(BOOK 1 Of the QUEENS OF CHAOS SERIES) Isa Valen doesn't believe in restraint. Two weeks ago, she did champagne, a sinfully accented stranger, and a night so consuming she ran before sunrise. She doesn't remember his face. She doesn't remember his name. But her body remembers the way he made it burn. When her sister runs to New York, Isa follows without hesitation. New city. New job. New distractions. Then she meets her boss. Erik Orlov. Billionaire. Bratva Don. A devastatingly gorgeous tattooed man built from control and violence wrapped in tailored suits. The first time he looks at her, something tightens in her chest. The first time he steps close, her pulse betrays her. She doesn't recognize him. He recognizes the curve of her mouth. The sound she made when he touched her. The way she ran. The night she can't remember is the one he hasn't stopped replaying. Now she works beneath him - in his office, in his space, in his world. Every glance lasts too long. Every accidental touch feels deliberate. Every breath between them feels charged. And Erik Orlov does not chase. He claims. Enemies circle his empire. Loyalty fractures. Power shifts. But none of it unsettles him like the woman sitting across his desk, pretending she doesn't feel it too. Until two pink lines appear. Because the only thing more dangerous than their chemistry... Is the secret growing between them. And this time, he won't let her run.

She was never loved. Not by the world. Not even by her own father the man who tried to sell her when she was only seven. Growing up unwanted, she stopped asking for fairy tales. She stopped believing in miracles. All she ever wanted was simple to be chosen. To be kept. To be loved just once in her life. So when marriage came, she thought maybe this was it. Maybe this was her escape from a childhood filled with betrayal. Maybe her husband would finally see her worth. But she didn't know the truth. The man she married wasn't looking for love. He was looking for revenge. Haunted by the death of his parents, he vowed to destroy the man responsible. And when fate placed the daughter of his enemy in his hands, he made a promise she would suffer for her father's sins. To her, he was hope. To him, she was punishment. In a marriage built on revenge and innocence, can love survive? Or will hatred burn everything before it even begins?

"Do not expect a husband, Woman. I have no room in my chest for a heart- only the King's law." I flinched, my eyes filling with fresh tears at the cruelty of his words. "My Lord, I only-" "Be silent," he spat, not even looking at me. "You are no wife. Only a burden I must now carry across the kingdom." He gripped my upper arm with a painful force, his strength bruising and indifferent, as he dragged me toward the towering, battle-scarred warhorse. "If you have any dignity left in you, stay downwind and out of my sight. Looking at you is a chore I no longer wish to endure."

"He looked at her like he just realized what love is." ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ "Can I..." I hesitated for a moment, but because it's the one thing I needed most, I pushed through, "will you just hold me for a minute." He didn't hesitate and tugged me against his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around me, and then I felt his breaths warming the top of my head. Slowly, I turned my cheek, and then I listened to his steady heartbeat. I shoved all my fear, my confusion, and my uncertain feelings for him aside and allowed myself to be weak. I closed my eyes, and grabbing hold of his sides, I fisted the fabric of his shirt. Before the tears come, I pulled away from him but he took one look at my face then yanked me back to him. Emotions whirled in my chest, and then a new one joined the chaos. Affection. It's as if he knows exactly what I need without me having to say a word. He pressed kisses against my hair, his voice an anchor that kept me from drowning as he murmured, "It's okay, love." Another kiss, and his arms clamped tightly around me. "You have me."

[ONGOING - POSTING EVERY FRIDAY] The world is too loud, too bright, and far too crowded. For years, I've hidden behind thick white silks and the safety of my marigolds, speaking to the petals in my mind because words always feel like jagged rocks in my throat. In the Meadow Pack, I am the quiet one, a girl of shadows and soil, waiting for a Mating Ceremony I never wanted. Then the forest breathed, and he stepped out of the willow trees. He wasn't like the others. He didn't smell of heavy perfumes or forced grace. He smelled of crushed mint and the deep, solid scent of a forest after a storm. He was a mountain of black fur and scars, a beast the stories warned me about, the Alpha of Stormridge. They call him a monster. They say his heart is as dark as the ink on his skin. But when our eyes locked, the noise in my head finally went silent. For the first time, I didn't want to hide. He is the storm to my sunlight, the growl to my silence. He doesn't know how to be gentle, and I don't know how to live in his loud, violent world. But the moon doesn't make mistakes, and my blood hums a song only he can hear. The wolf with the scarred eye has found me. And for the first time, I think I'm ready to let the silk fall.

How many forced kisses does it take to turn hatred into love? And if that love is then erased from his memory-is he still the same, or I'm the fool for staying? Which is crueler: to die as a monster who remembers, or to live as a stranger who doesn't know he was once loved?

