She walked into that club ready to sell herself- not for pleasure, not for desire, but because desperation makes even innocence cheap. She expected darkness. She didn't expect to stare straight into the eyes of the devil who ruled it. Aryan Abdullah. A man who kills without blinking, commands without raising his voice, and destroys anything that shakes in fear before him. She shouldn't have seen the blood on his hands. She shouldn't have watched him pull the trigger. Witnesses die in Aryan's world. Always. No exceptions. But she wasn't killed. No- he chose a fate far crueler. He stepped behind her, wrapped his arm around her waist, pressed his chest to her trembling back, and locked her shaking fingers around the gun. "This is hell," he whispered, before forcing her hand to fire the bullet. Her innocence died with the gunshot. Her soul burned with it. Her freedom was buried beneath his claim. "She is mine." The moment she became a sinner, she became his- a possession carved in fear, a witness turned weapon, a girl the devil decided he was going to keep. She wanted to save her father. She ended up belonging to a monster. And Aryan? He doesn't want forgiveness. He doesn't want redemption. He only wants her- terrified, stained, and tied to him with blood she never meant to spill. In his world, hell isn't a punishment. It's a home- and he just dragged her inside.

••• "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.

Isabelle Hart never fit in, being bullied daily at school and working nonstop to pay off your mothers drug debt wasn't the best thing a 17 year old wanted to do in their last year of high school. What happens when Isabelle is assigned to work as a maid in a billionaire families home, who just so happens to be in the Italian mafia? With the attention of two handsome brothers on her Isabelle's life is turned upside down. * BOOK TWO OF THE MAFIAS PRINCESS* • THIS CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE! 💗

Rabya was unwillingly tied up in a knot of marriage with the only son of a big Zamindar; Adhrit Singh Chauhan. She once had a happy life, trying to achieve her dreams in the metropolitan city by striving to become independent so that she can financially support her family. But then, her one mistake and she was forced to marry Adhrit who's a decade older than her and lives in that regressive part of a small town in Uttar Pradesh where girls are not even allowed to step out of their house. Will Adhrit ever be able to be loved by his wife? Or will she always remain his unwilling bride?

"Tripti, you know what that means?", he asks in a deep voice, the type of voice which makes your legs go jelly. Not from anticipation but from fear. I was still trembling under him. "It means satisfaction, and You, my darling, are going to provide me that." After processing what he just said, I gave him back, " Rudra, you know what it means? ", I see him stiffen." The mighty lord Shiva, but you-! " "Oh I'm no god I know that, the opposite maybe?.... Rudra means "the roarer", "the terrible", "the untamed", "the destroyer", "one who kills", "one who makes people cry", and my darling, I'm all those things. ", He stated in a dangerous low voice. #2 in #forcedrelationship (29/3/23) #3 in #India (26/3/23) #3 in #desi (20/6/23) #3 in #hindi (3/6/2023) #4 in #billionaire (6/4/23) #6 in #hindi (24/3/23) #7 in #indian (15/6/23) #7 in #forced (1/4/23) #8 in #desi (4/6/23) #8 in #forcedmarriage (29/3/23) #8 in #obesession (1/4/23) #9 in #love (5/4/23) ⚠️DO NOT COPY!

Abhimanyu singh rathore , the king of the city jodhpur and the famous business tycoon of India, who has no interest in marriage and relationship. suddenly his family arranged his marriage with a girl named Siya, who is totally different from his world belongs to a middle-class family, he tried a lot to stop the marriage but the fate was not his side they both are tied in a relationship against their will let's see what destiny has planned for them in future, will they'll be able to make this marriage successful....

Book 2 of his series Rishi Rajvansh, the CEO of Rajvansh law firm. A brilliant lawyer with godly physique suddenly falls in a trap of love which was created by her ultimate lover Aditi, to reach her goal what will happen when he will know about the truth. Aditi Sharma, a cheerful girl who loves her best friend unconditionally and madly. She doesn't trust the world when it comes to her friend and with that thought she decided to seduce the brother in law of her best friend. She did almost everything possible to join the law firm of Rishi Rajvansh. What is her goal, is it only her best friend or there is something more to it? let's dive into the story of Aditi and Rishi to find out the truth

Alvin Romano an Italian ruthless mafia and a successful businessman. A billionaire who is no less than an animal. He doesn't hesitate to kill a person and make his life hell. His world is full of dark secrets and illegal works. But his world turns upside down when he meets his ultimate vicious obsession. Ishita Kapoor a writer, who is escaping from reality. She left her home country to find her solace and ultimate peace. She hates Illegal works and mafia's. This dark world is the sole reason she is here. Wandering in delusions and hope one day her life will be normal but her hopes shattered when she met her enormous fear. Her nightmare changed into reality. He is fire and she is water, their purpose and dreams are parallel to each other. Will they be able to find their peace or will they be entangled in their own created illusions.

Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.