His eyes narrowed at me, looking me up from head to toe in a slow almost seductive manner. I tried my best not to shudder from the intensity in his glassy blue orbs. I watched as he slowly licked his lips, curving them into a sly smile. "Mr Villanueva," I gasped as his hands slithered to my thigh. His skin was warm next to mine. I held onto the moan at the back of my throat. "I thought we agreed on what you would call me," his rich voice sent shivers down my back. "I-" my sentence turned into a low moan as he began drawing small circles on my skin. "What is my name?" He asked in a growl. "Dante." WARNING: This book contains depictions of violence and/or murder that may be upsetting to some readers. Viewer discretion is advised. Highest Ranking: #1 in dante || 05.09.23 #1 in seanopry || 04.07.23 #9 in dangerouslove || 03.13.23 STARTED: Nov. 19, 2022 COMPLETED: N/A

"I warned you, you live under Roman law now. And you violated it. You touched what is mine. The punishment for that is ... death." Plunging his sword into the attacker's chest, the Centurion let the man fall and bleed out on the ground. Aelynn shrieked, causing Marcus to direct his full attention to her. The girl was cowering in the corner of the room. She hid her face in her hands, and he heard her muffled sobs. Slowly, Marcus sheathed his gladius approaching her shivering figure. *************************************************************** An enemies-to-lovers story set in ancient times when the Roman Empire was at the peak of its power and extending its control over Britain. And in the middle of it, a kind Celtic girl Aelynn and a Roman Centurion Marcus notorious for his brutality and cold-heartedness. Two worlds that could not be more different from each other collide. What would become of them? This is a fictional story based on some historical facts. I'll also appreciate your comments, thoughts and pointing out mistakes. The pictures don't belong to me. Only the plot and characters do.

1ST BOOK OF BRIDE SERIES✨✨ Don't do this, leave my parents, don't ruin my life, I will die. She was begging infront of him joining her both hands. Then fucking die, I don't care about you, for me the only thing matter is my love. And you fucking bastard matters her for a lot. So now I will ruin your life in a very beautiful way that no one will ever able to fix this I will never do what you want, she said trembling voice. As soon as he heard her words, he grabbed her arm, dragged her into the room, threw her on the bed and closed the door. *∆*∆*∆*∆*∆*∆*∆*∆*∆ °°What happens when desire and destiny come together°°

"Who are you?"she shouted at the man who stood like a rock. His face Holding zero expression "Speak up Mr. Aditya Devansh. Who the bloody hell are you?"she yelled at top of her voice. He smirked and inched closer to her face. If it was any other day , she would step back fearing him. But today she didn't. She needed answers "I'm your husband"he whispered in her ears making her shut her eyes. She lost the last amount of patience which she was carrying "And you're my wife Mrs. Amulya Aditya Devansh. You are bound with me forever and you can't even think of leaving me and this place Sweetheart"he said and she fliched. He left a small kiss on the curve of her neck before scooping her in his arms ***** Aditya Devansh is a mystery man. A mafia? A Don? A buisness tycoon? There's nothing that could describe him as a whole. Amulya Varma is strong, bold and a independent self made woman. They cross each others path, leaving imprints in each others life that just wouldn't faint. What's it that binds them together in marriage? He loved her. But she couldn't love him back. But when she does...the world is not ready to accept their love. Tangled in fate, let's see if they would make their love an example of eternity. [ A story with mature content and language ]