𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 is a man Italy has learned to fear. Ruthless, merciless, and seated at the head of a blood-soaked empire, he has never been known for forgiveness. His unfaithful wife learned that before her death. Now, the only person Dante cares for is his five-year-old son, Matteo. When Matteo needs a nanny, Dante makes his expectations painfully clear. He wants someone he will never look at twice. An old woman. A nun. Anyone incapable of becoming another temporary desire. Then Sister 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 steps into his mansion. At twenty-one, Delilah has known nothing beyond the walls of the church. Gentle, painfully innocent, and carrying wounds she has been taught to call punishment, she arrives in Italy believing she has been sent to care for a lonely little boy. She knows nothing of the criminal empire surrounding her. Nothing of the blood on Dante Russo's hands. And nothing of the way he looks at her. She was supposed to be invisible to him. Instead, the quiet little nun becomes the only temptation the devil cannot ignore. And Dante Russo has never been a man who denies himself what he wants.

"The agreement has been altered," Caspian said, swirling his whiskey again. "You no longer attend the University of Jaipur. Your exams are irrelevant. And your... parents... are no longer expecting you for dinner. You will not be returning to India." Ishani's breath hitched. She scrambled backward until her spine hit the padded headboard of the bed. "Are you insane?" she gasped, her eyes wide with total disbelief. "You can't do that! You can't just put me on a plane and take me to another country while I'm sleeping! That's... that's kidnapping, Caspian! You are a scholar! You run a foundation!" Caspian let out a low, dark chuckle. The sound was rich, amused, and completely devoid of any remorse. He looked at her as if she were a tiny, adorable kitten hissing at a lion. Her anger didn't threaten him; it entertained him. "I am a King, Ishani," Caspian corrected softly, taking another sip of his drink. "And Kings do not kidnap. They claim what belongs to them. And last night, in the desert, you gave yourself to me. You are mine now. And what is mine stays by my side." "I slept with you!" Ishani yelled, her voice pitching up in sheer panic. "I didn't sign a contract to become your property! You can't just buy me and put me on a jet! Turn this plane around! Right now! Turn it around and take me back to my family!" Caspian sighed, a slow, exaggerated sound of mock disappointment. He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, holding the crystal glass loosely between his hands. "You are being dramatic, little bird," Caspian admonished gently, his tone incredibly patronizing. It was the exact tone an indulgent parent would use with a toddler throwing a tantrum in a toy store. "You are acting as if I am dragging you into a coal mine. Do you have any idea what I am offering you?" He gestured with his glass toward the luxurious cabin. "I am giving you the world," Caspian stated smoothly.

"Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

Saanvi Verma lost her mother the day she was born and her father when she was only six. Since then, her life became a silent battle. Raised in a house where she was blamed for everything, she grew up hearing cruel words instead of lullabies. Soft, fragile, and innocent, she learned to survive without affection, without protection, and without a voice. Ashvik Rajvanshi is the complete opposite of her world. A 29-year-old ruthless CEO, powerful and feared, with eyes as dark as his secrets. He doesn't believe in weakness. He only believes in control but fate has strange plans. When the most innocent girl becomes the wife of the most dangerous man, will she finally find the love she never received? Or will she lose herself in his world of power and darkness? A story of pain, possession, secrets, and a love that was never meant to be... yet impossible to escape. Let's read and see what happens between them. 🖤🌸

#BOOK 1 OF HER LOVE SERIES...... "How dare you touch me?" she shouted, losing her senses. she was about to get up from the couch when he held back my neck and brought her back to the position and roared in a dangerously calm voice " NOT ONLY TOUCH I HAVE ALL FUCKING RIGHTS TO FUCK YOU HARD WHENEVER, WHEREVER I WANT. GET THIS IN YOUR HEAD." "What are you doing?" he questioned, trying to calm himself, but it came out in a harsh tone. "I won't sleep with you and you fucking don't touch me" she asserted with a voice full of demand. He took slow steps towards her, which resulted in her moving back. Now, after three to four steps, she was caged between him and the wall. "I DARE YOU AADRIKA KABIR SINGHANIA TO SLEEP AWAY FROM ME EVEN AN INCH. I PROMISE TO FUCK YOU ON THAT DAMN COUCH UNTIL I MAKE SURE YOU DON'T HAVE THE ENERGY TO MOVE A SINGLE FINGER OF YOURS AWAY FROM ME." she visibly gulped, listening to his words. Without wasting even a second, he picked her up in his arms and moved towards the bed. ｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡ "why are you doing this? " She said sobbing badly. "I want you anyhow," he said in a cold tone. "I was going marry him," she said helplessly. "That's the reason dove, I am going to marry you " He casually asserted. "But why me? " She whispered leaving her remaining hopes. "I am not answerable to you," he said in a harsh tone. "Be ready to become Mrs. Aadrika Kabir Singhania" he said leaving the place. _______________________ Tropes ✨ ~Grumpy X Sunshine ~Mafia X engineer ~30 X 24 ~Age gap ~Office romance ~Forced marriage ~Obsessed MML _______________________ What will happen when they meet for their sibling's marriage proposal? She will be forced to marry him? Will they be able to understand each other? Indulge in this story to know more.