"You are mine, not because I desire you... but because you belong to this empire." When Ananya, a spirited village girl, is married off to the cold and feared Emperor Aditya, she finds herself trapped in a world of silk, secrets, and steel. Known for his ruthless rule yet fair judgment, Aditya shows no warmth-until Ananya's courage sparks a fire in his frozen heart. A year passes, and whispers of a queen grow louder. Ministers and even his mother push him toward a politically advantageous marriage. When the cunning King Veer of Mithila invites him for his birthday, Aditya encounters the king's stunning daughter, Princess Ishani-and finds himself caught in a trap he never intended. One night changes everything: honor demands marriage, hearts collide, and Ananya must navigate jealousy, sabotage, and secrets in a palace where love is as dangerous as power. Will passion and duty tear them apart... or bind them together in ways no empire can control?

"I said who was that boy?" he asked angrily. "He's j...just a f...friend" she stuttered. "Friend?" He darkly chuckled. "Y...Yes". "He FUCKING TOUCHED YOU" He yelled making her flinched. "H...He was j...just giving me the b..books that we n...needed for o...our project. I thanked him and h....he just h...hold my h...hand as a f...friend and said that i....i don't need to thank him". She said with trembling in fear. He started walking towards her. She moved backward until her back hit the wall. He came to her leaving no distance between them he pressed her body against him and said: "Stacy, You let him hold your hand because he's your friend and I'M YOUR HUSBAND AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN LET ME TOUCH YOUR HAND." He Yelled. Tears formed in her eyes. "I......I'm so....sorry Harry." Harry Borrison: A ruthless mafia, and a successful businessman. He hate Cheaters. He is suffering from his past trauma but he never shows anyone. He never loved anyone. He's life is as dark as a night without moon and stars. Stacy Marwian: An ordinary girl with his extraordinary dreams. She's only 20 years old. She wants to become a doctor. She became the part of her Foster family when she was 10 years old. She don't have any memories of her past but the nightmares of her dark past still haunted her. What happens when the fate bring two people that are living in two different worlds together? Both are suffering due to their pasts and both don't have their memories of their past. What happens when a ruthless mafia fall for that ordinary girl whose life was already messed up?

"The servants are still awake downstairs. My wife is just down the hall." ​"You shouldn't have come up here tonight," I say, my voice low, a deep baritone that carries a sharp, aristocratic edge. ​"H-Hukum... main toh bas..." I choked out, a hot tear spilling over my lashes as my hands tightly fisted into the simple fabric of my faded cotton tunic (poshak). I looked up into his cruel, handsome face, completely trapped in the golden cage of his desires. (Hukum... I was just...) __________________________________ I want to warn everyone right at the start: this story is extremely dark and contains a lot of disturbing content. If this isn't your cup of tea, please don't read it. I don't want any negative comments, as I have already given you fair warning.

21+ [Slow updates] He is a youngest business typhoon, a billionaire. One of the Supreme powers of the country. No one dares to say no to him. A man loved by many but got by none. At first meet, she accidentally spilled wine on him. "Uh..I-I am sorry..", she mumbled, staring at him. And a devilish grin forms on his lips, the kind of grin which made her nervous. "I want to have her", was the only thought that played in his mind as he stared at her. From just a play thing, she soon became the prisoner of his love, his passion, his addiction....his obsession. _________________________________________ Warning : This is a dark romance novel which will have many mature scenes. This can be disturbing for many readers out there who are sensitive regarding such topics like self harm, abuse, violence and other sensitive topic. P.s : I am not promoting toxicity. Hope readers are mature enough to understand that this is based on pure imagination and has nothing to do with any idol in real life.

