Behind Closed Doors: The Diabolical Love | A dark Romance | 18+ Mia Moretti has always lived in the shadows of her family. Protected, sheltered, and silenced. At eighteen, she is sweetness wrapped in fragility, the only daughter in a world where her brothers' voices carry more weight than her own. But one fateful night changes everything. At a glittering gala meant to celebrate her brother's marriage, she catches the eye of Xavier Vitale-the most feared name in both the business empire and the mafia underworld. Twice her age, ruthless and untouchable, Xavier doesn't just notice her... he claims her. What begins as an obsession quickly turns into a prison. Forced into a marriage she never wanted, Mia finds herself trapped under Xavier's control. His rules, his rage, his love twisted into possession. She was raised to be gentle. He was born to destroy. And now, Mia must survive a man who doesn't know how to let go because Xavier Vitale will burn the world before he ever lets her escape.

This is NOT a love story. This is a story of a Dark World they call Family, The Reviello Mafia Famiglia. Where men controls their world.....there was she, a young, naïve, innocent girl who loves too much too soon. She has dreams and she loves life. She wants to enjoy each and every moment of life. She is a rebel. She don't advocate living in chains and want to break them all. She wants to fly.

"I will break you beyond repair".... Vihaansh growled. "But I will cherish you and heal you till my last breath," Ishika replied, her voice unwavering. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Rose, I beg of you... If you want you can kill me, but please don't leave me Jaan, Take me along, please...?" Vihaansh pleaded, tears streaming down his face and his sobs wrenching from the depths of his soul. But no reply... ‐‐-----------‐------------------------------------------------- Here Starts a tale of a ruthless man's guilt-driven story, who is left all alone in the World and has no one to wipe his tears, give him a shoulder to sob, be a reason to smile. But he can't end his life because ......... Because she left behind their cherished symbol of love, a testament to their once-shared bond, with every breath he takes, he relives the moment she departed, a silent witness to the pain that now defines his existence. She left their Symbol of love with him. But he only breathes he left living the moment she left him. He behaves like a happy daddy before their bacha. He is a perfect Dad. But he remains haunted by the absence of a motherly presence for his daughter. He can't even share his sorrow, his dismay. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- What will happen to him as he carries the weight of his guilt? Can he ever find a way to make up for his mistakes and find happiness again? All rights are reserved by your author @Rashi_Jha🌼(by me ofc) #65 Wattpad #95 wattpad #1 in the Eternal Series .......UNDER EDIT............

"Who husband? Which husband are you talking about?" His brown eyes started to get darker. "Why are you talking like that? It's you who is my husband! We got married just a few days back!" Angry tears blurred her vision. Letting a humorous chuckle out, he marched towards her, "We got married? Really? Don't tell me you believed in that stupid fake wedding." "Are you out of your mind! Stupid fake wedding?! How can you call it a fake wedding when all the rituals were performed and we got married in the witness of God-Goddess, nature and all the people present there?" Those tears finally left her eyes. "You silly girl, you know it very well why in the first place we are here and in which situation we went through that stupid wedding! That wedding holds no place for me. Do you get that?" His nose was flaring with anger. "Stop! Please stop it! Are you even listening to yourself? You are calling our marriage stupid and on top of that, you are saying it holds no place for you. How could you!" She started throwing punches on his chest with her tiny fist making him angrier. He increased the hold of his handle on his sword, trying to control himself. "Fine! Our wedding holds no place for you, right? Then what was that which happened on our wedding night? Why did you claim your husbandly rights on me? Why did you consummate our marriage?" She roared with anger and pain. The wind suddenly started to increase its pace. The dark sky darkens more. The already cold weather became chilling cold. Leaves and soil started to fly with the breeze. The atmosphere became very scary but she was so immersed in her pain to notice it. "Tell me why? Huh, why? Don't you have an answer to it?" She was abruptly stopped as her legs didn't touch the ground. Her back touched the tree, legs floating in the air as her neck was grabbed by his one hand. He lost it. He was unable to control himself, his anger... his true self.

She was meant to be a peace offering. Instead, she became their obsession. When Eve Cavalari is forced into an arranged marriage with Vladimir Morozov, the notorious Pakhan to a rival mafia dynasty, she expects her life to be signed away in silence. But Vladimir doesn't't believe in tradition-or mercy. To him, loyalty is forged in fire, and his closest men, his ruthless consigliere and his violent enforcer, are bound to him in every way that matters. As the days pass by, Eve learns her role is far more dangerous than the daughter of a don, far more consuming than the bride of a king. She has been bound not to one man, but three. Each claims a piece of her: Vladimir, cold and commanding, who rules with unshakable control. Dante, the sharp-minded strategist, whose quiet intensity hides a lethal edge. Grayson, brutal and untamed, a storm of violence and desire. Together, they pull Eve into a world of fractured loyalties and forbidden hunger, where passion is entwined with peril and betrayal carries a death sentence. She was meant to unite two empires. Instead, she may be the spark that sets them all on fire.

