[Sexual +18] امرأة كاملة، متفردة، تحاول ان تحمي ما تبقى في قلبها من نور، ورجل كالرماد الحار، يحترق داخله، ويحرق من يقترب منه. وجوده غيمة فوق حياتها، أحياناً يظللها دفئاً، وأحياناً يبللها بريحٍ قاسية، لا تُحتمل. قربه ألمٌ يستعصي نسيانه، وبُعده جرحٌ يغور في الأعماق، لا يُشفى، لا يُنسى. رغباته سوداوية، مليئة بالظلال والسرائر، ومع ذلك ميتم بحبها، حباً قاتلاً، حباً يقتات على العذاب. هو أسير عالمه المظلم، لا يملك خيار الرحيل، وهي تحاول أن تبني لنفسها سماءً بعيدة عنه، لكن جذبه لا يترك مجالاً للهرب، وعلى كل خطوة، يتسلل الظل، يتسلل الرماد، يتسلل اللهيب. كل لحظة معها نار، وفراقها جرح، ولا شيء بينهما إلا الحب المستحيل، الذي يلتهم الروح، ويتركها حطاماً من رمادٍ وذهب.

He pinned me against the wall, his hand on my throat and his lips on my neck. 'Run,' he said. 'I'll just drag you back.' I should hate him. I'm terrified of him. So why does my body betray me every time he whispers my name? He warned me once: "This city protects me, not you." Now I believe him. When I went to the police to escape Aleksandr Markov's relentless obsession, my sister was framed and locked up. When I tried to run, he bought my workplace and became my boss. When I begged him to let me go, he whispered in my ear with his lips pressed to my neck: "You're mine, My little dove. Struggle all you want-I'll keep you until you stop fighting... or until you break." But the scariest part? The longer I'm trapped in his cage, the less I want to leave. A billionaire villain. A powerless heroine. A game of power, obsession, and desire where losing means surrendering everything-including your heart.

"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