Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Some themes, characters, or plotlines may not be for everyone, and that's completely okay. I'm not here to justify anything - this story is written with creative freedom and personal vision. If it's not your cup of tea, feel free to skip it. I appreciate respectful feedback, but unnecessary negativity or hate isn't welcome here. Let's keep this space supportive for all creators. --- maira Chauhan 22yrs old. tired of her life,unloved by her own family,daughter of kartik Chauhan. "how can you do this to me mom?"she asked her mother with so much pain in her voice. she was shocked when she got to knew about her twisted destiny. arhan khurrana 34yrs old. Top 1 business tycoon of Italy and India. And a underground mafia king. he was famous for his ruthlessness and coldness. "Finally i got a hold on you and be ready to face the wrath of arhan khurrana."he smirked burning her photos into ashes. Dive into the story to know more about it. #abusivehusband #maturecontent #18plus.

Velnyre University was never meant for girls like her. Brie Brownrigg is nothing but a scholarship girl in a kingdom ruled by legacies, scandals, and bloodlines older than the university itself. Her plan is simple, keep her head down, graduate, and leave this world of ruthless heirs behind. But plans mean nothing when Klein Beresford decides you belong to him. Heir to the Beresford empire. Golden boy of Velnyre. Every rumor about him is dangerous than the last and every girl wants to be the exception. Only Klein doesn't flirt, he doesn't chase, he hunts. And now, he's hunting her because obsession is a dangerous thing and love, in Klein's hands, feels a lot like possession. Because with him, it's never just romance. It's ruin. It's obsession. It's forever. He wasn't her prince. He was the monster at the gates, and she let him in.

"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.

Zara Reyes is a prison therapist. Matteo De Rossi is a mafia heir with a body count. She's supposed to stay detached. He's not supposed to care. Neither of them follows the rules. When Zara is assigned to Halworth Correctional Facility, she expects the usual-cold stares, heavy files, and men too far gone to reach. She doesn't expect him. Matteo is the kind of man they warn you about: dangerous, intelligent, and still terrifyingly charming while cuffed to a table. But as sessions turn into something messier, darker, and more intimate than either of them intended, Zara finds herself pulled into a world of secrets, power plays, and bloodstained loyalty. He sees her. She can't look away. And in a place where even the walls have ears, falling for the devil might be the last mistake she ever makes. Perfect for fans of morally gray men, forbidden romance, and slow-burn tension that turns lethal.

"I wish I had never met you. I wish I had never talked with you because you have made my life a hell. You are that black curse in my life which is not letting me die and not letting me live in peace. " "Yes, I may be the black curse or malediction. Call me anything you want but you can do nothing about it but accept me and accept our marriage. Believe it or not, but you are confined by the vows we had taken." ..... Humans are bound to suffer. This is also the story of a beautiful young doctor whose life is surrounded by heavy clouds and thunderstorms. Rebecca Jordan never had a beautiful life, and her life was never easier. Despite everything, she still had hope for a better future, and she was surviving, but her hopes shattered when Michael Vidal entered her life. Michael is the right-hand man of the Spanish mafia lord. He is as cruel as his leader, and he loves to kill. Being so close to your mafia king gives you benefits, and this also includes the power to do whatever you want. Rebecca captured his eyes, and he felt the desire to own her, possess her, and make her his. Nothing can stop him because he kills whoever comes his way. Will Rebecca ever be able to fall in love with a monster like him? Ranked 1st in #kidnapped 0ut of 36.8K stories (August 22, 23) 2 in #cruelworld (July 25, 23) 1 in #dark (July 30, 23) 2 in #sadistic (July 30, 23) 9 in #loyalty (July 31, 23) 3 in #ruthless (August 14, 23) 3 in #darkromance (August 14, 23) 6 in #loyalty (August 14, 23) 1 in #kept (August 14, 23) 1 in #confined (August 22, 23) 3 in #darklove (September 10, 23) 2 in #forcedrelationship (September 10, 23) 7 in #forcedmarriage (August 14, 23) 19 in #Spanishmafia (September 10, 23) Note: This book will be removed from Wattpad in December. Read it before that date.

