Seventeen-year-old Aria Castellano thought she knew who she was - a scholarship student, a good daughter, a girl with simple dreams and a mother who made the world feel safe. But when her mother dies in a car accident, the life Aria knew unravels overnight. A letter. A name. A father she's never met. Now she's flying across the country to New York - to a mansion with guards at every gate, brothers who don't know what to make of her, and a father still struggling to accept the daughter he didn't know existed. Her stepmother is kind, her new home beautiful... but nothing about it feels right. At St. Augustine's Academy, power hums beneath every smile and secret. The students there were born into legacies - families bound by alliances older than the school itself, until betrayal tore them apart. Those old rivalries still live on in the halls she walks now, and Aria's arrival is stirring them all back to life. One boy in particular seems to hate her most. He's untouchable, cruel in that effortless way only someone raised in power can be. But behind the sharp words and colder eyes is something else - something that pulls her closer even when she knows she shouldn't look twice. As Aria begins to uncover the truth her mother died protecting, she learns that some secrets were buried for a reason... and that even in a world built on bloodlines and betrayal, the most dangerous thing of all might be the way he looks at her. "Some secrets don't stay buried forever. And Aria Castellano's name might be the one that brings them all back to the light"

I died on a Tuesday. Cassian Valenti's hands around my throat. His penthouse. His broken, beautiful face while the city lights bled through the glass behind me. Three years of loving him, and that's how it ended. Then I woke up in a taxi, wearing the dress I met him in, heading straight toward the club where it all began. This time, I ran. I just didn't run far enough - because the man I crashed into was Dante Valenti. His brother. His enemy. The man Cassian had accused me of betraying him with. I never met Dante in my first life. Now I can't seem to escape him. One brother will destroy me. The other might save me. And somehow, knowing how the story ends doesn't make it any easier to choose.

Warning🔞This story contains explicit scenes viewer discretion advised. She showed him kindness once. Now, he will never let her go. Shanaya Sharma is just 22, full of dreams-an MBA degree, her own business, a future she controls. But everything shatters when her father's secret debt is revealed. The only man who can save them? Lakshya Malhotra. He's 30. A billionaire. The owner of luxury hotels, endless properties, and a dangerous empire no one dares cross. Sinfully handsome, powerful, and used to getting what he wants. And what he wants now... is her. In return for clearing her father's debt, he demands Shanaya's hand in marriage. No choice. No escape. From the moment she says yes, she steps into a world of dark secrets, ruthless power, and a husband who watches her like she already belongs to him. He's cold, possessive, and obsessed. But behind his touch, behind his gaze-burns a desire that pulls her in deeper every day. She calls it a prison. He calls it forever. And soon, Shanaya will learn... there's no turning back from a man like Lakshya Malhotra.

"I didn't choose to love you. I just... can't exist without you." "I'll give you lots of money. Spend a night with me." "Never. I will never let you go." "I want you to marry me." She said no. He threatened her brother. He kissed her without permission. He made her bleed-and then cut his own arm to feel her pain. "I'm a monster. But you're mine." She wears his sindoor. His mangalsutra. His name. She never wanted any of it. "I hate you," she whispers. "I know," he says, weeping at her feet. "But I'll spend my whole life making you love me." "Don't you feel shame?" "I only feel you." A village girl with dreams of becoming a teacher. A ruthless heir who has never been told no. A marriage built on obsession, fear, and a love so dark it destroys everything it touches. He calls her his queen. She calls him her cage. "You can force me to marry you. You can force me to wear your sindoor. But you can never force me to love you." "Watch me, sweetheart. I have forever." VEER RATHORE doesn't love. He possesses. ANANYA doesn't surrender. One temple. One glance. One obsession that will burn the world. "If you take off that bangle,ready to see your brother loses his hands." "If you try to leave, I will find you." "If I can't have you... I will die. And my family will make sure yours dies with me." 💀 Dark Romance | Obsessive Hero | Forced Marriage | Possessive Love ⚠️ He's not the prince. He's the beast who burned the fairy tale. "You are my heart. And a man can't live without his heart." "I will never love you." "Then I will spend forever being worthy of you." "You're a monster." "I'm YOUR monster, sweetheart." "If one drop of his blood falls, I will paint your village with your family's blood." "He grabbed her so hard her bangles broke. She bled. So he cut his own arm to feel her pain." " Sweetheart, You Are Mine" dark Indian romance where love isn't given. It's taken. And once he's seen her face, he will never look away.

The Billionaire's Hidden Wife For three years, Lucinda Alvarez has been legally married to Connor Montgomery, the cold and arrogant billionaire who never once cared to meet her. Their marriage was nothing more than a contract forced by Connor's grandfather-until Connor returns from abroad, demanding a divorce. But fate plays a cruel trick. On the night of his arrival, Connor mistakenly enters the wrong hotel room, unknowingly spending the night with his own wife-Lucinda. The next morning, he dismisses her as just another woman, offering her money to disappear. Humiliated and Frustrated, Lucinda leaves without revealing her identity. Determined to keep her pride, Lucinda reinvents herself as Lucy, a confident and cunning businesswoman. When she crosses paths with Connor again in the corporate world, he underestimates her, believing she's just another woman chasing his wealth. That is, until Lucy outsmarts him in a high-stakes deal-leaving him intrigued and drawn to her. What follows is a dangerous game of deception, passion, and revenge. As Connor relentlessly pursues Lucy, unaware that she's the same woman he's divorcing, Lucinda fights to protect her heart. But when she discovers she's pregnant with Connor's child, a devastating misunderstanding leads to tragedy-one that forces the truth to come crashing down. When Connor finally learns that Lucy and Lucinda are the same woman-and that the child he ignored was his own-will it be too late for him to right his wrongs? Or will Lucinda finally walk away, taking his heart with her? A thrilling romance filled with secrets, passion, and heartbreak, The Billionaire's Hidden Wife is a gripping tale of love found, lost, and desperately fought for. ****** #1 ForbiddenLove (4/8/2025) #1 Revenge (4/13/2025)

A ruthless billionaire locks his childhood crush in his penthouse, convinced only he can protect her from the world-even if she hates him.

𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. Book 1 in "Dark Fate" series. "They say you can't choose who you fall in love with, and he couldn't agree more. His sister's best friend had captured his heart, and he was consumed by his obsession for her and now, he knows he would never be able to let her go because she belongs with him." • ✧ • There's a kind of love that feels like sunlight - warm, gentle, safe. And then... there's his. It's not cruel. It's not loud. It's something far more dangerous - quiet, calculated, all-consuming. He was my best friend's brother. The man I was never supposed to notice. He watched from the shadows, memorizing me without ever needing a single word. I never really knew his name... but he knew everything about me. My fears. My patterns. My dreams. Even the parts I hadn't yet discovered myself. He's always been there, just a step behind-waiting, watching, wanting. And now, he's no longer waiting. He calls it love. I don't know what to call it, only that it pulls me in like gravity - unavoidable, inescapable. There's safety in his arms, yet danger in his silence. Gentleness in his touch, yet fire in his gaze. And somewhere in the tension between fear and longing, I find myself unraveling. Because the scariest part of being wanted like this... Is realizing you might want them back.

He doesn't believe in God. She doesn't believe in love. But fate didn't ask for their permission. Ruthless. Feared. Obsessively in control-Rudra Singh Rathora never planned to marry. But when duty calls, he makes the ultimate sacrifice: a marriage of convenience to the innocent sister of his most loyal man. Dhanvi was never supposed to end up in a royal palace-let alone as the bride of a man who stares at her like she's prey and speaks like he's carved from stone. Cold. Distant. Dangerous. But something dark is stirring beneath the marble floors and ancestral curses. A forgotten palace. A whispered prophecy. And a voice that calls her from the shadows: "My Rani sa... my darkest desires await your return." As Dhanvi is pulled deeper into a world of rituals, secrets, and power-Rudra finds himself spiraling. Because the one thing he swore he'd never need is the only thing he can't let go of. In a kingdom where love is a weakness and loyalty is a weapon... Can a girl with trembling hands tame a man with fire in his veins? #DarkRoyalRomance #ArrangedMarriage #IndianRomance #PossessiveHero #WattpadReads #RudraAndDhanvi #CursedPalace #EnemiesToObsession #ForbiddenDesire #WattpadIndia

(A bollywood musical story) Italian CEO × Desi Girl Enemies to lovers (major trope) #5-Billionairelove-05/08/25 She was never meant to marry him. They weren't poles apart, they were custom apart. Not by distance, but by 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝗗𝗶𝘃𝘆𝗮, of Indian origin, was born and raised in Italy. Her heart beats for chai, not coffee. Her manners were stuck to desi, her traditions rooted in another land. She spoke both Hindi and Italian, but there was still something her parents never told her. A secret she uncovered too late. He hated her. Hated seeing her, hearing her, even speaking to her. The marriage was just an arrangement and nothing more for him. But when his sharp glares turned into lingering stares, he knew something had shifted. She had quietly made a place into his mind and heart. He didn't know what a saree was, or what made chai so special but sitting in the living room with a cup of tea in his hand, watching his wife draped in simple cotton sarees, somehow became his routine. He didn't know what vermilion meant but when he caught himself smiling every time he saw it on her forehead, he realized something different and beautiful at once: He was falling in love. With his wife. With 𝗗𝗶𝘃𝘆𝗮 "𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨."

Book 3 of "Arranged Marriage" Series An arranged marriage of a Mafia princess, from Italy and a Business tycoon, from India, based in Italy with a handful of Mafia connection. Dive into their story of love, adventure and yeah, a little bloodshed, with a lot of spice....🌶 . . . . "Who did this to you?" He growled and gritted his teeth "No one. Leave it" I said I can feel anger radiating off from him. His eyes are red and nose flaring. I gulped and looked away trying to free my hands from his grip "WHO?" his voice dangerous now "NO. ONE!" I stressed glaring at him "Tell me the fucking name, before I set this fucking world ablaze" He seethed pulling me closer "Why do you care?" I asked angrily "Why do I care? WHY DO I FUCKING CARE?" he yelled and grabbed my hips making my body flush against him He fisted my hair and tipped up my head. His eyes met mine. His breath fell on my face. I can smell him. Fine cedarwood and cinnamon. "You want to know, why do I care? Huh?" His challenge sending shivers through my spine "Y-yeah" I stammered and winced as I felt the wound stinging "Because you are mine. My fucking wife. No one get to hurt you! Not even me. If anyone touches you, they fucking die" He yelled at my face A zoo of butterflies exploded in my belly, as I felt his confession running all over my body. I gulped and stared at his eyes which were screaming anger. His eyes wandered all over my face, as my eyes brimmed "Who, mia moglie. Last fucking chance!" He gritted "Me" I paused and he furrowed his brows, as a drop of tear ran down my cheek "It was me. If you want to kill, you can kill me" A few more tears escaped I hate to be vulnerable like this!!! "It was you?" He stared at me and I nodded "Come here!" He just pulled me to him and the next moment he is on the bed, I am on his lap with his arms around me. . . . . Arranged/forced marriage Mafia princess x Business man(mafia) Grumpy x partially grumpy Indian guy x Italian gir