"P-p-please.." My voice was a jagged, stuttering mess. I frantically clawed at the basement floor, trying to scramble backward, but my limbs were shaking too violently to find traction. Tears cut through the dirt on my face as I stared up at his towering silhouette. "I-I-I'm sorry... I-I p-promise, ! D-don't do this, p-p-please!" Adrien stood completely unhurried, his sapphire eyes dead and hollow. His violence wasn't a fit of rage; it was a cold, calculated execution. He stepped forward, pinning my left leg flat against the concrete with his crushing weight, and brought a solid iron rod down directly onto my kneecap. Crack. An explosive, white-hot agony shattered my mind. I let out a blood-curdling shriek that bounced violently off the walls, my entire body convulsing. "A-A-Adrien! S-st-stop! I-I'm b-begging you!" I screamed, sobbing so hard I choked. Without a word, he lifted the rod again and shattered my right kneecap. I collapsed onto the freezing floor, my teeth clicking violently from the absolute shock. Before I could pass out, Adrien knelt over my trembling form. He shattered a thick sheet of glass against the table, holding a razor-sharp shard in his gloved hand. "You forgot whose name you carry, my dear," he whispered softly. "Let's make sure you remember." He pressed the jagged glass deep into the bare skin of my shoulder blade. I shrieked, my body locking into a rigid line as he began to deliberately engrave his name into my flesh. TRIGGER WARNING‼️‼️ This book is not ordinary dark romance novel . It contains sensitive themes , abuse , sexual assaults , murder and what not. READ WITH CAUTION ‼️‼️

I am no longer the kind of beauty one chooses. Not the girl with long, flowing hair. Not the one with polished nails and a smile that could light up rooms. Not the one with perfectly matched shoes, dresses, and the effortless grace of someone untouched by life's cruelty. She is gone. What stands before you now is not elegance. It is ruin. My hair falls in tangled shadows over my face. My hands are bare, trembling where once they wore polish. My smile has fled, leaving only the echo of fear and despair. I am no fairytale. I am the aftermath. And if you are still staring... Ask yourself carefully: Do you seek beauty... Or do you dare to face the truth beneath it? Trigger Warning!!!!! This story delves into dark love, obsession, trauma, and violence. It is intended for mature readers. If you are underage or sensitive to these themes, please swipe past. 🥇 top on #abusivecontent 🥇 top on #darklove