"Millions of reasons, Tanya. All perfectly legal, or perfectly arranged to seem that way. I don't make threats. I explain consequences." He stepped close to her again, cupping her chin with his hand. His touch was like ice. She was too terrified to pull away. "So, you will sit tight. You will go to your school. You will teach my nephew. And you will look very, very pretty while doing it. You will not make me angry again. Understood?" A single, hot tear of pure, helpless rage escaped and traced a path down her cheek. He saw it. His dark eyes glittered with a perverse kind of satisfaction. He leaned in, his lips brushing her cheekbone where the tear had fallen. The kiss was chillingly soft, a brand of ownership. "You see?" he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "You look so pretty when you cry angrily. Like a good girl who finally understands her place." ___________________________________________ Love is a lie they tell to make obsession sound pretty. When Vardaan Rathore, a man whose bloodline was woven with power and violence, walked into her classroom, Tanya saw a negligent uncle. He saw the first and last woman who would ever tell him no. His obsession became her sentence. There was no courtship. Only a silent, brutal campaign of possession. Her life decided to conquer a queen, and the beautiful, terrible ruin he made of her in the process. #1 forced love #1 Darklove #1 runawayheroine #1 Captive Romance #1 Manipulation #1 Political Romance #1 Brokenheroine #1 Forcedintimacy #1 Forced relation #3 Indian #3 desi #3 teacher #4 badboy #35 Dark romance

"I'm ready to give you that freedom. You and your father can leave." I froze. What? I looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief, searching for any sign he was lying. Any smirk, any cruel glint. But he was calm. Too calm. Then he spoke again-and his words struck like a bolt of lightning straight through me. "But for that..." he paused, his voice dipping to a deadly softness, "you have to be my breeder." She was the kind of girl whose world revolved around her cats and her jesus. Daughter of one of Ireland's most influential figures, she lived behind the guarded gates of power but felt like a stranger in her own home. With a stepmother who wore venom like perfume and a stepsister who never missed a chance to tear her down, Niamh learned to find solace in silence. She didn't mind the isolation-not really. But everything changed with a single glance. One dance of seduction. One moment of tamtation.That was all it took to unravel the threads of her carefully stitched life. She believed in fairytales. In is prince and kindness. In magic that heals. But instead, she found herself tangled in the dark salvation of a man who had no light left in him. The fairytale she longed for didn't come with a white horse. It came cloaked in blood, wrapped in chains, and whispered promises laced with pain. And the moment she stepped into his world, there was no going back. "He craves her purity just to stain it with his sins"

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

|𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈| 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴. "Junoon ban chuki ho tum. Ishq ki tapish se bhi tez aur pagalpan ki har hadon se paar. Is qadar beyhadh ki tumhari rooh tak qaid karne ka irada hai." Upon stumbling with "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆" Aarav on her cousin's wedding, Mishika struggles to keep the dark secrets hidden under the veil. However fate has always been cruel to her. Betrayed and tricked by her own extended family, she finds herself at the altar, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 the man who was supposed to be her cousin's husband-to-be, the same man she had hated for 6 years. Threatened to take 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 on the very first night by her forced husband, she was pushed and pulled between the past she can't get over from and the practicality of life. When she scramble to figure out her expectations and boundaries in the hopeless marriage, she was left shaken when her 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦-𝘧𝘰𝘳-𝘢-𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 confessed about being 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 with her since 8 years. An obsession he strived years to bury and get over with. But will it be so easy for 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 to incarcerate his favourite 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 when somewhere deep he knew that 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥 ? her heart was latched with HATE his mind was tainted with LUST? ❌No Cheating Between The Leads❌

" I won't marry you! ...Ge..t out of here!" I screamed in fear. my voice breaking. Ammi grabbed my hand, her grip tight with desperation. "Stop! Don't say anything! He will hurt you bacha!" But I wasn't listening with trembling hands, I picked up a small mirror from the table and throw it at him, everyone's eyes widened. "Leave you monster!!!" Shiva dodged it effortlessly, mirror shattered at his feet, his eyes narrowing. His jaw clenched, He exhaled sharply, his patience snapping, Everyone hold their breath thinking now he's going to hurt me as well. "Shoot her father's leg." "No!" I screamed, DIG IN TO FIND OUT MORE Do not click on this book if you can't handle senstive content.© Trigger warning ⚠️ rape, abuse, trauma, suicidal behaviour, anger , mention of blood , murder. I don't own any picture. All the photos belong to their rightful owners, only the storyline is mine so please don't copy my story, thank you.