"Salim, you're scaring me," she said quietly. He shook his head quickly. "I'm not trying to scare you." "Then what are you doing?" His voice lowered. "We need to do this." Ikram stared at him. "Do what?" Salim swallowed. "We need to make sure they can't separate us." Her confusion deepened. "How?" He looked at her directly. "We need to sleep together." For a second... Ikram thought she misheard. Her face slowly changed. "What?" Salim stepped closer again. "If we do it... if you get pregnant..." Her eyes widened. "They won't have a choice," he continued quickly. "Our parents will be forced to let us marry." The silence that followed felt heavy. Ikram stared at him like she was looking at a stranger. "Salim..." she whispered slowly. "Tell me you're joking." He shook his head. "I'm serious." Her stomach twisted. "You're serious?" "Yes." Ikram took a step back. "No." Salim moved forward again. "Ikram, listen-" "No." Her voice came out stronger now. "Salim, that's insane." "It's not insane!" "Yes it is!" He grabbed her wrist suddenly. "We don't have time!" Ikram pulled her hand away immediately. "Don't touch me!" Salim's frustration grew. "You said you love me!" "I do!" "Then prove it!" Ikram stared at him in disbelief. "Prove it?"

"The groom is finally here." Khalid's eyes moved to them slowly. Cold. Sharp. "Get out." They hesitated, unsure they heard him right. "I said get the fuck out of my house!" The anger in his voice left no room for argument. Both girls flinched, fear flashing across their faces. Without another word, they rushed past him, nearly tripping over their steps as they fled the room. The door closed behind them. Silence returned - thick and unbearable. Khalid stood there for a moment, just watching her. Ayesha's shoulders shook. Her hands trembled in her lap. She felt his gaze on her like weight pressing her down. Slowly, she tried to stand, her legs weak beneath her. She couldn't breathe properly. She just wanted to leave. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. She took a step toward the door. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice stopped her cold. She swallowed hard, her throat tight, her voice barely a whisper as she answered, "O-out..." Khalid let out a short, humorless laugh. "Aren't you my bride?" he said. "It's our wedding night. Our first night." His tone turned dark. "We should celebrate." Before she could react, he reached out, pulling away her veil. The world tilted. Panic rushed through her veins as he pushed her back onto the bed. "No," she shook her head desperately, tears spilling faster now. "I don't want this. Please-" Her words fell apart on her tongue. He wasn't listening. Hovering above her, his presence felt overwhelming, crushing. The ceiling blurred through her tears. Her hands clenched the sheets, her body stiff with fear. Then something inside her broke. This was her reality now. This was her life. He was her husband. Slowly, she stopped struggling. Her eyes closed tightly, lashes wet, tears escaping anyway. Her lips trembled as she whispered the only words she could find, her voice small, broken, and defeated. "Please... be gentle." a marriage of force. tortured love. love after marriage.

Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."

"Hold still," he commanded, his voice suddenly huskier than usual. She looked up at him, heart pounding. "I am holding still," she whispered, and for a brief second, their eyes locked, the world fading around them. TROPE Arrange marriage Sunshine × grumpy He fell first and harder Touch her and die Romcom Age gap

[COMPLETED] |Disclaimer| *This book is gonna be more romance than mafia *Contains smut/sexual scenes *If any translations are wrong, don't hesitate to let me know. I don't speak the language. *** Finding out the day before annual mafia ball, Liliana knows she has to leave. Or at least try to... Liliana Romano, a 17 year old woman, is thrown into a marriage with Sebastian Di Salvo, a man who only wants to marry her because she's a pawn in his little game. Sebastian Di Salvo, a 20 year old man, thought that this marriage would be easy and she'd be like all the other women, quiet and obedient, but who knew he'd be in for a hell of a ride! *** "Put the gun down," Sebastian said calmly as he stood in front of me, still in his wedding suit. "Fuck you!," I hissed out as I bunched my wedding dress in my hand, making sure to keep the gun pointed at him. "You've barely been here for an hour and you're already pissing me off," he said, starting to get frustrated. Suddenly, I pressed down on the trigger. I watched as the bullet flew past his head, just skimming his ear, exactly how I had expected it to. He didn't flinch. My eyes moved up to meet his. His chest heaved up and down as his fists were clenched together. His jaw was locked as he glared at me, clearly with murder on his mind. My murder. Oh shit. *** Deep down, even she knew that the beast was once a human. He knew that his angel had once had her own personal hell. 'Everything means nothing without her.' Started: August 2021 Completed: January 2022 All Rights Reserved AKA Don't Copy My Book❤️ *Highest Rankings* #1 in Death #1 in Mafia Queen #1 in Arranged #1 in Suspense #1 in Blood #1 in Drugs #2 in Crime #2 in Drama #3 in Mature #4 in Dangerous #10 in Young Adult #10 in Boss Cover by @belladz07

