My Husband Is a Psychopath I am Anya Frances Von Hemsworth, born into power, wealth, and a life of freedom I had no intention of surrendering. But my parents had other plans. My marriage was arranged long before I understood what the word promise even meant- and the man waiting at the end of that promise is Nicholaus Henrik Vlatislov, a rising Soviet Army General... and the future President. I was Mischief. Reckless. Chaos. He was Discipline. Silence. Control. We were never meant to mix-until we were forced to. And marriage to him? It was supposed to be political. Practical. Not the beginning of my own personal nightmare. Because Nicholaus Vlatislov is not a normal man. One night, I saw him standing at the end of the hallway- his uniform soaked, his face dripping with blood. He smiled at me... that slow, terrifying, predatory grin. I blinked- And he was gone. Was it real? Or am I slowly losing my mind inside this cold, suffocating mansion? My life after the wedding becomes a prison made of marble and silence. No parties. No alcohol. No friends. No chaos. Just a dangerously calm husband who watches everything... and ignores my reckless acts as if he's waiting for me to break. But the more I try to escape him, the more I realize something horrifying- Nicholaus isn't ignoring me. He's studying me. Because the General of the Soviet Army did not marry for politics. He married for possession. Obsession. And for reasons darker than I'm prepared to understand. And now... my heartbeat doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to my husband- the psychopath I was forced to love.

𝑫𝒓. 𝒁𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑨𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑰𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚❤️‍🔥 ✿𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎✿ ᯓᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᯓʜᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᯓᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᯓɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ × ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᯓᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᯓᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ × ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᡣ𐭩 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨: 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 ᡣ𐭩 "I hate you!" "You mean love" "No way. I meant what I said. I hate you" "So you hate me?" "Absolutely!" "No problem! I hate you too"

DARK ROMANCE! My back hit the wall, I was trembling in fear because of his close proximity. He was so angry that his veins were popping out from his neck, his jaw was clenched. I didn't dare to look at his eyes. "look at me!" I didn't muster the courage to look at his evil eyes so i kept my head low, squeezing myself in the wall. His hot and raged breath was fanning my face. In an instance he moved closer flushing his body against mine. A whimper left my mouth and I put my hands on his chest to create some distance but he didn't even budge. Chloe:M-mov-e away.. The next moment he punched the wall so hard just right next to my head, and I close my eyes in fear as new set of tears welled up in my eyes. The next thing he held my jaw with his one hand and jerked my face up and... ⚠️ 18+

" 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲" ★ - 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐲𝐞𝐝 : a billionaire with insomnia. something's happened to the sunshine guy in the past 2 years that left him with a curse, a dreadful trauma, something he can never detach himself from, a sin he committed to be precise. A kind of pain that leaves unhealed scars on the heart. A curse that completely changes the person. ☆ - 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 : a famous neurologist. Growing up in a typical household, the girl always dreamt of studying medicine, despite the family's degrading attitude towards girls. She eventually fulfills her dream and breaks those stereotypes. A girl obsessed with beaches, ice cream, and is a ball of sunshine, a bundle of happiness. She's clumsy yet adorable. 𖤐 - 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 ? 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝 ? to get to know more you've to hop into reading the book.

What will happen when two most arrogant people meet each other? Meet Anika, a simple Bangladeshi girl who leaves her country for a better future. And Edward Who is a cold arrogant smart and handsome CEO who believes in himself the most. (rude but true) But they both hold some little secrets. What will happen when they find out the truth? Are they fated to be together? Journey full of surprises and secrets. HEY, WATTPAD READERS, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS STORY, I IOVE IT. I'M AIMING FOR A LOT OF VOTES AND COMMENTS, SO PLEASE DO!!! GOOD OR BAD, IM OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS

It was supposed to be a joke. A stupid prank by his mischievous friends. One signature on a piece of paper, nothing more. But the paper wasn't fake. And the joke turned into reality. Now Inanya Rayyan Alvi is legally married to Zavian Azlan Shah - the one man she swore she hated, the one who never took her feelings seriously. She fell for him first, but he rejected her without mercy. She moved on, gain confidence, learned to ignore him. Until fate - and a prank - bound them forever. She's furious. He's guilty. They're enemies. They're husband and wife. But when Zavian realizes what he almost lost, will he fight to keep her? Or will the prank that ruined everything... become the love story neither of them expected?

"Ye jo tumhari anaa or mu pr baat marne wali aadat h na, bilkul bhi achi nahi h me bata dun!" "Me chahti bhi nahi hun k achi h." Wo use dekhe baghair, nashte par focus kar k keh rahi thi. It's my 2nd novel,first one was RAH E ISHQ (completed on wattpad). (Edited: Ok so... I want to clear that i wrote this story when i was 14 or 15, as it's my 2nd story so maybe somethings doesn't make sense or somethings would feel childish- so don't judge me by my first few stories, Now I'm trying to do better, OK...😭🖤) Follow me on insta:@tozko_wafa

𝐵𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐻𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡; ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟. " 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 " 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖿𝖺𝗍 - 𝖾 - 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗅

[Love that crossed power and empires] "Is there any problem, begum?" I asked, placing the book aside, my voice neutral but alert. She swallowed. "I have given my consent," she said, so softly it barely carried, "You should get married to Inaayat Amira." For a moment, I thought I had misheard. My head snapped up. My ears sharpened, every muscle in my body going rigid. "Perdon me?" I said, rising to my feet. "Repeat that." I took a step toward her. Then another. She said nothing. Her gaze dropped to the floor, lashes trembling, as if words had suddenly betrayed her. A dry, humorless smile curved my lips. "Itni samajdar ho gayi," I said quietly, stopping in front of her, "ki apne sohar ke liye faisle karne lagi?" I lifted her chin between my index and middle finger. Her skin was warm. Too warm. She flinched at the contact. "Itni samajdar," I continued, my voice lowering, sharper now, "ki mujhe baantne ke liye bhi taiyaar ho gayi aap?" I forced her to look at me.