They were her family. Her blood. Her protectors. Until the day they became her executioners. A powerful Italian mafia family which from insides were a definition of warmth but it was a force to reckoned with for the world. It still the same powerful family but something changed, something that made them more cruel and merciless..... Alisya Romano, Falsely accused of betraying the one person she loved most-her twin , Arianna Romano-she was cast out, abandoned by the very people who swore to stand by her. No trial. No mercy. Just exile. Alone and broken, she was thrown out like she was nothing to them. She was sent to a boarding school which is actually a hell hole, a place designed to strip away weakness and forge monsters. And they succeeded. The girl who once begged for her family's love died in that place. What emerged was something far colder, emotionless, deadlier. Years later, she was called back not becoz they wanted her but becoz of her father's funeral....but they don't know the girl who's returning is not the same. She's not the helpless child they discarded, but she is someone totally different, blank eyes, cold aura, a storm they never saw coming. The truth is a weapon, but redemption isn't given-it's taken. Now, they will face the sister they betrayed. And this time, she's not asking for their love. She's demanding their reckoning.

A cliché story about mother remarry into the richest family. Getting step brothers and family. if u read this much and still interested then..... This story is about how a girl who is too withdrawn to herself because of past trauma.Only have her mother,who is about to get married.And thus she is about to get not juts a step father and brother, but also 2 more mother figures and father figures and totally 8 older brothers. and its about how they bring her real confident self. i told u it's cliche. no romance between brother and sister. pure sibling love. There will be mention of sexual abuse and harassment related words and scenarios. this is my first time writing. Not that interested in writing. but i read wattpad to escape reality. so this is also something to escape reality. English is not really my language so there will be grammatical mistakes. And also i don't know much about indian culture. So the place may have real world name but it have imaginary features. Sorry...... So don't go for logic in the palces and all. and since my goal is to escape reality my story will also be like that. i will try to finish the story fastly since I'm not invested in it. so i welcome those of nearly my same mindset who wants to escape reality.by reading wattpad.

"I'm not a man of many words... солнышко," he said softly, the Russian endearment curling off his tongue like smoke-sweet, but choking. "Come closer." She hesitated, her body trembling, tears spilling soundlessly down her cheeks. He watched her, the way fear made her small, fragile-beautiful in a broken way. She rose, slow as a confession, and walked to him because something in his smile promised shelter and tasted like a lie. He leaned in, close enough to feel his breath, and I saw the patient cruelty behind his eyes. "Now," he murmured, his voice turning colder, heavier, "tell me... what did you do to make me want to cut your leg?" The room went still, except for her quiet gasps. He tilted his head, studying her face as if searching for the moment she would break. ............................................................... Linda finally gets her big break - a visa sponsorship job at the Lincoln Foundation. She's placed with the Adams family, a kind couple who welcome her with open arms and treat her like the daughter they never had. Their home is beautiful, their hearts warm, and for the first time, Linda feels a sense of belonging. But everything changes the night of a business party hosted by Mr. Adams. There, she meets Arseny - and from that moment, her dream life slowly turns into a haunting nightmare.

"They told her she was too much too soft, too curvy, too quiet. But someone had been watching. Silently. Obsessively. For two years." She's the top student no one sees. He's the CEO everyone fears. What begins as an internship... turns into a dangerous obsession. In his darkness, she'll find a love that consumes. In her softness, he'll find the only thing he's ever wanted to ruin.

It is a story set up in 1990's... Sudha is a very beautiful, kind and honest girl. she has all the qualities a girl should have to get married. but sadly her marriage is not getting fixed. all the suitors come, see and then reject her. Why? what is the reason for the rejection when she is perfect? " I guess you know what this means? " he asked slowly coming near her. she nodded her head but she didn't know what awaited her later. she was now trapped by the wall behind. " tell me what you know about husband and wife? " he asked placing his hands on the sides of her face. she looked here and there not knowing what to answer. " look at me sudha " he said in a pleading tone which made her stomach twist in an unusual way. " I.. I ... " she stammered not knowing how to answer his question. " I am hearing sudha. tell me what you know? " he asked again making her uncomfortable by moving close to her. " I.. I do not...kn..know. that my friend was saying that husband and wife will have a different relationship than any others. I promise I really don't know what it means " she said while placing her thumb and index finger on her throat while he burst out loudly. she stood there confused until he calmed down. Sudha got married to Shyam after many rejections. but due to her probelm she always faces backlash. she is handicapped. yes she is born like that and she is often a laughing stock in front of people. Let's see how sudha will face this humiliation after marriage as before marriage she has been a part of disrespect and humiliation all the time. how is shyam going to help her? or will he really help her?

She walked in like a whisper-small, soft, unaware. Too naive to sense the predator watching her from the shadows. Too fragile to survive what he had planned. Ayesha Singh thought college would be her fresh start. A chance to build a future, to make her parents proud. She didn't know that from the moment her eyes met his, her future was no longer hers. Vivaan Malhotra didn't believe in fate. He believed in control. In power. In watching the light drain slowly from something pure. And she was so pure. He didn't want her love. He wanted to ruin her. To bend her until she broke. And when she did-he'd make sure he was the only one left to pick up the shattered pieces. Because once Vivaan chose a target... He never missed. And now-she was his.

"Why... why are you doing this to me?" her voice trembled, barely a whisper as she backed into the wall, her hands clutching her chest, holding onto the torn piece of cloth to shield herself from the devil, her dupatta lying forgotten on the cold floor. "What did I even do wrong...?" He stepped closer, his breath calm, almost amused. "Because I want to," he murmured. "Because I can..." he leaned in, eyes burning into her. "And so... I will." If you ever find out the truth, would you leave, or would you stay to break me completely? Just another story with a second chance in love? Perhaps. Or perhaps not. Two strangers tied by fate, one bound by redemption, the other bound by deceit. Will love be their salvation, or will the weight of their pasts pull them apart? Join the journey of Vardhaan & Aaradhya In this gripping tale of deceit and redemption. uncover the twists that will leave you questioning the very fabric of their relationship. Can love truly bloom in the shadows of deception? # Part 2 of THE DECEPTION SERIES

Adhiraaj Vashisth or famously known as Rakshas (demon) in both business and Mafia world. He holds an unspoken reign over the Mafia in India and is known for his dangerous womanizing tendencies and possessiveness over his belongings. He mercilessly eliminates anyone or anything that obstructs his path or threatens his possessions, staying true to his fearsome nickname. Ankita Desai, a seventeen-year-old orphan, resides with her aunt who serves as the head maid in the Vashisth estate. The rakshas considers her a forbidden temptation, being innocent and naive. What could ensue if the rakshas were to fixate his gaze upon her, refusing to let her slip away? What if he were to seek to possess her in every conceivable manner, for nothing is quite as enticing as a forbidden fruit? Will Ankita manage to withstand the impassioned and disturbed obsession of the rakshas, or will she somehow escape his clutches and flee? First story in Wattpad with lot of grammatical errors. Trigger warnings in some chapters . Please vote , like and comment.

"You... you are my destiny... my curse... my end..." Dev's smile was cold victory. He leaned close, whispering against her ear, his breath a cruel caress. "That's it, doll. That's the truth. You're branded now. Your screams, your blood, your words - mine. Forever." The leather slipped from his hand. Arohi collapsed, trembling violently. Her back was torn, raw with lashes, She fell, her knees unable to hold her weight. Dev caught her before she hit the ground. His arms wrapped around her- not gentle, but possessive, claiming. He looked down at the broken girl in his hold, her lashes still glistening with tears. Her lips parted, her voice a shredded whisper. "No more... please... I can't..."