"Please I need to leave." I said my eyes watering as I stared into his cold eyes. "You arent fucking leaving this house Lia." He said before leaving me handcuffed to the bed. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ ✦ "𝐀 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝." ✦ ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ ⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Bodyguards Obsession 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ I slowly pushed myself upright in the bed, my breath catching as I looked at him. He stood by the window, his back to me, staring outside. "Did you think I wouldn't fucking find out?" he said, his voice low and rough, yet unnervingly calm. Fear curled through me. My hands tightened around the blanket as I fought to keep from shaking in fear. He knows... "That you're fucking pregnant." His voice rose slightly as he turned to face me, his dark eyes locking onto mine. The look in them made my stomach twist. I knew then that whatever he had planned for me, wasn't going to end well. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ Lia is a girl who tries her hardest not to fall apart when being hurt wherever she goes. A girl who once loved now was broken deep inside. She stays strong and only lives for one sole reason which is her child. ♡♡♡ Elijah is unhealthily obsessed with Lia the second he saw her and decided to make her his in the worst way possible, regardless of knowing hes the reason shes broken. Will he end up having lia by his side in the end? ♡♡♡ Killian didnt know as soon as he met the girl who his enemy wanted him to protect would be the same girl he'd be dangerously obsessed with at first sight. Protecting her became destroying anyone who hurt or touched her.

Three years ago, Eleanor was married off to billionaire Alexander Sinclair, a man whose striking looks hide a heart shaped by vengeance. Alexander believes Eleanor's father helped destroy the only woman he loved: Isla Johnson, who was kidnapped and murdered days after Eleanor became his wife. So he makes Eleanor pay with rules she can't break. A life she can't escape and a marriage that feels more like a prison than a promise. But when the men who started it all are gone, Alexander still doesn't set her free. He tightens the leash. Because Eleanor isn't just his revenge anymore. She's his obsession. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️: This story includes abusive relationship dynamics, severe power imbalance, coercive control, and a highly obsessive male lead. The female protagonist is in a situation where she is effectively trapped and not operating with full autonomy for significant portions of the story. It also includes sexual content involving coercion and morally questionable or non-consensual dynamics. This is a dark romance story and is not meant to be interpreted as a healthy relationship or idealized behavior. If you are uncomfortable with these themes, do not continue reading. This is the only warning provided. Read at your own risk.

Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.

I died on a cold marble floor with oysters burning in my throat. My name is Netra Verma Oberoi. This is not a love story. This is the story of how two men - one I was forced to marry, and one I once loved with all my heart - slowly, methodically, destroyed me until I chose silence over survival. From the day my parents sold me into a loveless, violent marriage to the final private dinner where I swallowed my own death, every chapter is soaked in my blood, tears, and quiet screams. Ranbir Oberoi broke my body. Sameer Chopra broke my soul. And I... I finally broke free in the only way left to me. If you have ever been silenced, used, or abandoned... this story will tear your soul apart. PS : Not a happy ending... It's brainrot

"let me go , please i want to go back to my mama , papa ..please s-" her wailing came to a pause when his hard and rough hand connected with her soft cheeks , and then found herself landing on the hard luxurious floor . "one word from you my little butterfly and i'll beat you until you are on the verge of death but don't worry i won't kill you, do you know why" the man bent over to his knees , his 6"3' frame towering over her 5"2 petite body . the poor girl sobbed uncontrollably , her cheeks red with the his brutal hit , and his eyes red with the amount of tears she had shed . "DO YOU KNOW WHY" he roared as he fisted her hairs painfully , the girl winched in pain "n-no" she somehow managed to utter those words . A smirk plastered on his handsome face . "because i love you my little butterfly" the man huskily whispered as he leaned closer to her ears and bit her earlobe . The girls breathe hitched in her throat and the only words that crossed her mind was 'please SAVE ME '

