't agree to, her world turns chaotic. She just wanted her freedom. Not a husband with eyes full of fire and fists that have tasted blood. This isn't your typical arranged marriage romance. This is obsession, wrapped in tradition and sealed with danger. -𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗟𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗰𝘆 2 ⋆༺ ٠࣪⭑ ༻⋆

NEEDS MAJOR MAJOR EDITING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.WROTE IT WHEN I WAS NEW TO WRITING AND DIDN'T KNOW ANY BASICS (Re-uploading) Inside the shower she stood there completely drenched with water flowing over her, tied hands over her head , hairs sticking to her face, white shirt acting as a second skin revealing her black bra . She again whimpered pathetically "please" While he stood there only in his sweatpants with eyes boring holes over her head. Suddenly he moved forwars and jerked her by her wais pulling her to him he hissed in her ear "why were you hugging him amore. "By now she was sobbing. "ANSWER ME" He yelled making the poor soul more scared. She still didn't answer. He chuckled darkly "So you won't answer? Ok then you have two options.either I kill him or I punish you. "Her fearful orbs met with his raging ones. " Please don't" "No sweetheart I warned you but you didn't listen so now bear the consequence"

"NEVER AND I MEAN NEVER let anyone other than me see you in such little clothes. Have I made myself clear tesoro? " His husky voice dialed down by an octave as he spoke directly into my ear, making me shudder. His hand held firmly unto my hips as he pressed his bare chest against the thin covering of my black laced push up bra, forcing my back against the cold wall, goosebumps spread all over my olive skin. He steps back and I inhaled sharply, realising I hadn't been breathing. .・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・ Jasmine Scott; is a brown haired olive beauty, with a curvy body, slender waist and full chests. The epitome of beauty With a troubled childhood full of hell Jasmine is suffering currently with the burden of her parents choices, drowning in the abyss of her demons. Damon Blackwood; Is a self made billionaire, handsome, the most sought out bachelor in the whole New York city, drop dead gorgeous would best describe him. He is the sole owner to the Black's Empire, being only 27,Damon is not your ordinary billionaire. Whatever Damon Black desires, he gets. And the same goes for Jasmine Scott when he lays eyes on her for the first time, his desire and passion is directed to her and only her. With the demons threatening to come back to haunt Jasmine, will she be able to get rid of them? She can't deny the unmissable force that's pulling her to Damon, every single time things turn upside down whenever he's around, she looses her composure and becomes vulnerable. When a contract binds the two together for six months, what happens when their sparks fly? The sexual tension rises... Will Damon be a possible obstacle for Jasmine's freeedom? Or will their fiery passion ignite her dark skies? Read and find out how Jasmine copes 𝘽𝙀𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙄𝙎..... The moment he laid eyes on her He knew she had to be his ..... She was his obsession He was her dilemma ....... ;contains mature content Read at your own risk!

Cassian Drevault is a prisoner of his own madness. Born into a kingdom of cruelty and cold control, he wears his legacy like chains - and beneath the polished mask, he punishes himself for every tear Ziva Mace sheds. Three years ago, she stained his world with a single careless spill. Since then, she has been his obsession, his torment, the fracture in his fractured soul. She doesn't remember him. She never knew the man who watches her from the shadows, who lures her into a gilded cage beneath his cold estate's iron gates. He cages her body with iron rules, surveillance, and ruthless demand. But she cages his soul with silent defiance. Every tear she refuses to shed, he bleeds thrice over. Every act of resistance, he scars himself in the dark, invisible to the world. To the outside, he is the captor - the man who owns her. But in the prison of obsession and pain, the roles are blurred. She is the jailer. He is the captive. And in this poisoned dance of possession, love is a weapon, agony a currency, and freedom a cruel illusion neither can afford. --- "He built a cage of walls and whispers - but she holds the key to his prison." "She is the lock he cannot pick, the silence he cannot break." "In the end, captivity is not about chains - it's about who holds your soul."

