What H wants, H gets. And Camilla is not an exception. Montemayor Saga [ complete ] [ old story reposted ]

That encounter was supposed to be ordinary. Just a girl showing pity to a wounded stranger in a dark alley. But for Alex, it was fate. When Bella rescued him and brought him to her apartment, she had no idea that the man she saved wasn't just a victim-but a monster with a dark past and a deadly obsession. At first, Alex appeared weak, hurt, and distant. But after Bella treated his wounds, something inside him shifted. He saw her as his. Only his. No one else was allowed to touch her, approach her, or hurt her-except himself. Behind his handsome face and piercing gaze, lay a damaged soul, haunted by trauma... and an unnatural kind of love. Bella never imagined that her act of kindness that night would trap her in a story filled with pain, blood, and possessive love. ---

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.