"We're gonna be together forever. You can't escape me"

" You belong to me " He declared and her heart sank. Her hands trembled as he took heavy steps towards her. The noise of his shoe's heels echoing in the quiet room along with her heavy breath. His dark oceanic eyes stared into her hazel ones with a sinister smirk plastered on his lips. " I am your husband " He said as if to remind her what he was to her. His hands rested on each side of her, trapping her. Her eyes glossed with unshed tears as she bit her quivering lip to hide her fear. " You are not my husband. You're fucking traitor. A sick bastard. " She gritted every word and watched as his smirk widened showing his teeth while he tilted his head, amazed by her courage. He slowly leaned in, his hot breath fanned her face making her close her eyes in fear. He moved his head in the crook of her neck and softly licked her neck before biting her warm skin making her gasp. She clenched her fists on his chest and he moved his head to her ears and rubbed his nose against her earlobe before whispering something that made her legs give up. " Whether you like it or not, you belong to this sick bastard and tonight, I am going to make sure you scream my name so loud that even God will know who you belong to. " •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

(21+ ONLY) She's small. She's fragile. She's breakable, I am not. I'm a monster. A sinner, who's far away from her imaginable prince charming. A psychopath with darker thoughts than a demon itself. A sadist, who gets turn on by other's pain and exploitation, especially her's. Should I let her see my demons that no one had ever seen? The demons that are full of tendencies to claim her raw, break her and most importantly, to show her what pain feels like in the most forbidden way? Copyright © 2023 by JEONPriyaa

I'll die instead of doing marriage but here I'm standing at door of his hell becoming the wife of the King of Mafia. He fisted my hair tightly and pushed me roughly and I fell down on ground. I look up and found men looking at me with lust I move my head back and look at him. " Remember one thing this is my territory and the one who has come here once, never goes back " the Devil said. I swear one day he'll himself let me go. ______ "You won't touch me" my voice come out confident like I wanted, he didn't answer me. " Why? Are you not man? " I mocked him with a slight chukle. Have you seen Saitan? I have and the moment I saw his eyes I know this is my end. Pure black colour. I just simply close my eyes and release my breath waiting for the consequences. It won't take much time and I feel a harsh grip on my hair like his is ripping them off he pushed me forward and I fell on something soft. " What did you said bitch? He growled in my ear, I just fisted the sheets. ____ " Move your eyes down" he growled at me. I bend according to his every wish, every demand neither raise my voice nor my eyes but now that's enough he took away the reason of my life now I'm not afraid of death. " Ab toh na yeh sar jhukega or na yeh ankhen" I said looking in his eyes I can see the strom rising in his deep charcoal eyes. { Now neither my head will bow down nor my eyes} " Bohot gurur hai tumhe bas kuch din, in kuch dino tumhare gurur le sath sath tumhe bhi tod denge" he said through clehched teeth stepping in closer to me establishing his dominance but I didn't move back. { You have so much ego just few days, in these few days I'll break you with your ego} " Dekhte hai " { Let's see} _____ I'm standing infront of his hell first time I was forced to come here but this time I come with my choice. " Swagat karo mera" I look at the huge iron door of his hell which is front of me. { Welcome me} " Tumhari maut aayi hai" I smriked. { Your death has come}

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 - 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩? Devanshi was sixteen when the world first tried to break her. Homeless. Hunted. Until a stranger's kindness gave her a family she never had - four brothers who became her home and parents who chose to love her. Then she was gone. Just like that. Five years of love. One night of flames. And a girl who simply... vanished. Somewhere across the ocean, a girl with no memories and no voice, trying to survive a life she doesn't recognize. She doesn't remember a house full of laughter. She doesn't remember being loved. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘂𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗡𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗱. 𝗡𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺. 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗚𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘 !

Dark. Twisted. Obsessive.(Too Dark) Arina was meant to disappear after the night at the pub. Instead, she became the possession of a man the world has never seen-Raian Vyner. Cold. Wealthy. Deadly. And now, hers. Trapped in his mansion, bound by silent threats and suffocating control, Arina must survive a love that feels more like captivity. "You don't escape a Vyner. You surrender." - Raian In a world where love is a weapon and obedience is survival, how long can a heart endure when it beats beneath his shadow? ⚠️ Reader Disclaimer: This story contains mature, dark themes including psychological manipulation, possessive behavior, emotional control, and morally grey characters. It is intended for a mature audience who enjoys intense, twisted romance. Read with caution. ----------- 🏆2 in #forcerelationship 🏆 1 in #cage 🏆 4 in #crime 🏆1 in #maturethemes 🏆 1 in #manipulation 🏆 3 in #dark 🏆 1 in #shadowlove 🏆2 in #possessive 🏆1 in #obssesse 🏆2 in # manipulation 🏆 1 in # billionaireromance