His Captive Girlfriend [Mature | Dark College Romance | 18+] He is the king of St. Augustine's. Rich. Ruthless. Beautiful in the way monsters are. Aryan Khanna takes whatever he wants, and he decided he wanted me. One birthday party. One dark room. One mistake that broke me forever. Now I'm his "girlfriend." I smile when he touches me in public. I sit on his lap like a good girl. I come to his penthouse every night, crying, begging, bleeding. Because he has a video. Because he owns the college, my scholarship, my father's debts. Because if I run, he'll destroy everything I love. I hate him. I fear him. But every time he forces his way inside me, my body forgets how to say no. He calls me his little bird in a cage he built just for me. The door is locked. The key is around his neck. And the worst part? Some nights I stop reaching for the lock. TRIGGER WARNINGS: non-con/dub-con, blackmail, forced relationship, violence, explicit sexual content, emotional abuse, stalking, degradation. This is a very dark romance. Please read responsibly. #darkromance #enemiestolovers #forcedrelationship #college #possessive #mafiaheirs #angst

Mara thought she knew what pain was. She grew up in a house where love was a myth and her brother's fist was a reality. But when she's forced to sign a marriage contract to Malachi, the man who dismantled her dignity, she learns that some debts are paid in blood, and others are paid in screams. ​Malachi is a predator with a God complex. He has bought her from her father to settle a lifelong grudge. He promises her a living hell, and on their wedding night, he delivers. ​Mara is fragile, innocent, and brilliant. Malachi is cruel, obsessed, and unstoppable. ​She signed the paper to save her father's heart. Now, she'll have to survive the man who wants to rip out hers. Author's Note: This story contains extremely dark themes, domestic suffering, and non-consensual situations. Reader discretion is heavily advised. 🎖️#1Unwanted ••• 12.03.26 🎖️#2 Abusivehusband ••• 12.03.26 🎖️#3 Bullyromance ••• 17.03.26 🎖️#2 Bullystory •••25.03.26 🎖️#1 Trauma ••• 07.04.26 🎖️#7 Slowburn••• 15.04.26 🎖️#3 Angst ••• 18.04.26 🎖️#2 Dark ••• 04.05.26

This is Book 2 in the series. Book one being "My Mistake". I'd recommend reading that book first but it's not absolutely necessary. I thought I knew what love would feel like. I'd been dreaming of it for so long. I've spent my whole life fighting to be chosen. Chosen by a family. Chosen by a future. Chosen by someone who sees me as more than the girl who was left behind. So when Marcus walked into my life; attractive, attentive, and impossibly put together. It felt like stepping into a world where I was finally the center of something beautiful. I started spending less time at home, but that's normal when you're in love. I started checking my phone more in class, but that's what you do when someone misses you. I started apologizing more, but relationships take work. He just wanted what was best for me. He liked my nails a certain way because it looked elegant. He answered questions for me because he knew me so well. He didn't like when I walked away from him because he was afraid to lose me. He didn't like my friends because he wanted all my time. He didn't like when I chose other people over him, but he's my boyfriend. That's fair. He said love is about choosing each other first. And I wanted to be the kind of girl who was good at love. So I did choose him. Over my friends. Over my family. Over the life I had built. He didn't ask for much, but he gave me so much. So I let him pick my nail color. I let him speak for me. It was easier that way. He was happier that way. And when he's happy, he's so soft. So sweet. So proud of me. Like I've done something right. When Marcus is happy, his hold is gentle, not punishing. When Marcus is happy his presence comforts me, it doesn't scare me. When Marcus is happy, he doesn't hurt me. When Marcus is happy, I can be happy. I thought this was going to be a love story, but it's not. This is My Story.

Cassian Drevault is a prisoner of his own madness. Born into a kingdom of cruelty and cold control, he wears his legacy like chains - and beneath the polished mask, he punishes himself for every tear Ziva Mace sheds. Three years ago, she stained his world with a single careless spill. Since then, she has been his obsession, his torment, the fracture in his fractured soul. She doesn't remember him. She never knew the man who watches her from the shadows, who lures her into a gilded cage beneath his cold estate's iron gates. He cages her body with iron rules, surveillance, and ruthless demand. But she cages his soul with silent defiance. Every tear she refuses to shed, he bleeds thrice over. Every act of resistance, he scars himself in the dark, invisible to the world. To the outside, he is the captor - the man who owns her. But in the prison of obsession and pain, the roles are blurred. She is the jailer. He is the captive. And in this poisoned dance of possession, love is a weapon, agony a currency, and freedom a cruel illusion neither can afford. --- "He built a cage of walls and whispers - but she holds the key to his prison." "She is the lock he cannot pick, the silence he cannot break." "In the end, captivity is not about chains - it's about who holds your soul."

