Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?

••• "Just because I haven't touched you as a husband should, that doesn't mean I won't," he said, his voice low and menacing. Her knees felt weak, and she didn't dare move from where she stood, his presence overwhelming her completely. She could barely speak, her voice coming out in a soft, stammering whisper. "It-it wasn't anything like that. I swear... I" ~~~ ••• 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. To save her father's life, she made one vow: marry the coldest man in the city-and never fall in love. But monsters have hearts too. And his only beat for her. A Dark Forced Marriage Romance.

"You disgust me." "Funny, you're the one living off my money, paying with your body. Don't talk to me about disgust." Her chest tightened as his words sank in, sharp as knives. "Have some shame" she tried to form a response...trying to save a little dignity she had . "Like you have left any ?" he murmured, his voice like smoke , as he stared down at her lying beneath him with no clothes . There's no escaping -no running from the fire they've started. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is my original creation. Please do not copy, translate, repost, or adapt any part of it without explicit written permission. Plagiarism or unauthorized use of this content is strictly prohibited and may lead to action. Let's respect each other's creativity. Thank you for understanding. A Gentle Note for New Readers 🌿 Some moments are best experienced firsthand - not through a comment or a message thread. There might be spoilers tucked away in the message board or replies. If you're just starting the story, maybe tiptoe around those for now ✨ Let the story unfold the way it was meant to - one surprise at a time ♡ 1st in #heavy-angst 6th in #forcedmarriage 7th in #abusivehusband 28th in #angst 26th in #desi

#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✦ 𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𓂃⋆.˚ She was light-too blinding, too pure for a man like him. He was darkness-cursed, dangerous, and utterly obsessed. He was a man of power, feared and worshipped in the same breath, ruling over the world of shadows where morality was a myth and sin was the only language spoken. Love? That was for the weak. He didn't do love. He didn't believe in innocence. Until her. She was untouched by the darkness he thrived in-a vision of purity, a forbidden fruit he had no right to crave. But the devil had never been one to deny himself temptation. And she... she was his greatest one. She should have run. He told her to. Instead, she stayed, unaware that the moment she stepped into his world, she became his. His to ruin. His to cherish. His purest sin. And now, even if heaven came calling-he'd rather burn than let her go.

Stories are not always born from love- some are carved from silence, from one forbidden gaze that refuses to fade. He saw her once... just once. And that single moment was enough to bind his soul in chains of obsession. But obsession has a cost. It does not knock, it invades. It bends fate, breaks reason, and turns men into emperors-or monsters. In a world where politics is a battlefield and loyalty is nothing but a mask, their bond became both a weapon and a wound. This is not a tale of hearts meeting gently. This is a tale where power breathes, shadows whisper, and destiny writes in fire and blood. The story of DEVRAJ AND HIS DEVIKA ---

My Husband, My Tormentor I never imagined my life would take such a sharp turn. Everything seemed to be going well-I had escaped from my past to start fresh in a new country, a new city. But he ruined those plans. His entry into my life was unexpected-maybe even unwanted. I agreed to marry him, foolishly thinking he would tire of me and set me free, that I'd slip back into the life I'd dreamed of. But he flipped my world, locked every door, and cut off every path. Now, there's no way out. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to go but back to him. Still, I cling to a sliver of hope. can I escape from him? Can I... or can't I? | | Mature content 18+| |

A poor florist. A ruthless mafia heir. One mistake, and she becomes his obsession. In his world of blood and secrets, love isn't sweet - it's possessive, dangerous, and impossible to escape. When the devil wants you... he takes you. And Lia Carter is about to learn what it means to belong to the Mafia's Broken Bride. ✨ Simple Copyright-Reserved Note ✨ © [AlexaDanielWrites] [2025] This story is my original work. No part of it may be copied, reposted, translated, or adapted without my permission. Plagiarism is a violation of Wattpad's guidelines and will be reported. Thank you for respecting my work! 💕

Dark. Twisted. Obsessive.(Too Dark) Arina was meant to disappear after the night at the pub. Instead, she became the possession of a man the world has never seen-Raian Vyner. Cold. Wealthy. Deadly. And now, hers. Trapped in his mansion, bound by silent threats and suffocating control, Arina must survive a love that feels more like captivity. "You don't escape a Vyner. You surrender." - Raian In a world where love is a weapon and obedience is survival, how long can a heart endure when it beats beneath his shadow? ⚠️ Reader Disclaimer: This story contains mature, dark themes including psychological manipulation, possessive behavior, emotional control, and morally grey characters. It is intended for a mature audience who enjoys intense, twisted romance. Read with caution. ----------- 🏆2 in #forcerelationship 🏆 1 in #cage 🏆 4 in #crime 🏆1 in #maturethemes 🏆 1 in #manipulation 🏆 3 in #dark 🏆 1 in #shadowlove 🏆2 in #possessive 🏆1 in #obssesse 🏆2 in # manipulation 🏆 1 in # billionaireromance