She was a girl who believed in happy endings. He was the man who wrote his stories in blood. Aarohi Sharma's world was small-college events, late-night laughter, and dreams of a love story straight out of a fairytale. But one wrong turn down a silent road at 1 a.m. tore her innocence apart. She saw something she shouldn't have-a man executing betrayal under the moonlight. A man with eyes cold enough to stop her heartbeat. A man whose name the underworld whispered with fear-Aaryan Vardhan. The city called him The Devil in a Suit. Powerful. Merciless. Untouchable. And now, he wanted her. Aarohi's earring became his obsession, her trembling voice his new addiction. In his world of guns and lies, she was chaos disguised as purity. In her world of dreams, he was the monster that haunted the dark. But when fate binds a sinner and an innocent, love doesn't bloom-it burns. Between bullets and broken promises, Aarohi will learn that sometimes the devil doesn't come to destroy you... He comes to claim you. --- "She saw death in his eyes, but he saw life in hers."

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟐: 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐃𝐅 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 (𝟒𝟏𝟖 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒) 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒: - 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒 - 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒 - 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒 (𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬) 𝐏𝐃𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊: 𝐈𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐨 "Also, Akshat, she's not weak, she can protect herself" She's weak, my Princess is weak, so small, so fragile, almost like a ball of fur, so innocent so pure, she's the epitome of every good thing in the world, she's the personification of fucking angel you read about. She can be feisty I know that, but her heart, I don't want it to break seeing the cruelty like that. But I can't leave her unprotected, Bhai is right, keep her close and protect her but never LOVE her. Fuck that. I already do it, never show love, she can't come out to be my weakness for my enemies to catch, I'll ignore her then she will find someone else, someone who wouldn't belong here, and then she would be with him while I would continue to protect her from the background. No one would know, she's, my weakness. No one would attack her; this world would leave her alone. If people say, she lives in dreamland, I would fucking make that dreamland from scratch. She would get every fucking happiness in this world. I will make sure of it. TROPES #Childhood Love #Obsessive Male lead #Bubbly Female lead #Mafia Romance #Grumpy X Sunshine

••• "Just because I haven't touched you as a husband should, that doesn't mean I won't," he said, his voice low and menacing. Her knees felt weak, and she didn't dare move from where she stood, his presence overwhelming her completely. She could barely speak, her voice coming out in a soft, stammering whisper. "It-it wasn't anything like that. I swear... I" ~~~ ••• 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. To save her father's life, she made one vow: marry the coldest man in the city-and never fall in love. But monsters have hearts too. And his only beat for her. A Dark Forced Marriage Romance.

1st book of Cursed series in continuation of Shivanya series "You should stop staring at me like I'm some monster," Dhruv said coldly. Taara replied looking into his eyes "Then stop behaving like one, Rawal sa (prince) " For the first time in years... he laughed. But Dhruv didn't fall for her because she was soft. He fell because she walked straight into his darkness without trembling. "I ruin everything I touch," he warned her while caressing her cheeks Taara looked him straight in the eyes. "Then maybe I was born to survive ruin. " What Taara didn't know was - Dhruv had already decided something terrifying. He believed she was the only one who could break his curse. And he was willing to destroy the entire kingdom to keep her beside him. They called him the shadow of the kingdom. A person who doesn't have any identity of his own. Who lives under shadow of someone else. Prince Dhruv - the second prince of mahawargarh. A widower. Most intelligent and interested only in politics . A feared warrior. And the father of a five-year-old daughter who barely smiled anymore. People whispered that something inside him had died the night his wife did. But no one knew his real secret. No one knew the prince locked himself behind closed doors every night, drowning in dangerous addictions to silence the demons in his head. No one knew his hands trembled from withdrawal before battles. No one knew he believed he was cursed. And then came Taara. A maid who was too fearless for her own good. Too confident to lower her eyes. Too brave to fear a broken prince. She was just a maid working in his kingdom not aware of the fact...that she is going to be the curse breaker for him. " I am not innocent at all my little moon " he replied while moving towards her with slow steps " I am cursed " he smirked. Highy mature content

She was meant to marry the Younger brother. Meera's wedding to Aarav was supposed to be simple - a match arranged by two powerful families. But hours before the vows, Aarav disappears, leaving behind whispers, disgrace, and a broken bride. To protect their name, Veer Pratap Singh - the elder brother no one ever expected - is forced to take his place at the mandap. Cold. Commanding. A complete stranger. She became his wife in a moment of shame. He took her hand in silence. But his eyes? They never asked permission. Now, in a marriage born of duty, she's trapped with a man who doesn't speak of love... But watches her like she's already his. And the scariest part? Maybe she already is. Tropes🌟 Age gap romance Marriage of convenience Intense slow burn Fiancee elder brother Family honor Replaced groom Protective husband Healer to each other Shy FL X Calm Composed ML I am yours