The rake Mister Jonathan Pine has one thing in mind for this London season. He will marry a young widow who is pleasant and experienced enough to keep him satisfied in bed so he can get his hands on his grandmother's inheritance and give it to his abusive family. What will happen when things will not go his way, and he ends up trapped with the inexperienced Diamond of the season Lady Parker and a marriage contract that forbids his family from benefitting from his inheritance? Will the lovely Lady Parker ever make her tyrant husband understands that together, they could make a respectful and loving family instead of seeking to be accepted by the vicious family that had hated him since birth? And things could get even more complicated when the King finds out his only goddaughter was betrothed to a man below her station, preventing her from being a Queen as per his wishes. Will the King forsake Lady Parker making the London Society and court turn their backs on her for choosing love instead of appearances?

Content warning: Storyline is scandalous. Don't read if you can't handle dominating and toxic men. It's an erotica. What happens when a Professor gets obsessed with his student who is 22 years younger than him. She surrendered to him because of money but little did she know that she had already entered the cage of lust and obsession. Will she ever be able to come out of this forbidden thing or will she surrender to his madness?

"𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚." ~~ DIVORCE AGREEMENT. My hands went numb. The paper trembled between my fingers. I looked up at him, praying it was some kind of twisted joke. But he didn't even flinch. He just pushed the pen towards me, his gaze sharp and unreadable. "Sign it, Mishti. You wanted him free. This is the cost." My chest tightened, the fever, the ache, the weight of everything crashing over me all at once. Behind me, I heard Arav struggling, his voice raw, "Don't you dare, Mishti! Don't beg to him. Don't give him that satisfaction. He should be the one apologising to you, not the other way around!" Sultan clicked his tongue, eyes narrowing. "He's still talking... making me angrier." His tone was calm, terrifyingly calm. "If I want, I can let him rot here for years. Do you want that, Mishti?" My stomach twisted. My hands were shaking uncontrollably now. He was serious. Dead serious. The inspector slid the pen into my hand. My eyes stung, the words blurring on the page. I didn't even recognize my own handwriting when I pressed the pen down, signing my name with a trembling hand. It felt like I was signing away more than just a marriage. I was signing away a part of myself. When I lifted my head, Sultan was watching me. Not triumphant, not smiling-just cold. "I want to start fresh. I'm planning to get married again. I don't want your nuisance anymore." I swear in that moment, something inside me just collapsed. Like all the years, all the love, all the pain I carried-it was for nothing. I wanted to scream, wanted to beg him to just once look at me the way he used to. He fixed his watch, straightened his cuffs, and picked up his coat like this was just another meeting that was done.

William is a wealthy and powerful business tycoon married to an educated, simple, and middle-class girl named Amelia. After marriage, Amelia gradually discovers that her husband is controlling, overly possessive, and abusive.