She is a small-town girl with stars in her eyes and dreams too big for the world she had grown up in. She wants to see the world, live freely, and write her own destiny. She is innocent and naive, but stronger than the suffering that tries to break her. One day, she will walk away from the life destiny has forced upon her and live on her own terms. And on that day, she will no longer be his surrogate...she will be just herself, a girl who never stopped chasing the stars.

"The servants are still awake downstairs. My wife is just down the hall." ​"You shouldn't have come up here tonight," I say, my voice low, a deep baritone that carries a sharp, aristocratic edge. ​"H-Hukum... main toh bas..." I choked out, a hot tear spilling over my lashes as my hands tightly fisted into the simple fabric of my faded cotton tunic (poshak). I looked up into his cruel, handsome face, completely trapped in the golden cage of his desires. (Hukum... I was just...) __________________________________ I want to warn everyone right at the start: this story is extremely dark and contains a lot of disturbing content. If this isn't your cup of tea, please don't read it. I don't want any negative comments, as I have already given you fair warning.

"Get off me." I struggle to no avail, trying to get control of my arms, which he easily keeps pinned. "You son of a-" I'm cut off by his hand over my mouth, leaving his other hand to grip both my wrists above my head. "Do you really want to finish that sentence?" He's starting to get irritated, but I'm too angry to care. I nod my head and yell obscenities that are muffled by his hand. I try to bite his hand, but it's pressed so tightly on my mouth that my teeth can't get a grip on anything. I just want to get out of this extremely vulnerable position. He's barely even putting force into his actions, and yet he is so much stronger than me. It's a terrifying thought to realise that you would be helpless if a man wanted to harm you, subjected to his whims just because of biological differences. "Seriously, Mollie, stop being so childish." He removes his hand and wipes it on my shirt. I don't miss how his hand stays on my waist. "Get off me then," I hide my fear behind my anger and hope he doesn't see through it. I think he does, because he teases me with a smile, "What will you do if I don't? You can't exactly do much in this position." His words sink an arrow of terror into my gut. *** Mollie's bus is hijacked by a group of masked men one day when she's on her way home from university. The hostages are taken to a house in the woods where they're ransomed back to their families. All except Mollie. The leader of the masked men has an interest in her, one that seems to have existed before the hijacking, and doesn't want to let her go. It seems that she's been kidnapped for keeps.

This isn't for you if you like fairytales . It's not for soft hearted ones . " How many times ? " He asked gently, his frame close to hers . She was terrified beyond measure. " W.what ? " She dared to ask . He chuckled. " How many times shall I beat your disobedience out ? " " A.ab.abhimaan " she whisperd . " Mhm ? " he hummed. " M.maine k.kuch nahi k.kiya iss baar " She pleaded softly. " You weren't trying to escape guards ? " He asked , wiping her tears . She froze. " Can't function long with a dose , can you ? " He said while rolling his belt on his fist .

"I-im sorry please don't hurt me" I whimper as he steps towards me with slow steps. "You fucking ran, what did I say would happen if you did?" He seethes. I dont answer staring at him in fear. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ "𝐀𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞." ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ ⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Broken Winter 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ "P-please don't," I sob. Zayden stood behind me, one hand gripping my shoulder to keep me in the chair, the other holding a sharp pair of scissors. "It's just a haircut, darling," he said with a dark smile. "P-please. You know how much I love my hair," I begged. He lowered his head until his lips were close to my ear, his voice dropping to a murmur. "And that's exactly why I'm going to cut it," he whispered with a smirk. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ Winter is an innocent girl, sheltered by her father most of the time she barely interact with the outside world. It all ends when a man enters her life kidnaps her and decides shes his victim for his revenge. Will Winter escape him? ♡♡♡ Zayden wants vengeance for his sister. Instead of taking revenge from Winters father he takes her. Why? Because she simply took his interest at first sight. Will zayden be satisfied once his revenge is complete?

