She saves his life. He decides she belongs to him. A wounded Lycan King crashes into Evangeline's peaceful life during a storm. Valério is a Lycan King from a world where monsters rule and weakness has no place. Evangeline is a simple 21st-century herbalist who dreams only of peace. She lives a quiet life, convinced that nothing will ever disrupt her daily routine. Until him. They do not speak the same language. They do not belong to the same world. They should not even exist in the same reality. Yet, from the moment they meet, their souls recognize each other. Between burning desire and fear of the unknown, between unspoken secrets and love, they will have to learn to understand one another despite everything that separates them. For their meeting is not the result of chance. It was written long before they were born. And what if the storm raging outside was nothing compared to the one awakening within them?

"𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔" •••• "Don't lie, Amisha. I'm sick of these lies. And if you're so sure that you didn't cheat on me, then fine, let's move on to the next step,prove me you didn't cheated on me" he said, and she frowned in confusion. He realized she didn't understand his intention. "Get intimate with me, tell me that you love me, and I'll believe you. I'll believe that you're telling the truth," he said, or more precisely, made an offer. She couldn't process his words. Her heart broke as she listened to him. •••• His expression darkened, pain flickering in his eyes. "Kya kami reh gayi thi, Amisha? Sab kuch diya tha tumhe... apna dil tumharee kadmon mein rakha tha. Fir bhi tumne yeh kiya?" His words came out in a choked whisper, his composure slipping. (Was there anything I didn't give you, Amisha? I gave you everything... I placed my heart at your feet. And still, you did this) Tears gathered in his eyes, though he struggled to maintain his demeanor, reminding himself he couldn't afford to be soft. "You're hurting me," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. His eyes flickered with guilt, but he didn't let go. "And what about the hurt you caused me?I loved you, Amisha. I gave you everything. My heart, my soul... everything. And still, you didn't choose me." Tears welled up in her eyes. "You should have looked into my eyes once, it was always you Vivaan. But your jealousy... your obsession... it's destroying us."

She had not married him for love. Nor had it been a marriage born of tradition, arrangement, or even choice. When Navya Sharma, a naïve young woman of barely twenty-two, stood before the world as the wife of Advait Rathore, she stepped into a bond that was nothing less than a transaction. For him, it was profit-a move calculated, cold, and beneficial to his empire. For her, it was destiny's cruelest twist. Advait Rathore-twenty-eight years old, sharp-minded, ruthless, and carrying the weight of maturity and sin in equal measure-was no ordinary man. He was a king of shadows, a ruler of the underworld. And Navya? She was a lamb led into a lion's den, handed to him under the guise of a marriage that was never meant to bloom. All she had ever wished for was a husband she could call hers-a man who belonged to her alone. But destiny, merciless as ever, bound her to a man whose heart had already been claimed. His first wife was still alive. And worse-he loved her. For Navya, the truth was more bitter than betrayal. She was not a beloved wife; she was a replacement. A second choice. Perhaps even nothing more than a vessel-brought into his life to give him heirs, to strengthen his lineage, to serve a purpose. Yet beneath her quiet demeanor stirred a storm. Perhaps she was destined to be nothing more than a surrogate for his children... or perhaps fate had far greater designs. Because sometimes, in a world of power, blood, and betrayal, the one who enters quietly, unnoticed, can end up stealing the most precious thing a man possesses-his very soul.

"Just kidnap her, my subconscious told me. Huh, that's not a totally bad idea." (I was 12 when I wrote this, keep that in mind if you decide to read this cringey book)

After a fierce battle, he claimed my kingdom-and my fate. I am bound by duty to my people, but it is a duty that demands the greatest sacrifice. To save my kingdom, I must marry the man who conquered it. One bound by the crown, the other by my heart. When the king of Suryagarh attacked our kingdom, he did not just conquer our lands-he shattered countless lives. Thousands of widows, children left without fathers, and girls who were only beginning to understand the world. The loss was beyond words. And yet, to save them, I had no choice but to throw myself into the flames of my own sacrifice. I sent the king a marriage proposal through my father. My father was always against it and he must have hidden the truth about me from him. I don't know what he said, but I couldn't back down. I couldn't let my people suffer more. They needed me. Sitting before the holy fire, ready to take vows with my husband, not as a wife but as a mistress, I was shedding silent tears beneath my veil-not because of the sacrifice but because of the price I will pay for it. It all began with his words: "I always loved you. It was always you, never someone else." But the reality was different: "So you were always a manwhore?" "Yes, and you are my whore." And it ends with: "You promised to stay with me during this time. I am still waiting for you. Please... do not let me down." This is a story of a time when women were nothing but objects to be used and discarded, tied down to the bed by the chains of society and sweet taste. But the queen made sure none of them were deprived of their rights. Her legacy was one of hope, as she become the first queen to free courtesans from the shackles of slavery, granting them the freedom they deserve. She married the powerful king of Hind to save her kingdom, but in doing so, she never expected he would become the very reason to turn her life upside down. Mature content included!