After a brutal car accident wipes five years of Evelyn's memory, she wakes up in the arms of a stranger - a man who claims to be her husband. Ryan, a man feared by many for his ruthless nature, has only ever shown Evelyn his gentler side - the side that worships her. Now, with her memories lost and her emotions overwhelming her, Evelyn sees Ryan as nothing but a stranger. Determined to win her back, Ryan fights to rekindle the love they once shared - but will her 5 year back self willingly accept her today choice ,to him.........to know more dig into "My Obsessed Husband".

> He saw her once-and that was enough. Elena Rivers was just a waitress at a high-end gala she didn't belong to, filling in for someone else's shift. She didn't know her spilled glass of champagne would be the moment Damien Vale-billionaire, recluse, and dangerously obsessive-noticed her. He never spoke to her. Not then. But he watched. And when he wanted her closer, he made it happen. Now, Elena is working directly under him, unaware that the life she thinks she controls is already entangled in the hands of a man who doesn't just want her-he needs her. He's patient. He's powerful. And he's been planning this from the moment she walked into his view.

They called it blasphemy. A sin against God. A disgrace against blood. The news headlines twisted her name like a curse. Muslim Girl Marries Two Brothers in Secret Ceremony. Father Disowns Daughter Over Immoral Union. Religious Extremists and Feminists Clash in Street Protests. But none of them knew the truth. Not the journalists who stalked her outside the courthouse. Not the clerics who spat fire from the pulpit. Not the activists who used her face for posters, never asking if she even agreed with them. They didn't know about the long nights with one brother's rage burning her skin-and the other's cold touch wrapping around her heart like barbed wire. They didn't know how it started-not with love, but with survival. They didn't know that once, she believed in God more than anything. And now? Now, she stood in front of a grave with no name. Black veil pulled tight. A Qur'an in her hand. Two wedding rings on her finger. Behind her, they stood-her husbands. One with blood on his hands. The other with secrets behind his eyes. She would never be the same girl again. But she was still alive. Still burning. And if the world wanted a monster? She would give them one. ---

Found by mistake. Claimed by shadows. And in Poland's underworld, even innocence has a price. When quiet college student Elara Wisniewska is taken by the Valecki family, she steps into a world of blood, power, and secrets she was never meant to see. The ruthless heir, Marek Valecki, wants her. His sister, Katarzyna, craves her. And the deeper Elara is pulled into their shadows, the harder it becomes to escape. In the world of blood and debt, the greatest currency is sin. ---

"I will protect you, even from yourself. I will love you, even when you resist. I will never let you go, no matter how hard you try to run. You can fight, you can scream, you can beg-but I will always find you, always bring you back to where you belong... with me. In life and in death, in joy and in suffering, you are mine. Forever. Until the world turns to dust and even after. And if anything-or anyone-dares to come between us, I will burn the earth itself to keep you by my side. Say yes, my love. Say yes, because there is no other answer." *** What did I do to deserve this? I used to believe I had control-my life, my choices, my fate. But nothing could prepare me for the nightmare I'm now tangled in. Every truth I thought I knew has unraveled, exposed for the lie it always was. What I once held dear no longer matters in a world where the unknowns consume me. Now, I'm trapped. Not just by the chains of my own fear, but by him. The devil incarnate-wrapped in the skin of a God, his beauty like a razor's edge, sharp enough to tear through my sanity. His eyes, cold as hell's depths, and yet they burn with a darkness I can't escape. He calls me his. Mine, he whispers, like a promise and a threat all at once. I can feel it-the weight of his gaze, the twisted game he plays with my mind. There's no mercy here, no compassion, only a perverse kind of obsession that claws at my every thought. I don't know if I want to escape anymore, or if I just want to survive him. I'm drowning in a storm of desire and fear, suffocated by the very thing that pulls me deeper into his world. I could run, but where would I go? There's no escape from a monster whose love is as dangerous as his hate. It's a game of survival now-either I learn how to endure the suffocating attention of a psychopath, or I break. Either way, I'm doomed. But as much as I hate him, I crave him. And that... that may be the worst curse of all.