I fell in love with Dante Moretti, never knowing he was once engaged to my older sister, Celeste Hart. It was the kind of secret that changed everything.

To her family, she was selfish. To his, a schemer. To Alexander Hale, she was a wife he never wanted, met only with glacial contempt. They crafted a villain from the only innocent among them, blind to the devastating truth of her sacrifice. Some debts of the heart are paid in secret, and some secrets demand a price no one saw coming.

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 × 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 34 × 22 She sit in horror,eyes flicking between his face and the weapon in his hand, then to her weeping family.Time seemed to stop. The priest.The guests.The walls.They all vanished.There was only Vikram and the cage he'd made for her. "You see, jaan "he murmured darkly"fate has brought us together And now,we are going to seal it..with marriage." Aradhya shook her head, voice shaking. "Please, sir..don't do this.I don't want to marry you.I'll never love you.Just leave me.." He smiled,that cold, monstrous smile."You don't have a choice.You bumped into me during the mehndi.And tradition demands we marry." "That's not a real tradition,"she whispered through her tears."You're just using it to control me." "perhaps "Vikram replied smoothly his voices calm but his his eyes flashing anger.."But it doesn't matter. You'll marry me.And that's final." The mangalsutra was next.Its gold chain and shiny diamond rested against her neck like a shackle.Her breath hitched.And then,the final blow vermilion.He smeared it across her hairline,sealing her fate with him in most brutal way ever. Vikram's eyes gleamed with victorious fire as he leaned close,his fingers tightening on her waist. "Now , you are mine.."he whispered "And no one can take you away from me." Aradhya's eyes flared."You'll regret this," she hissed."I won't be your prisoner forever." Vikram only chuckled. "I'm counting on it " he whispered "You'll learn to love me Aradhya one way or another.This is our destiny." "𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭.𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞..𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬."

When her brother betrays the most feared mafia don in the city, Elara Vane expects death. Instead, she is spared----- only to be claimed. Publicly branded as Don Alessandro Moretti's "pet," Elara becomes a living warning to the underworld: this is what happens when loyalty breaks. It is her punishment. She is paraded beside him, kept silent, adorned, owned... and used to inspire fear and obedience amongst his men. If she rebels, her family pays. If she submits, she loses herself completely, loses EVERYTHING. His three Mafia wives hate her, rival families have their eyes on her and his men would hurt her if he were to take his protection off her for even a second. Perhaps she should just run away... Right?? Unfortunately she has no such choice; Don Alessandro is as ruthless as he is confusing. He treats her gently in private, and mercilessly in public, steaming conflicting feelings and thoughts within her, and confusing her with his twisted care. As rival families plot her kidnapping and Alessandro's empire fractures under the weight of his obsession, Elara begins to understand her terrifyingly real truth. ... she is the only thing he will burn the world down to protect. The question is why? If she ever has a chance to escape, will she leave? And if she doesn't,... will she survive his obsession? ------------- A LITTLE NOTE: This book will be updated at the same time with my other book MISTAKEN FOR HIS WHORE, so... don't worry about slow updates 😏. Enjoyyyy! 😘

Warning🔞 ⚠️ For mature audiences only. In this story, Liora works as a maid in Ruslan's mansion. We will explore Liora's life and Ruslan's punishments for her. Ruslan - Powerful and ruthless head of the most powerful Russian mafia. He claims Liora as his submissive and she cannot escape his chains. Liora - Shy and innocent maid in Ruslan's mansion. She is scared to be claimed by Ruslan but there's nowhere else for her to go. Updates - every Friday (also Saturdays occasionally) I am a writer from the UK so I hope to have many people reading my book. Little preview: "Strip your pants down, little girl. Now." Tears flood my eyes as I fumble with my uniform skirt, pulling it down along with my panties, exposing my ass. I plead, "Ruslan, please, don't! I'll be good, I swear!" *** Be a good girl and read the book..

Vaishnavi didn't leave Dev to escape him. She left because staying was killing her slower. Separation was supposed to be peace. It became war. Quiet. Invisible. Inevitable. Inside the Rathore mansion, she isn't a princess anymore. Not a daughter. It's not a mistake that can be corrected. She's a trigger. A walking fault line. Every corridor whispers her past. Every shadow feels like it's watching her bleed in silence. She lives in a house that once worshipped her name and now pretends she never existed. And far away-yet dangerously close-Dev feels it. The distance doesn't soften him. It sharpens him. The man who once restrained himself for her is losing his patience with mercy. His aura coils are dark and controlled, burning beneath the surface like magma waiting for a fracture. Every lie the Rathores swallowed. Every truth, Vaishnavi stitched into her silence. Every wound she never named. He feels them all. Because she is no longer shielded by his shadow. And he is no longer protecting the world from himself. This isn't heartbreak. It's a fuse. Because Dev without Vaishnavi is not calmer. He is deadlier. And Vaishnavi without Dev is not safer. She is unguarded. Secrets don't stay buried when two empires breathe the same air. Blood remembers. Trauma leaks. Truth claws its way out. Every step Vaishnavi takes inside that house rewrites the past. Every breath Dev takes outside, it promises destruction. They are still bound. Not by proximity. Not by vows. Not by words. But by a bond, violent enough to burn kingdoms once it snaps back into place. And when they collide again- It won't be emotional. It won't be gentle. It won't be merciful. It will be a reckoning. Because what's coming next isn't love. It's inevitable. 🔥

He married her by mistake, and from that moment, he made sure she paid for it every single day. Krishnaa was never meant to be his wife. When the fair, beautiful bride ran away, she was pushed forward as a replacement-dark-skinned, unwanted, and never part of anyone's plan. Arjun had always believed that beauty was everything. And in his eyes, Krishnaa was everything he never wanted. He doesn't hide his disgust, nor does he soften his words. To him, this marriage is nothing but a burden forced upon his life. New chapter Updates🎇 Every Monday , Thursday and Saturday.🥰

Rishabh Khurana was a successful businessman, known for his sharp mind and ruthless attitude. He was feared by many and loved by none. His rude and arrogant demeanor made it difficult for people to approach him, and his short temper was legendary. On the other hand, Aradhana Joshi was a simple and shy girl who believed in the power of love at first sight. She had always dreamed of finding her true love and living happily ever after. But fate had other plans for her. What will happen when Rishabh and Aradhana meet?

The perfect couple. The perfect student. The perfect lie. At nineteen, Alice is a ghost in the system, a girl used to being forgotten. That is, until Jessica Valentine-the most beautiful woman she has ever seen-reaches out a hand. An invitation to tea turns into an invitation to a life of luxury. For the first time, Alice feels seen. But she's being watched for all the wrong reasons. Chester Valentine is the college's most unapproachable enigma: six feet of cold, dark authority. To the world, he is the devoted husband. To Alice, he is about to become her "Part-Time Daddy"-a master of a house where the lessons aren't found in textbooks, and the only way to survive is to submit. In this house, "family" is a dirty word. And the Valentines aren't finished playing with their new toy yet. Dark. Deviant. Deliciously Cruel.

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