⚠️ Content Warning This story contains extremely dark themes, including: assault, attempted rape, depression, domestic violence, miscarriage, sexual abuse, stalking, statutory rape, suicide, torture, and violent death. It is a work of fiction exploring obsession, manipulation, and control. This story is not intended to romanticize or glorify abusive behavior. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Alex grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him, his eyes burning with possession and danger. "You're mine now," he growled. "My wife. My hidden bride. My possession. I'll take you whenever I want, however I want, wherever I want. And if you even flinch... you'll regret it." He pressed closer, his body radiating heat and dominance, his voice dripping with obsession. "Take off your clothes, Lara. Now." She trembled, frozen, tears streaming down her cheeks as he shoved her against the wall. "This isn't a cage," he sneered. "This is hell. And I'm the devil who will take you as I please. Whenever, wherever, however. Because you belong to me." Her fingers shook as they moved toward her blouse, every motion filled with fear, shame, and an impossible desire she couldn't name. He grabbed her roughly, pushing her onto the bed, climbing over her like a predator claiming his prey. His lips crashed against hers - not gentle, not forgiving - a kiss that punished, bruised, and demanded. "Spread your legs, my little wife," he hissed. "Or I'll make you." Every nerve in her body screamed. Every heartbeat betrayed her. And yet... she couldn't look away from the dark fire in his eyes. Because with him, fear and desire were inseparable.

In the heart of Paris, Eloise lives a beautiful life, a life she's always dreamed of. She has a loving family, a best friend, and a degree in cyber security. Her goal is simple: to make her parents proud, to stand on her own feet, to travel the world with her best friend. But fate has other plans. A trip to Italy to celebrate her success will change everything. One encounter, one night and Eloise will cross paths with the Marchesi brothers. Her kindness, her innocence, her very heart will become the most dangerous temptation of their lives. Will her world stay the same or will it shatter completely? Eloise Marie Bennett is smart, soft-hearted, and kind. But in the shadows of Milan, her light is about to meet darkness she cannot imagine. ● ● ● Meet the architects of her new reality: the Marchesi brothers. Nathan and Aaron Marchesi are legends of fear. Mafia kings whose names alone send shivers through governments, gangs, and the underworld. Ruthless, sadistic, and merciless, they take what they want and no one dares to refuse them. Their power is absolute, their desire uncontrollable. And then comes Eloise. One girl. One spark. One forbidden obsession that awakens a darkness even they cannot resist. She is everything they should never touch and yet everything they crave. Her refusal ignites a fire they will stop at nothing to satisfy. Every rule, every limit, every line they've ever known......will be broken. They will stop at nothing to make her theirs. To cage her, to control her, to break her gentle spirit and remake it in their image. In their world, love is ownership. Care is control. And freedom is a concept they will burn to the ground to erase from her mind. Will Eloise survive the obsession of two men who fear nothing? Or will their dark, relentless desire consume her completely.....body, heart, and soul? Read Prologue for detail description.

Elara Vance only wanted five minutes of silence. Instead, she walked into a dark library and found Cole and Cade King waiting inside. Identical twins. Billionaires. Untouchable. And completely, dangerously interested in her. She should have walked away and never seen them again. But the Kings don't forget what catches their attention. Especially when it tries to run. Elara believes she caught the attention of the King twins by accident. She couldn't be more wrong. Elara's ordinary life starts disappearing piece by piece-until the man she trusted most is given an offer he can't refuse. A price. For her. He accepts. Now Elara belongs to two men who own enough of the city to make escape feel impossible. Cade is violence barely disguised as affection. Cole is calm enough to make cruelty sound reasonable. One wants her fear. The other wants inside her head. And both of them want the same thing. Her. Elara keeps waiting for the brothers to turn against each other. Waiting for jealousy. Waiting for one of them to finally say: "She's mine." But she has misunderstood the King twins from the very beginning. They don't fight over what they want. They share it. Dark Romance Twin Obsession

"I love you," "Sshh, you're not worthy of it anymore."

He was intrigued first, amused next, and obsessed at last. For Sin, she was merely an assistant to one of his flings until the day she dared to meet his gaze. The moment their eyes collided, a thunderbolt of desire flushed through his veins, nearly knocking him off his feet. He had never seen a pair of eyes as breathtaking as hers. He was obsessed. With her every smile, the gangster found himself spiraling deeper into the depth of his obsession with her. Obsessed to the point nothing mattered to him anymore. He was determined to own her regardless of consequences; even if it meant breaking her. Nevaeh didn't know she was hugging the business tycoon Sin Volkov when she clung to that stranger to shield herself from the damned cockroach. She didn't know the man she sought protection from was a cold-blooded murderer. And that she had caught his interest. Obsession is fatal but it gets all the more twisted when it involves a mafia lord who knows no fear. Delbe into a love story conspired by a cockroach and reinforced by butterflies.