He was filled with ego, rudeness, and cruelty. Every girl throws themselves on him just for his looks and money, but there is only one girl in his life that is his girlfriend, who is a famous model. He loves his family and best friend a lot. He is from a high-class family and hates middle-class people. He thought that one day he would marry his girlfriend, but fate played a game and he got a middle-class girl who is beautiful yet caring. She knows how to be happy with small things. She had never dreamt of a becoming the wife of high-class man. She was happy in her small world, which consisted of her mom, sister, and two best friends who could do anything for her happiness. But one fine day, the situation forces her to step into another world, a world of high-class people. Her fate binds her with him, who hates her to the depths. Will she ever be able to find happiness in her new world? Will his hatred turn into love? Will their marriage work or will they return to their old life? He is Mr. Shourya Kapoor, and she is Miss. Khushi Raichandr. ▪▪▪▪▪ NOTE This is my first story and English is not my native language so there will be a lots of grammatical mistakes so please don't discourage me by putting harsh comments. PLEASE DONT TRY TO STEAL MY WORK I WILL NOT TOLERATE IT. I DON'T ALLOW MY WORK TO BE USED IN ANY WAY OR ADAPTED IN ANY WAY WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. Copyright ©️ 2021 by Vel

She felt the heat of his body at her back before she saw his hand. His fingers grazed her skin, just barely, as he found the zipper and slowly, so slowly, pulled it up. It wasn't just a zip. It was a claim. A warning. "I should break his nose for looking at you the way he did," he whispered at her ear. "But that wouldn't be enough." Her breath caught. He hadn't touched her, not really. But it felt like too much. Like he'd branded her. "And you," he went on, voice low, lips grazing the curve of her neck without touching, "walking around this place in nothing but that swimsuit... you knew what you were doing." She swallowed hard. "Maybe I did." His hands lingered at her waist, holding her in place. Possessive. Undeniable. "You like making me jealous," he said, voice husky. "But just remember, Chloe... jealousy makes me dangerous." ***Content Warning*** This story contains mature themes including sexual content, emotional manipulation, morally complex relationships, cheating, and adult language. Reader discretion is advised RECOMMENDED FOR AGES 18+ Copyright Disclaimer © MaryRose 2025 This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, or distributed in any form without the author's express written permission.

You're the last woman I should touch... and the only one I burn for. He's a ruthless king bound by duty. She's the forbidden temptation he was never meant to touch. Violet was raised to destroy him, but one look, one touch, and she's caught in a fire she can't escape. Dark secrets swirl around them. Desire burns between them. And in a palace built on lies, surrendering to passion may be the most dangerous betrayal of all. Author's Note: This is Book Two of "The House of Dravenmore" book series, following the next generation of royal intrigue, forbidden love, and legacy-born curses. While connected to the events of Book One, this story can be read and enjoyed on its own. Copyright Disclaimer © MaryRose 2025 This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, or distributed in any form without the author's express written permission.

Chloe Marlow thought she had buried the past for good, the man she once loved, the choices that shattered them, and the truth she swore never to speak aloud. Vienna was supposed to be a fresh start. A quiet life. A safe one. But the past doesn't stay buried forever. Especially not when it wears a tailored suit and walks back into your world like it never left. Liam Ashford was never just a mistake. He was everything, brilliant, ruthless, and dangerously unforgettable. She left without explanation. Now, he's not the same man she remembers. Colder. Sharper. And looking for answers he doesn't even know he's missing. As proximity forces them into uneasy orbit, old chemistry resurfaces with a vengeance, and so do the secrets Chloe has fought to keep buried. But the truth has a heartbeat of its own. And when it finally breaks through, no one will walk away unscathed. Now face to face one last time, the question remains, can they rewrite their ending, or are some betrayals too deep to ever come back from? This Is Their Final Crossroads Fate doesn't offer infinite chances. This is it, their last shot at healing what's been broken... or watching it shatter once and for all. This is Book 3 in His Favorite Book Series: Book 1: His Favorite Investment Book 2: His Favorite Obsession Book 3: His Favorite Secret ***Content Warning*** This story contains mature themes including sexual content, emotional manipulation, morally complex relationships, cheating, and adult language. Reader discretion is advised RECOMMENDED FOR AGES 18+ Copyright Disclaimer © MaryRose 2025 This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, or distributed in any form without the author's signed authorization.

