"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.

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

Only for The Lovers of BENEATH HIS SHADOW. Disclaimer:⚠️ Heirs of Their Shadow is a dark romance containing mature and disturbing themes such as violence, dominance, manipulation, and sexual assault references. It is intended for mature readers only. This story does not glorify or romanticize abuse. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Please remember, this is fiction-read at your own risk. If such content triggers or disturbs you, it's best not to proceed. ---