#4th book of OBSESSION Series Alexander X Nisha ( CEO X SECRATARY / OFFICE ROMANCE) Alexander moretti, 33 years old and the CEO of Moretti industry, is cool, calculate and dangerous at the same time. He is a certificate playboy, who doesn't do relationship..and only knows one thing. transaction. Nisha tiwari, 27 years old . The grumpy black cat who doesn't please people and knows how to bite when it's necessary. What will happen if two of them comes up together as Boss and secratary? Because when alexander wants something he doesn't play. He claims.

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

In the dark underbelly of the city, EKARGH RANA ruled with an iron fist. A 29-year-old mafia boss, he was known for his ruthless tactics, cold demeanor, and devastating good looks. His wealth and power were unmatched, and his reputation inspired fear in those who crossed him. But amidst the chaos and violence that surrounded him, Ekargh had discovered a fragile, beautiful soul. He had named her CHINI, a girl with a mind trapped in childhood due to the trauma she had endured. She was like a porcelain doll, delicate and innocent, with a heart that was both fragile and pure. As Chini navigated the world with a mind full of wonder and innocence, Ekargh stood guard, protecting her from the darkness that lurked everywhere. But would his cold heart be enough to shield her from the brutal reality of his world, or would the darkness consume them both? . . . . . well as you all loved the "Mafia's Little Innocence"(MLI) story soo much that's why I thought to bring another cute beautiful book which will remind you of (MLI) with more Love,more cuteness,more romance and more drama which would bring not only butterflies but also the whole zoo in your stomachs ♥️♥️. Hope you would love it and show your utmost love and immense support 😘😘. so just Enjoyyyyy!!!!!!!

"Hey husband." He glared. "Since you married me out of so much love, princess treatment is mandatory." "You've been testing my patience since morning." Devin said flatly. "Oh, have you given up already? Bad. Don't give up so easily, husband. You have to bear with me all your life." He held my arms and pulled me closer. "I'm not good at taking tantrums." Our faces were inches apart. I whispered "Don't worry, I'll make you a pro." "Samantha, I'm not Davide who is madly in love with you and is willing to tolerate this bullshit." "Tantrums in front of Davide? Nope. Never." I smiled. His eyes flicked, just for a second to my lips before returning to my face. "It's only for you, husband." "Stop calling me that." "What? Husband? But you are my husband. Lawful husband." A slow smirk tugged at his lips. "You know... it'll be fun taming you. Now I'm here like you wanted, so let's go." "But-" I started. I am not going with you so easily. "Now what?" "My legs are hurting." I pouted. .... She was chaos. He was calm. She was a pure soul. He was a murderer. She was sold. He was the buyer. Samantha Jones, an innocent lively soul. She has a dream to open her own cafe. Devin Volkov, a CEO billionaire and mafia leader who is here to destroy Samantha's family. She started living with Devin's family 8 years ago, she was scared of him and he hated her for one mistake. He bought her for millions of dollars from her own father. Why did he? What did he have to do with her? Why did he marry her even after hating her? Tropes : grumpy x sunshine age-gap slow-burn forced marriage possessive she fell first, he fell harder

𝕬 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 × 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Fayra Malik. Has always been too much. Too outspoken, too independent, too unwilling to bend. As a journalist, she chases truth with the same fire that has made her unloved by her family. Groom after groom rejects her, and with every refusal, Fayra feels less like a daughter and more like property put up for sale. Until one night, she saves the wrong person from the doom. From that moment on, Fayra is no longer alone. The shadows follow her. Eyes linger, presence watches, silent and deadly. A stalker. Azrael Qureshi. Known to the world as the Attorney of Death, Azrael lives a life built on lies and shadows. By day, he is untouchable. By night, he hunts the very organization that once destroyed him. But beneath his calculated cruelty lies a terrifying truth, Azrael is diagnosed with alexithymia, a condition that strips him of emotion. And if it remains uncured, he risks becoming the monster he despises. Desperate, he makes a dangerous choice. Marriage. Fayra becomes his experiment. His temptation. The embodiment of everything he cannot feel. She becomes his legal possession. But if there is one thing Fayra Malik hates more than rejection, it is being owned. And when fire is trapped in the hands of a man who cannot feel... someone is bound to burn. ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲. ⋆.★⋆ 𝕯𝖆𝖗ᛕ 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ⋆★ ⋆. He intertwines his hands with mine, absorbing the half-dry mehandi into his palms as if he is completing the mehandi ritual with me. Or should I say, ruining my mehandi ceremony. "Sucked my cock but marrying someone else. That's very disloyal of you, Sweet Rose." He whispers his poisonous words into my ear as he pumps in and out of me, faster and harder. His big and thick cock hammers inside me, making my back pushed against the cold mirror with each thrust. But I should push him away or slap him for what he did to me a few months back. I suppress my moans in the back of my throat to not give him an ounce of satisfaction but my insides betray me, clenching all of him so tightly and proudly. "Answer me where should I finish? Inside you, like you used to love? Or on your palms where you have applied Mehandi of another man's name?" He pours his filthy words into my ear. And just like a few months back, I could not utter a single word this time too. I hate him. "I can hear your heartbeats. Do you really think I won't be able to hear your thoughts?" The voice that once used to bring comfort in my messed up life, is sounding so foreign to my ears right now. His sharp and ragged breath fanned over my neck before he captured my already swollen lips in his dirty mouth. "I got the answer." He chuckles roughly. ──⋆.✦ "𝘼𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚?" ִֶָ 𓂃 ˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