A slow smile spread across his face. "I think God is finally on my side." My heart dropped. "Yadav..." he looked at Baba, "not only will you suffer death..." His voice turned colder. "You'll suffer through your daughter's screams too." --- "No..." I whispered, backing away. He started walking toward me. I clung to Baba, my body shaking violently. "Please..." Baba begged, his voice breaking for the first time. "Leave her... she has nothing to do with this..." But he didn't listen. He grabbed my arm and yanked me away. "BABA!" I screamed. He dragged me toward one of the rooms. I fought. Kicked. Scratched. "Leave me! Please! Let me go!" The door slammed shut. He threw me on bed..... PS - Not a love story. No happy ending.... 🏅#1 in #abusivecontent -1/4/2026 to 15/4/2026 🏅#1 in #abusivehusband - 15/4/2026 🏅#1 in #Domestiviolence - 15/4/2026

"Who was that boy...?" Ryan asked, his voice calm and steady. But even in the cool night air, I could feel the storm of anger building inside him, ready to break free. My throat tightened. I didn't know what to say. Fear rooted me to the spot. "ANSWER ME, LILY." His voice roared through the quiet park, startling me. I flinched and instinctively tried to step back, but Ryan's hand caught mine. In a sharp pull, he drew me closer, leaving no space between us. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, the world around us fading into silence. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat louder than the rustling leaves. "You are mine, Lily..." he whispered, low and possessive, sending shivers down my spine. . . . This is the story of Lily and Ryan- a sweet, clumsy girl and a dangerous mafia leader whose worlds should have never collided. Pictures do not belong to me. All credit goes to the rightful owners. Ranking: 23 May 2022 #1 Obsession #6 Jealousy #12 Forced

⚠️ Content Warning This story contains extremely dark themes, including: assault, attempted rape, depression, domestic violence, miscarriage, sexual abuse, stalking, statutory rape, suicide, torture, and violent death. It is a work of fiction exploring obsession, manipulation, and control. This story is not intended to romanticize or glorify abusive behavior. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Alex grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him, his eyes burning with possession and danger. "You're mine now," he growled. "My wife. My hidden bride. My possession. I'll take you whenever I want, however I want, wherever I want. And if you even flinch... you'll regret it." He pressed closer, his body radiating heat and dominance, his voice dripping with obsession. "Take off your clothes, Lara. Now." She trembled, frozen, tears streaming down her cheeks as he shoved her against the wall. "This isn't a cage," he sneered. "This is hell. And I'm the devil who will take you as I please. Whenever, wherever, however. Because you belong to me." Her fingers shook as they moved toward her blouse, every motion filled with fear, shame, and an impossible desire she couldn't name. He grabbed her roughly, pushing her onto the bed, climbing over her like a predator claiming his prey. His lips crashed against hers - not gentle, not forgiving - a kiss that punished, bruised, and demanded. "Spread your legs, my little wife," he hissed. "Or I'll make you." Every nerve in her body screamed. Every heartbeat betrayed her. And yet... she couldn't look away from the dark fire in his eyes. Because with him, fear and desire were inseparable.

My scalp and jaw were paining too much for my mouth to defy him . But i promised myself I wouldn't ever listen to this dominating jerk . " how dare you talk to him ! "His voice boomed " how dare you defend another man in front of me ! " And his pull got harder " ahhhh " Tears were flowing down " Edward was.."I said but I was cut off with a slap on my face " I dare you to take another man's name again from your mouth and let me tell you , you're not gonna be able to see light again !" Read the novel to know more..... The story gets better trust me ❤️ #1 Control #1 Fear #1 Possessive #1 Obsessed #2 Dark love

She was raised to believe pain was love. He was raised to destroy anyone who touched what was his. When she escapes her family and falls into the arms of an Italian mafia boss, survival turns into obsession. He doesn't just save her. He avenges her. Slowly.