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"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭."
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"I'm not a saint, Alia." he growled, his hand curling around my jaw, forcing me to look at him. "But touch another man- fuck it, even smile at one and I'll make sure he forgets what breathing feels like."
My pulse jumped. "I'm not yours." I hissed, though my voice trembled.
His lips brushed my cheek, dangerously soft. "You belong to me." he murmured, eyes dark with something far worse than hate. "You think anyone else could handle you? They'd believe to cherish you for a week, I'd worship you for life."
"And you'll love me for it."
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St. Laurent's University.
The place where luxury drips from the walls, secrets are currency and the spoiled heirs of the elite reign like gods. Power, lust and betrayal are just another day here.
Among them, two names burn brighter and darker than the rest.
𝐙𝐞𝐞𝐯 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐢, the empire's golden heir with eyes like sin and a temper that could set kingdoms on fire.
𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚, the only girl valiant enough to defy him and walk away unscathed.
But hatred has a way of blurring into obsession. And Zeev's hatred for Alia is not clean. It's possessive, twisted and jealous of every man who so much as looks at her.
Because in a world built on power, his cruel devotion might just be her greatest downfall.