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 is a man Italy has learned to fear. Ruthless, merciless, and seated at the head of a blood-soaked empire, he has never been known for forgiveness. His unfaithful wife learned that before her death. Now, the only person Dante cares for is his five-year-old son, Matteo. When Matteo needs a nanny, Dante makes his expectations painfully clear. He wants someone he will never look at twice. An old woman. A nun. Anyone incapable of becoming another temporary desire. Then Sister 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 steps into his mansion. At twenty-one, Delilah has known nothing beyond the walls of the church. Gentle, painfully innocent, and carrying wounds she has been taught to call punishment, she arrives in Italy believing she has been sent to care for a lonely little boy. She knows nothing of the criminal empire surrounding her. Nothing of the blood on Dante Russo's hands. And nothing of the way he looks at her. She was supposed to be invisible to him. Instead, the quiet little nun becomes the only temptation the devil cannot ignore. And Dante Russo has never been a man who denies himself what he wants.

She was their princess. Then she became their shame. At seventeen, Aadhira was accused of a crime that tore her family apart. Overnight, she lost her home, her reputation, and everyone she loved. Seven years later, she returns as the bride of Arjun rathore. To her family, she is still the girl who ruined everything. To her husband, she is an unwanted responsibility. But while everyone is busy judging her, Aadhira is hiding secrets of her own. The past isn't over. The truth isn't dead. And someone should have made sure she never came back. • misunderstood daughter • arranged marriage •secret identity •cold fml × indifferent ml • strangers × life long partners •strong fml × strong ml

In an instant she was slammed onto the locker and he held her shoulders tightly. She whimpered in pain. "Open your eyes" He spoke sternly. She knew to better not deny him so she opened her eyes slowly though even after opening her eyes she was met with darkness. "Please let me go"she begged helplessly He chuckled darkly. And leaned closer to whisper in her ear " You know I love watching you completely helpless like this. Under. My. Mercy" With that said his hand went down and he squeezed her ass making her cry more.she punched his chest but she was nothing compared to his well built energy. "Pl- her words were cut short when he slammed his lips on hers. ************* Full description in the chapter. Do read

His hands itch to grab her hand forcefully and make her unconscious in his arms. And he didn't hold the urge to grab her. He grabbed her forcefully, shut her mouth with his arm to keep her silent. She wriggles in his arm trying to break free. He can hear her breath caught in her throat. The girl in his arm starts crying and hyperventilating. She seemed shocked by everything that happened. "Don't shout or I'll make you unconscious." He speaks warningly in his deep controlling voice. He can feel the girl try to shake her head yes. He feels satisfied that his bambina complied with his demand. Slowly he puts away his hand from her mouth. Her whimpers can be heard clearly from her free mouth. "Good girl." He praises. "Now do everything I told you and you'll not get hurt." He slowly unwraps his arm from her body feeling cautious that the girl tries to escape. The girl seems to comply with every command. It pleases him with her attitude. He drags her arm and brings her to her car. Push her up in the front seat and tied her arm to the arm holder.

"Strip, Doll." The command came from two men at the exact same moment, their deep, dark voices echoing through the silent room. She froze. Dressed in a pristine white wedding gown, she looked breathtakingly beautiful-fair, delicate, and heartbreakingly fragile, like a porcelain doll moments away from breaking. Her trembling hands instinctively clutched the fabric of her dress as tears welled in her eyes. "P-Please..." she whispered, shaking her head. "Please... don't do this... Please... leave me alone." Her broken plea dissolved into quiet sobs, but the room remained cold and merciless. One of the men rose from his seat and slowly walked toward her. "Why, Doll?" he asked in a dark, emotionless voice. "You were the one who came into our lives. You were the one who claimed to love both of us, weren't you? You were the one who wanted to marry us... to spend your wedding night with us." A cold smile tugged at his lips. "You only wanted it at different times. We simply chose to make it happen together. What's the difference? Whether it's separately or at the same time..." He shoved her onto the bed. She let out a frightened gasp as tears silently streamed from her wide, puppy-like eyes. The other man walked toward the bed and looked down at her. "It was this innocent face that trapped both of us, wasn't it?" he said with a bitter smile. "Look... we both fell for it." He climbed onto the bed, his gaze never leaving her. "Come on... let's celebrate our wedding night. After all, this was your wish... wasn't it?" Her tears silently rolled down her cheeks as fear and confusion filled her eyes. ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ʜɪᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ. ⚠ ᴇxᴩʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ⚠ |ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ| |ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ| |ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ʀᴇ