Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.

"The only people who can change the Mr. Oberois are their wives-the Mrs. Oberois." The Oberois are rich, powerful, and famous. Their business empire is admired across the world. To society, the Oberoi family appears dignified, cultured, and deeply respectable. But behind closed doors, reality is far different. The men of the Oberoi family are ruled by ego and arrogance. Power matters more than people, and emotions are seen as weakness. They don't believe in changing themselves-and this mindset is passed down to their sons. Since the women of the household never challenge this behavior, it becomes tradition rather than a flaw. The new heirs of the Oberoi legacy are no different. There are four heirs-each with a distinct personality-but one trait binds them together: ruthlessness. Image and business come first, just like their fathers. They care little about emotions, consequences, or the hearts they trample on their way to success. But everything begins to change when four new girls enter the Oberoi mansion. These women are nothing like the previous Mrs. Oberois. The four wives are different in nature, strength, and perspective-but they share one powerful quality: a soft heart with unbreakable courage. They feel deeply, love fiercely, and refuse to stay silent. Where others accepted cruelty, they question it. Where others endured, they stand their ground. Everyone carries their own scars, secrets, and stories. And when these four women step into the lives of the four ruthless heirs, destiny takes an unexpected turn.

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💎 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 | 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆 × 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕 "Nine months. One baby. No strings attached... Until he decided she was his to keep." 🥀 She needed money. 💔 He needed an heir. 🍼 Neither expected to fall... 🔥 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒓𝒂 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒂'𝒔 life is crumbling drowning in debts, losing hope, and fighting to save her mother's life. When the hospital gives her a week's ultimatum, desperation pushes her into a world she never belonged to. 🌧️ That's when she meets 𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 cold, powerful, and sinfully magnetic. Billionaire CEO. The man everyone fears... and the one she can't resist. One overheard conversation. One impossible deal. One contract that changes everything. "𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒓𝒂... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏." 🖤 Nine months. One baby. No strings attached. Or so they thought... Because obsession has no rules. Secrets have no mercy. And when Mayra discovers that his family destroyed hers, love turns to betrayal, and passion turns to war. 🌑 ✨ 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆... 💎 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 🍼 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 🔥 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 & 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍 🥀 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔-𝒕𝒐-𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 🌑 𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘-𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏

Only evil men enjoy the color red.

"𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦." Sophia gasped as his hand tightened around her neck, his gun suddenly lowered to her heat, teasing her. The more she fought, the tighter his grip got and the more breathless she grew as he started moving the gun against her, making the knot in her stomach tighten. Storm took the safety off the gun, glaring at her with those piercing arctic eyes of his. "Scream for me, pet." Sophia screamed. ❦ Sophia Morales' life shattered when her family fell victim to a brutal murder, orchestrated by Viktor "Storm" Osipova, a notorious hitman entangled in the dark web of the Russian mafia. Storm's brutality had forever marked the girl's life. Storm took everything from her and, in turn, threw the young girl into an orphanage, only to be tossed from family to family, enduring abuse and neglect. For years, Sophia's insatiable thirst for retribution grew, twisting into something far darker and more sinister than mere revenge. Storm became the object of her obsession as her anger transcended a simple wish for revenge, particularly as she grew up parentless and deprived of affection. But vengeance alone was not what drove the young girl. Her obsession with Storm grew with each passing day she was abused by the very system his actions had inadvertently thrown her into. For several years, she had been stalking him, waiting for the perfect moment to exact her revenge and unveil the enigmatic layers of the man who had torn her world apart, as the line between vengeance and obsession blurred. Sophia was determined to avenge her family-even if it meant taking a life in their name.

NEED EDITING ⚠️ The story contains some violence abuse which may trigger you if you're uncomfortable you can quit the story now but please don't spread hate on my work :) ♕︎ Her eyes start filling with tears but she blinks immediately to get rid of them. She doesn't want to show him her weak side, looking up, meeting his gaze which only held anger and hate Y/n: "P-Please it's i-important I-I really n-need m-money" She said and again look down, not wanting to burst out in tears in front of him. An evil thought crossed his mind and he stood up with a smirk playing on his lips. Taehyung: "You are really in need of money?" He said oddly calm she looked up and nod for once blinking innocently, his heart softened after looking at her pale face. Taehyung: "Okay I will give you" He smiles at her not the normal one but full of evilness there is something evil reflecting in his eyes He extend his right leg dropping the smile, his right shoes in front of her indicating her something which she didn't understand until he spoke Taehyung: "Lick it" ♕︎ What? This is description not the book touch the read button darling <3

***-Ang...-he said while he grabbed her hand. -I promise you, I'll never do this again. -I don't give a fuck anymore Jason. I really don't. If you want your wife to look like a fool then congratulations, you've managed that. -To look like a fool?! What about the fool you made out of me when you flirted with all of the men that attended the gala tonight?! -he asked furiously. -You must be joking. This is a fucking joke right? - she said now laughing. She was irresistible. She loosened her hair from her ponytail and now it was falling down her back and front reaching her perfect breasts. -Take off your dress. -he then said with dark look on his face. WHAT, she thought to herself. She looked like she forgot to breathe. -I'm not taking my clothes off, what the fuck is wrong with you?! -she managed to yell. -I'm not going to say it again, you do it or help me God I'll do it and it'll not be nice. -he said while looking at her like she's some kind of prey. **** This is a story about Angie and Jason and their arranged marriage. Story gets even more complex as Jason is a leader of East coast biggest mafia, and Angie is the daughter of West coast gang boss. After a rocky start and many obstacles along the way, the question is, will they manage to save their marriage? Mature scenes of sex, violance and abuse prevail in the story so readers are warned. The story is not suitable for those younger than 18. Everything that happened in the story is fiction and is not condoned by the author.

Brotherhood Billionaires Book 2 He wanted her then and he wants her now. And this time he won't let her go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~●~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Madhav Raj Singh Ranawat No one knows the side of her that she hides from the world that lies under her confident mask. The woman I never wanted to cross paths again in my life. Yet now she is friends with my sister. Living in the same city and slowly coming back into my life. Meera Shekhawat No one knows the ruthless man he is, hidden behind the charming, sunshine boy he pretends to be. The boy who broke my heart and trust. I never wanted to even see him yet I don't have any other option other than asking his help in the company. But he isn't the reason I disappeared from his life. Now he wants me back and is even persistent. And I don't want to hurt him. Faith has intervened in their paths again tying them into a bond that lasts forever. Will they be able to leave the past behind and start a new beginning or the past will never leave their side? (Mature 18+ !!)

Darkromance with JesBible "Get on your knees, and surrender what remains of your will."