"If you could ask the Devil a question, what would it be?" - - - ••• Alexander Romano ••• Handsome. Charming. Deranged. Psychotic. Obsessive. Controlling. Sinister. Cold. Those are the only few words that can be used to describe such a person, if one can even call him that. He gets what he wants, when he wants it. He has everyone wrapped around his fingers, like they're his personal puppets. ••• Laila Khan ••• Beautiful. Graceful. Shy. Kind. Compassionate. Affectionate. Spiritual. Warm. Everything she does moves everyone around her in awe. Her heart is made of pure gold, there is no denying that. She never asks anyone for anything that would cause inconvenience. She's the first person to sacrifice her own needs for other's happiness. - - - Alexander's next target, his next want, his next plaything is Laila Khan. The second he laid eyes on her untouched, innocent frame, he knew he wanted her. He wants her in his own sick, twisted way. He wants to break her, crushing her soul until she can't identify as anyone except his woman. He'll do anything possible to have her, he'll use every and any method to shatter her. She'll be his, only his. Note: - Everyone (including people of different religions and cultures) are welcome to read this! - I don't want any haram police attacking me bc this is NOT a spiritual-focus story.

Highest Rank: #1 in Romance, #1 - painting, #1 - heartbreaker, #1 - one-sidedlove, #1 - unrequitedlove, #1 - engagement *********************** Still not satisfied with our physical contact, he leaned his face down to meet mine as his fingers gripped my chin. "Fiancée?" he asked, whispering the word. I nodded as the tension I felt from our body contact got even more intense. I stared at his handsome face. "You claim yourself my fiancée?" I nodded again. Of course, I was his fiancée and I'd claim that title no matter what. "Let's see if you really are," he whispered slowly in between his breathing. His tone broadcasted danger and it made me shudder. "A fiancée can kiss her man. Now, let's see if you can---" And with that, in just a heartbeat, he pressed his lips against mine. *********************** He is my one great love. I've loved and adored him since I laid my eyes on him and to be his wife is my life's absolute dream. But he hates me. He has hated me since the day he first saw me and he makes it sure that breaking my heart and pushing me away will be his greatest achievement. In spite of all the drama, the pain and the heartbreak he caused me, I still insist to be engaged to him --- this cold, aloof, and heartless man. Yes, he is my one great love. But he is my one great challenge as well. Will I be able to create a heart in my heartless heartbreaker? (Cover made by @itsmyaah) Copyright © HervinaMollejon™ 2015-2016 All rights reserved.