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒚, 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔? Evanna left everything behind, including Liam's heartfelt confession, hoping to escape the shadows of her past. That one fateful night altered her life forever, leaving her with shattered dreams and fragile trust. Now, across the miles, Liam spirals into a life of turmoil, haunted by the memory of a girl he once loved. Walking into the path of self destruction and the nightmares of his own that are slowly unfurling, he is becoming a person he was a long time ago. As their worlds unfold in separate cities, the question looms-will destiny bring them back together? If it does, can they face the past that tore them apart? Will they find strength in one another, or will the secrets of his past is too much to handle. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆? This is Book 3 (FINAL) of Because of... series. By no means it's a standalone. You have to read the previous one in order, to be able to get the story.

Prologue She was unconscious for four days. No one from her family came to see her. Her heart broke. She was in the hospital, yet no one cared enough to visit. Even after everything that had happened to her, she remained alone. As she walked slowly through the hospital corridor, her legs weak and her body aching, she saw them-her family. They stood there, talking in hushed voices. Relief and pain twisted inside her as she limped toward them. Then, without warning, a sharp slap struck her cheek. She stood frozen, numb not from the impact but from the words that followed. "Are you at peace finally? She has been raped because of you. Look at her condition, she is dying." A broken smile formed on her lips. Anyone could see her own ruined state-anyone but them. Once again, they had played their game. Once again, she was the one proven guilty. She wanted to scream, to tell them the truth. "It wasn't her who was raped. It was ME." But no words came out. Only silence.

For the richest man in the country, his wife .. namely me .. is just another property of his that he absolutely refuses to sell or forfeit. Even after 3 years of separation, getting a divorce from him is still an impossible task to accomplish! I have by all means refused to contact him.. and he didn't bother to contact me as well. but why is it when I finally decided to find another man to love and live happily with my ex cold husband turned into someone I never met before. could I have been mistaken about him all along ? #1 separation 01/10/2021 ( 01 octobre ) #1 richmalelead #1 arranged 14/04/2021 (14 avril) #1 regret 06/04/2021 ( 06 avril ) #1 hesitation 18/04/2021 ( 18 avril ) #1 exhusband 02/05/2021 ( 02 mai ) #1 complicatedrelationships 11/06/2021 ( 11 juin ) #1 misunderstanding 22/09/2021 ( 22 septembre ) #1 jealous 19/10/2021 ( 19 octobre ) #2 marriage 09/02/2022 ( 09 fevrier ) #1 marriedlife 02/06/2022 ( 02 juin ) #1 regret 04/06/2022 (04 juin)

heyyy!! This is my first ever book😭👉👈 Please read, support, vote, and share this with your friends. 💌🙏 He left right after tying the knot. No goodbye. No reason. No explanation. Meher, a shy and soft-hearted girl, was forced into a marriage she never wanted - with Veer Singhania, a cold billionaire who made it clear she meant nothing to him. Seven months later... he's back. But the girl he left behind is no longer the same. She's no longer waiting. No longer crying. No longer his. And the silence he once gave her? She's finally giving it back. Now she avoids him like he's a stranger... and it's starting to get under his skin.

One year after escaping the nightmare that nearly destroyed her, Natalie built a new life from the ashes. A career. Independence. Distance from the dangerous world that once hunted her. Then Vittorio Moretti found her. Powerful, polished, and terrifyingly patient, Vittorio never forgot the woman he decided belonged to him. When Natalie is taken to his private estate after a failed escape leaves blood in its wake, she learns the truth of his obsession: He does not want revenge. He wants a wife. Inside a mansion built like a palace and guarded like a fortress, Natalie is given freedom with invisible walls. Luxury becomes confinement. Kindness becomes control. Every dress is chosen, every movement observed, every decision made for her. And with a wedding fast approaching, Vittorio intends to turn captivity into something permanent. But Natalie has survived him once before. This time, survival may require something even more dangerous than running- playing along. * Claimed Under His Thumb is the dark romance sequel to Under The Devil's Thumb. While it can be read alone, the full story begins in Book One.