Poison is the name of the most deadliest assassin to ever exist. The most feared men on earth is afraid of her but no one knows her real name or identity and the one who saw her, died. Jade Carrington, daughter of the American Mafia leader, a mafia princess. People thinks Jade is only a girl who goes to school and do other teenage stuffs but no one really knows her. Lorenzo De Luca, The leader of the Italian mafia. Pretending to live a normal life only to maintain his hidden identity as the heir of Killian De Luca who owns a billion dollar company What happens when these two meet? The school bad boy and bad girl. UNDER EDITING 20/03/22 - #1 In assassin 22/03/22- #1 in murderer 07/04/22- #1 in badgirl

Previously known as Hiraeth! "Your trapped, we will find you" the man on the other end seethed. A sinister chuckle escaped Vladimir's lips "I want you to remember one thing, 1 fucking thing" Vladimir growled, his finger tips playing with the sleeve of my dress "I'm not trapped here with you, your trapped here with me" ........ The village of Inaar existed in the occupied regions of Kashmir. It was hidden in the remote areas of Pakistani occupied Kashmir. When an oil well is discovered the village becomes a new location ready to be exploited by corrupt governments and the Mafia. Inaya Raani, a strong headed village girl planned to fight tooth and nail to get her land back, she wouldn't allow her village to become another Syria, another Palestine. She would fight the governments and the mafia for her land. No one could stop her. Vladimir Yahontov on the other hand is the opposite, the Mafia leader's love for wealth and power overrides his humanity. He's prepared to destroy Inaya and her village. With multiple enemies and feelings like never before this story will take you through a mirage of emotions. ....... " The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people, but the silence over that by the good people"

He is Bad She is Worse They are FEARED and RESPECTED Because They are Like One One is a Demon The other is a Devil He is a Mafia Boss She is The head of an Assasin Organisation He is Stefano Andrew DeLuca She is Isabella Rossi "You will have to learn to obey my rules or you will be punished, this is not your territory bellissima" He said "Everywhere I go is my territory, you just have to learn Cerberus" I replied "Get over your fetish Isabella-"It's not a damn fetish I am a leader, you need me, I am your equal and I will not be degraded nor will I be warned by any man, I am the thing that every man fears." I interrupted

The Devil's den; a notorious hangout for high school seniors, computer geniuses and competitive gamers. And a home to the most feared hacker between the students. Not the place for an innocent young highschooler to find themselves in. Francy's oldest brother is one to be a regular and he made her swear neither she nor his other siblings would ever under any circumstances come near that place. But when Francy's cat gets into a painting accident, she rushes to her nearest brother for help, straight into the Devil's den. Only instead of her brother, she meets the Devil himself. And just so it happens he has a soft spot for cats.

Marisol tried to live life to the fullest. She attended Rochester University and studied International Studies and Economics. After graduating, she attended law school at the University of Southern California and pursued a career in cooperate law. She held herself to a higher standard, maybe that was because she became blind after a traumatic accident. She didn't want her disability to rule her life, so she ruled her disability, never allowing it to hinder her success. Yet, even though she'd become a successful attorney, she never married and never had children. Feeling unfulfilled, yet completely unready to take care of a child by herself, she applies to become a surrogate. After many denials, her application was finally chosen by someone. Little did she know she was chosen by Grey Weston, one of America's most eligible bachelors with a hidden secret. Completed.