Abby Grant, with a new decree in geology, is living the dream in the Middle East with her very own expedition, looking for evidence of oil. They had just started when they were joined by Bedouins, led by a mysterious, forceful presence known as Saqr al-Sahraa/Falcon of the Desert. They were on a secret mission; their cover was a walking tour, and they were put on hold until the Bedouins moved on. Something they seemed reluctant to do, much to Abby's frustration, yet also fascinated by the man of the desert. Saqr had just finished the tour of the desert after being away in a different country, where he had discovered people in his own country who shouldn't be there. To his people, he was known as the falcon of the desert, yet he was so much more than that. Noway he was leaving until he knew what was going on right under his nose, without him knowing, which was unexceptable, especially a woman on her own with three men who weren't family. Abby wanted them gone, but he wasn't going. Toe to toe, they stood up against each other, and neither was going to back down. Until the truth was revealed. Abby's world imploded. Out of the desert into a palace. Her world was spinning out of control. Out in the desert, she had purpose. Now a fish out of water, she was drowning. Even if there was no oil, she did find something just as lucrative, if she was correct in her findings. While Saqr/Tariq was more interested in finding the one who had been doing things behind his back, and why. Working together, they planned to find out, while others had different plans. As they got closer, their different worlds closed in. Will they overcome it all, to be together or be pulled apart, when sacrifices are made for the greater good?

COMPLETE Let me make this crystal clear, because you don't seem to understand," he said, his voice deceptively calm, but laced with venom. "I paid for you to be my wife. That means you do what I say. You're mine now." He flicked a check toward me, and it fluttered to the ground between us. I couldn't look away from him, though my chest tightened in panic. My hands shook as I fought back tears, refusing to let him see me break. But he wasn't finished. "What did you expect?" he scoffed, eyes narrowing. "This is what gold diggers like you get. Money has a price, and now you're paying yours. Enjoy it, wife." Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the massive, empty living room-speechless, breathless, and drowning in disbelief. I never expected this. © MaryRose 2018. All rights reserved. Content Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of physical and verbal abuse. Reader discretion is advised. My intention is not to romanticize or condone abusive behavior but to present a fictional story for entertainment purposes only. If themes of violence, toxic relationships, or power imbalances are triggering, please proceed with caution or choose a different story. This is a work of fiction and should not be taken as a guide to real-life relationships. Offensive or disruptive comments will be removed to maintain a positive reading experience for all.

"He made the rules. I just had to follow them. Thirty days. That's how long I have to pretend to be Grayson Ashford's girlfriend. To the public, he's a billionaire genius with ice in his veins and charm on his tongue. To me, he's the man holding my brother's future hostage. The rules were simple: - Smile for the cameras. - Play the part. - Don't fall in love. But nothing about Grayson is simple. Not the way he looks at me like I'm a challenge. Not the way he protects me like I'm more than just a prop. And definitely not the way my heart starts to forget the deal we made. Because the longer I stay, the more I realize one thing: He doesn't just break the rules-he rewrites them. And the first rule I break... might just break me." "I needed money. He needed a lie. We both got more than we bargained for."

She was never meant to be his bride. Yet fate exchanged her heart for his fury. When Elara Cross is forced to marry Adrian Vale, the man once promised to her late sister, she becomes nothing more than an exchange bride-a substitute pawn in a business deal sealed with tragedy. To Adrian, she is a ghost wearing the face of the woman he loved. To her family, she is disposable, an illegitimate daughter raised in cruelty and handed over like property. But Elara's quiet endurance unsettles Adrian more than defiance ever could. Behind her hollow eyes and malnourished frame lies a survivor who has known only pain, and Adrian's vow to make her life hell begins to fracture under the weight of her scars. As the secrets of their pasts unravel-and as the ghost of Adrian's lost love lingers between them-hatred twists into obsession, cruelty into protection, and an unwanted marriage into something neither of them expected: a story written not by fate, but by choice.

Five years after the tumultuous events that forged their love in fire and blood, Queen Anneliese and Lord Azarius Ashgrave have built a fragile paradise. With their hybrid son, Noam, their family is a beacon of strength in the vampire realm. The hard-won peace is shattered by a new insidious threat. To protect her family, Queen Anneliese Ashgrave must confront a secret from her husband's past that might break them.

Isabella, future queen of Gardia, unlike any lady of her time, is no damsel, but a fierce warrior. Though respected by men and shunned by women she fleetingly wonders what it would be like to fall in love. The Head Knight of Jaria, enemy nation of Gardia, Aiden has resented women for most of his life and relishes in the fact that his job keeps him out of their conniving clutches. What happens when war threatens and stoic Aiden meets the formidable Isabella? Sparks fly in more ways than one. Cover by DemeterLucy