❝Book 3 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series His hand comes down hard on my ass─𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱─then squeezes the flesh firmly, fingers digging in before releasing, the rhythm matching every sharp snap of his hips behind me. He leans forward over me, one hand braced beside mine on the counter, boxing me in. The other slides down from my waist to my hips, gripping and shifting me slightly, tilting me until I'm angled exactly how he wants. "You like this position, don't you?" He mutters roughly, adjusting me again, yanking my hips back into him so every thrust lands deeper and harder. "I like when you take control." I breathe, my voice shaky with heat. He smirks against my shoulder, giving a sharper thrust that drives straight into my core. Not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who's setting the pace. "You say that like I ever don't." He mutters, voice rough. ❞ *** After surviving the storms that nearly tore them apart, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 and 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 finally have what they've always wanted─each other, a home filled with love and the sweet sound of their baby boy's giggles. But real happiness takes work. Being a family means figuring out how to balance love, parenthood, and all the little (and big) challenges that come with it. As they adjust to this new life, Paris and Luciano are still learning what forever really looks like and what it takes to grow together, not just as a couple, but as a team. And when life throws in a few surprises, they'll have to lean on each other more than ever. This is their happy ending and the sweetest new beginning. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: September 21-25 𝐄𝐍𝐃: ... ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

Dhara: Rana Sa!! Please have this milk. Adithya turned around and raised his eyebrows in surprise seeing Dhara standing infront of him holding a tray with a milk glass in her hand. Adithya: Arey Wah! Rani Sa!! Did you forget that there are people present in this fort only to take care of my food or are you trying to snatch away their jobs? He asked sarcastically. Listening to him Dhara tightened her hold on the tray and said firmly, Dhara: No Rana Sa! Neither did I forget about the dutied people nor I have plans to snatch away their jobs. I just brought milk to my husband. Adithya chuckled looking into her eyes and continued with his voice filled with sarcasm, Adithya: I am grateful that I have a wife who takes care of me Rani Sa! But unfortunately I trust her only as the queen of Suryagarh. But when it comes to trusting her as my wife, she is the last person I will ever trust especially with my life. So, why don't you drink some milk first and give me some trust that the milk is not poisoned. Who knows the princess of Ratnagarh, the queen of Suryagarh can be a traitor to her own husband. Listening to him, Dhara gritted her teeth and stood there not moving and inch. Adithya came forward taking the milk glass and kept it near her mouth and indicated her to drink it. Dhara looked at him with fury and then at the glass. She then took the glass in her hand in a tight grip and looked at Adithya who is smirking at her. She threw the glass across the room making the milk spill all across the chamber. Adithya's smirk goes wider seeing her reaction. She looked at him with anger and left the room without any words.

𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐚 never imagined that her first year of college would begin with a marriage she wasn't prepared for... And definitely not with 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 - the campus heartthrob, gym freak, extrovert, and the boy every girl dreams of. She is shy, soft, and chubby. He is bold, confident, and terrifyingly handsome. Two opposites. One unexpected marriage. A secret that no one in campus can know. But the more they hide... the closer they fall. Because sometimes, your stranger husband becomes the only person your heart chooses. Tropes: • Arranged marriage • Secret marriage • Sunshine × Grumpy • College romance • Age gap • Possessive ML • Shy FL • Slow burn • Forced proximity • Hidden relationship ⚠️ Warnings: • Mature themes • Slowburn romance • Jealous/Possessive moments • Family drama • Light emotional scenes