Maeva took charge of my dreams. Melted me with a simple glance. My affection for her grew in secret because she wasn't mine, she was my brother's. Until he ruined everything. Left her heartbroken beyond repair. Now, it's my turn to show her what love is supposed to look like... from one lover to another. [Update each Tuesday at 10:00 AM CET]

When the most ruthless king, after conquering nearly the entire kingdom, captures a princess bound to him not by blood, but by destiny - a fragile soul against a man of stone - what unfolds next is a tale written in fire and fate. Story from the 1350s __________ His voice dropped further, a cold growl vibrating through the chamber. "Do you even realize," he snarled, "Who are you pointing that blade at?" His words cracked in the still air. "I could finish you with a snap of my fingers, foolish girl." He leaned in-not forward, not risking the blade-but with a shift of presence, reminding her of the power he carried like a second skin. "As my wife," he continued, each word laced with warning, "You are meant to obey. You are to be quiet. You are to do as commanded." A beat. His eyes narrowed. "Now put the dagger down and get into that bed... before I lose the last of my patience and pass your death sentence myself." The threat hung heavily in the air. But she did not move. And neither did the dagger pressed to his chest-The first weapon ever to make Rudravardhan Singh Rathore pause. "Wife." The word left Ratanpriya's lips not as a title... but as mockery. A blade dipped in quiet contempt. "Don't you know," she said, her voice low and level beneath the veil, "A Kshatriya princess chooses her own husband? And I..." A breath, cold as steel. "...never chose you." Rudravardhan's jaw tightened. His eyes darkened. In a flash, the dagger was ripped from her hand and sent clattering into the far corner of the chamber. His grip seized her wrist-one arm trapped painfully behind her back, the other pinned against the stone railing. Her back pressed against his chest, each breath of his a storm rolling through her stillness. "You accept or not," he hissed, voice burning against her veil, "I am your husband. And I am your fate."

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆ This story is not standalone. It is based on a character from another story. It's about a girl who has been overshadowed by her sister's beauty but has managed to keep herself from turning bitter. She has suffered enough-now it's time for her to find happiness. The first book is Khushi: His Lawless Love.

❝Marriage doesn't need love, but it cannot survive without respect and loyalty.❞ Vrinda Malhotra never expected a fairy tale, but she also never imagined being bound in a marriage where love was never promised. Strong yet reserved, she walks into a world where she is unwanted-by the man who now calls her his wife. Advait Singhania is ruthless, powerful, and emotionally unattainable. Forced into a marriage he never desired, he is convinced Vrinda is just another gold digger. Cold and distant, he warns her to expect nothing from him. But when indifference turns to intrigue, and distance turns into a pull neither can resist, their carefully built walls start to crack. As Advait struggles with the ghosts of his past and Vrinda refuses to lose herself in a loveless bond, an unspoken connection begins to take root. He never wanted a wife. She never asked for love. Yet, somewhere along the way, he became her solace. Will they find a home in each other, or will their pasts break them apart? ✨ A slow-burn romance filled with tension, emotions, and the beauty of finding love in the most unexpected places. ✨ #ForcedMarriage #SlowBurn #PossessiveML #LoveAfterMarriage #EmotionalRomance

She stood, a smirk curling her lips, her gaze sharp enough to cut through steel. "You may command the world, Lucifer, but I know how to set that very world on fire." Lucifer's eyes darkened, a dangerous glint sparking in their depths. He stepped closer, his grip firm as he pulled her into the shadow of his power. "Then burn me, Fiore," he whispered, his voice like smoke and sin. "I'll worship the ashes."

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

She knew no matter where she will go he will always find her. His dark promises never left her but it was enough to fuel her desire for escape.

"He's her husband by fate, but she's more than just a wife to him-she's his obsession. Ibrahim and Sara's arranged marriage was meant to be a simple formality, but when Ibrahim returns from five years abroad, it's anything but ordinary. Ibrahim's possessiveness over Sara is undeniable-every glance, every touch, every word is laced with a fierce protectiveness that goes beyond love. Sara, young and independent, is shocked by his sudden affection and his jealousy over even the smallest interactions with other men. Ibrahim's cold, distant exterior hides a heart that's terrified of losing her, but he's never been one to show weakness. As they navigate their complicated marriage, Sara discovers that beneath Ibrahim's tough exterior lies a man who would go to any lengths to keep her safe, cherished, and by his side. Torn between his fear of showing too much affection and the overwhelming desire to keep Sara close, Ibrahim struggles to balance his possessiveness with the love he's slowly learning to give. As they clash, argue, and face their fears together, they begin to see that their bond is deeper than they thought. A story of love, jealousy, and the journey of two people who were once strangers finding their way to each other-this is a tale of marriage, possessiveness, and the transformative power of love. If you believe in fierce protectiveness, second chances, and the kind of love that makes you lose control, this is the story for you." ✨Tropes✨: Arranged marriage Possessive husband over-protective husband jealousy slow burn

16 year old Seraphina Deyaz lives alone without any authority or guidance but all this changes due to one careless mistake. The Sinclair family is known for their brutality and unforgiving nature throughout the whole world, they rule both the business and underworld with an iron fist with no room for mistakes. The Sinclair family believes in family above everything but what will happen when one phone call changes everything.