Life couldn't be more mundane for sweet, kind, and naïve Kiara Reeves, who has been bussing tables to make ends meet. Until she unexpectedly finds herself in the arms of a handsome billionaire. Blue-eyed, dark-haired, and enigmatic, Jasper Lockhart comes from a world of wealth, power, and sophistication. Despite being worlds apart, Kiara is drawn to him, enthralled by his presence. And soon, their friendship blossomed into something more. But fate has other plans for them... ...and now Kiara is knee-deep in trouble. And like a knight in shining armor, Jasper comes to her rescue. But little does Kiara know that Jasper's help comes with a price THIS IS THE REWRITTEN VERSION. NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON and Radish fiction Copyright © 2019 by Kashmira Kamat * * * NOTE*: THIS IS NOT A CLICHE BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE. CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, AND A PSYCHOTIC MALE PROTAGONIST. THIS IS AN UNCONVENTIONAL ROMANCE, NOT EVERYONES CUP OF TEA.

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT AND THERE ARE GRAMMAR MISTAKES I pushed at his chest, but it was useless. He stayed, his arms caging me in. "Anastasia," he hummed against my ear, my name rolling off his tongue. "I know you want me just as bad as I want you." I couldn't deny it anymore, I was his. ~>~ A romance novel Started: 11/28/2017 Finished : 03/04/2018 Highest Ranking: #96 12.27.2017

He runs his fingers through her hair and tugs on it. "You're my doll," he says as he breathes her in. "You need me. You're mine to play with. You're mine. Without me, you're nothing." What happens when he one day disappears and the monsters buried deep in the basement begin scratching the walls and howling her name in the night? Why does her mother force big yellow pills down her throat, saying it's for the best? Why isn't she allowed in the basement? Who's in the basement? What's in the basement? Who is the little boy with sunken eyes and hollow cheeks, crying for his mother? Tick tock, Monique. The monsters are crawling up the basement. And they're coming for you.

she took pictures to express her art, he inked his skin to express his.

" she was nicotine, and I was addicted " *lower-case intentional*