Eighteen-year-old Isolde has never known safety. Orphaned, broke, and trapped under her aunt's care, she spends her days serving lattes at a posh café-until a mysterious perfume arrives at her doorstep. Its sender? Unknown to her but let me tell you it's Dante Valencourt, a billionaire with mafia ties, a serpent's charm, and a sadistic obsession with owning what he desires. When Dante's "gifts" turn sinister-surveillance, threats, and a trail of bodies Isolde flees. But running from a man who controls cities is a death wish. Dante drags her into his glittering underworld, where pain and pleasure blur, and obsession wears the mask of love. Will Isolde survive his twisted devotion... or surrender to the darkness he promises? 🔥 For fans of Pepper Winters and J.T. Geissinger may love this and it's dark romance at its most addictive. No princes here... just a villain who'll ruin you. This anti-hero is very sadistic, possessive, obsessive and controlling freak....so please don't expect anything vanilla and lovey lovey content here. Tropes: ✔️ Morally Black Mafia Antihero ✔️ Kidnapped/Forced Proximity ✔️ "Touch Her and Die" Vibes ✔️ Twisted Possession vs. Fragile Innocence ✔️ All the dark, spicy, morally black tension Warning: This book is not a fairytale. Proceed if you dare. This book contains abusive content very dark and gore, and I don't support them.

She turned around only for her breath to go erratic. Her eyes widen. Shock and fear. She felt both at the same time and it was the deadliest combination. She came face to face with him. A dark chuckle rumbled in the surrounding making her flinch. He tilted his head mocking her, "Wasn't expecting me?" she heard that voice after so long. The voice that has haunted her even in her dreams. "......?", she whispered in a haze. Her voice was laced with shock. He groaned in pure ecstasy hearing her calling his name after so long, "Ohh just how much I missed your voice baby!" a shiver ran down her spine hearing that endearment he has always addressed her with. She still couldn't believe her eyes. Her nightmare was standing right in front of her. She had tried running away from him so many times but here she found herself in front of him again. He found her. But is she going to just surrender without putting on a fight against him? No. Her mind screamed at her to run. And she did what her mind told her to. She turned around ready to try running away again. She barely took any steps when a muscular hand grabbed her bare waist caging her from behind. Her body slammed against his. A painful yelp left her mouth when he dug his nails into her flesh. "Trying to run away again baby?", he growled in her ears. ROOH SHARMA. A beautiful girl with an intoxicating smile. She is feisty and brave. But her exquisite beauty and smile attracted monsters from the dark. And a monster was in search of her. RUDRA DESAI. A handsome hunk and a powerful businessman. Rude and arrogant. He held a secret for being this powerful. What will happen when they meet? Both of them had a dark past. What will happen when it unfolds? Join the journey with them.

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫." The king of Vijaygarh had to marry a girl to complete his thirst of desires. She was well aware that she was married to fulfill his needs... so she shouldn't hope for anything from him as she was just a girl who he had to bed because of the curse. Marrying her doesn't felt any special or significant until the way he got used to her, obsessed to her. The king's craving for her only increased and increased. He started yearning for her more and more with each passing days and he felt it was natural and normal as she was ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏, 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒉. ~𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝑊𝑂𝑀𝐴𝑁~ || ON HOLD TILL FURTHER NOTICE ||

An age gap, arranged marriage mafia romance. Mishal, an innocent eighteen-year-old girl, is the cherished daughter of underworld kingpin Jahangir Shah. As the Shah syndicate faces mounting threats from new and ambitious gangs, Jahangir is desperate for powerful allies to retain his grip on the city of Surat. In a daring and controversial move, he proposes a peace deal to his greatest enemy, the Vipers: he offers his younger daughter in marriage to Venom, the notorious leader of the Vipers, in exchange for their support. Venom, known to the world as Suleiman Khan, is a cold and ruthless figure who rules Mumbai with an iron fist. Having ascended to power at just twenty years old, Suleiman has become a devil incarnate, a man whose heart has long been dead to any form of compassion or love. He accepts Jahangir Shah's marriage proposal, seeing it as a strategic advantage. But there is one significant flaw: his heart remains lifeless, and nothing seems capable of awakening the emotions that once resided within him. Can Mishal fill his dead heart with her love and make him fall in love with her? #2 in INDIA TOP TEN (17/9/2024) #1 in Mumbai (14/02/2022) #1 in Indian Love stories (1/3/2022) #3 in Betrayal (17/06/2022) #1 in Ruthless (30/06/2022) #2 in Ruthless (23/09/2022) #3 in Mafia (1/01/2023) #1 in India (2/1/2023) #1 in Underworld (11/1/2023) #1 in Muslim (15/2/2023) #2 in Arranged Marriage (17/9/2023) #1 in Muslim (22/4/2024) #5 in Sexy (30/6/2024) Published first on: 28 July 2020 Republished on: 5th November 2021