histórias de Jealoushero

TOP 3 = 25 APRIL 2026 In a world of grandeur, secrets, and legacy... destiny doesn't ask-it commands. Aaradhana, a quiet yet fierce girl with a haunting past, never imagined her life would collide with royalty. But when fate pushes her into the powerful Rajput Rathore dynasty, it isn't love that brings her there... It's replacement. The alliance was meant for Tanisha. Aaradhana was never the chosen bride-only the forced one. She wasn't the bride they wanted. She was the bride they needed. But royal decisions come with a price... and she is the one who has to pay it. Bound in a marriage of obligation, Aaradhana finds herself trapped between rigid traditions, hidden truths, and a husband-Yugveer Singh Rathore-who never wanted a wife to begin with. Cold. Distant. Unreadable. Yet beneath the silence... lies a storm neither of them is ready to face. Because sometimes, the heart that feels nothing... ends up needing the one it never chose. Can a girl meant to be forgotten become unforgettable? Can a marriage built on compulsion turn into something real? When power, pride, and passion collide... one woman will rewrite her destiny. She wasn't the first choice. She is The Royal Replacement. 👑🔥 (Completed)

𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 She doesn't love. She owns. She cages. She destroys anyone who tries to take what's hers. Aadhira Khan rules the shadows with blood on her throne and ice in her veins. The merciless queen of the underworld sees Veer, a dangerous lone wolf who refuses to kneel, as the perfect weapon during a bloody port takeover. Cold, competent, and impossible to control, he should have remained just another tool. But the moment their eyes meet, everything shifts. Now she can't stop watching him. And he can't stop burning with jealousy every time another man dares breathe near his queen. What begins as a calculated hire spirals into a lethal game of power, possession, and mutual ruin. Aadhira will burn every exit to keep him by her side. Veer will watch the world bleed before he lets anyone else orbit her. He was supposed to be temporary. Instead, he's addicted to her ruthlessness. His jealousy is quiet, lethal, and fraying at the edges. In the underworld, love isn't gentle. It's blood-soaked, sharp, obsessive, and violently mutual. She commands the empire. He never bows. But they're both ruined, trapped in a cage of their own making, where obsession is the only thing keeping them alive... and the only thing that will destroy them. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤. 𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜. 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐍𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

~Emaya's ordinary university life collapses when billionaire Yuan Shekhawat marries her on her wedding day-not for love, but for revenge. Trapped in a marriage built on secrets and hidden motives, Emaya struggles to survive his cold world. But as hatred blurs into desire and guilt turns into fear of loss, one question remains: will revenge destroy them both, or will love rewrite their fate? Trope~ Age gap Force marriage Romance Deep love Arrogant CEO Enemies to lovers He fell first and harder too CEO & Student Hate to love Two brothers love one girl Love triangle Psychopath

An arshi story starting from events leading to Arnav-Lavanya's cancelled Engagement. The engagement was supposed to change everything....It did. Just not the way anyone expected. Arnav Singh Raizada doesn't believe in love, emotions, or anything he can't control. But the day his engagement ends... something shifts. And somehow, Khushi Kumari Gupta becomes the one thing he can't ignore. What starts as irritation turns into something far more dangerous- jealousy, obsession... and a truth he refuses to accept. Because this time, it's not business. It's personal.

She spent her whole life learning how to disappear. He sees her anyway. Enora has perfected the art of being invisible-hiding from overprotective parents, past trauma, and any chance of getting too close to someone. But when she catches the attention of campus star quarterback Zaidyn, the boy with storm-blue eyes and a reputation as cold as ice, her carefully built walls begin to crack. Zaidyn doesn't do feelings. He doesn't chase. And he definitely doesn't get jealous. Until her.xa As Enora grows closer to his charming best friend Kai, Zaidyn's carefully controlled world starts to unravel. What begins as icy hatred slowly turns into something far more dangerous-intense, possessive, and impossible to ignore. Enemies to lovers. Slow burn. Hidden scars. And one boy who refuses to let her stay invisible.

He kissed her like a madman-hungry, desperate, wild. Every brush of his lips felt like fire, every breath he stole as if it was the only thing keeping him alive. Sonali clutched his shirt, torn between fear and a strange, burning pull she couldn't fight. But then-suddenly-he ripped himself away. His chest heaved, his fists clenched, his voice cracked with a darkness she had never heard before. "Stay away from me..." he growled, his words sharp, trembling with danger. "I'll hurt you. I swear I will. I said STAY AWAY!" His eyes, glowing crimson, burned into hers-wild, untamed, inhuman. Sonali's heart pounded. The man who kissed her like she was his world... now looked like something she couldn't even recognize.

Kang Jae-hyun built his empire on control. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. Nyra Kim is his perfectly composed secretary-efficient, confident, and completely unimpressed by the powerful CEO who commands everyone else. In the office, she keeps him organized. Outside the office... she's his neighbor. When a mischievous white cat creates an accidental connection, control begins to slip. A mother determined to arrange his future and a rival woman stepping into the picture, and obsession becomes inevitable. Kang Jae-hyun is used to owning everything he desires. The only problem? Nyra Kim refuses to be owned.

[on hold] Valentina Rossi - 22 years old, a small-town girl from Todmorden. Bright, talkative, and impossible to ignore once she starts speaking, valentina's mind is always overflowing with ideas, colors, and designs. A college student with big dreams stitched together from ambition and imagination, she's obsessed with fashion sketching outfits, studying fabrics, and dreaming of the day her creations will walk real runways instead of living only in her notebook. Killian Carrington -25 years old. Billionaire. CEO of Velouré Atelier. Ruthless perfectionist. Known in elite business circles as Mr. Arrogant, he's a man built from discipline and ambition. Cold, calculating, and dangerously handsome, Killian lives by one rule: work comes first everything else is irrelevant. _____ Killian is adamant about firing Valentina for discovering his secrets. Can Valentina find out a way to blackmail him into letting her stay? More importantly, what's going to happen when he finds out that she is an intern at Velouré Atelier AKA his company? But it's not as easy as it seems.... Can Valentina handle having her CEO as her roommate?

Judy and A's relationship starts when they meet at a Youth camp

✨ "Love never loses its way; it just takes the longer route to reach you." A girl who hides behind her silence. Rekha Shergil - the perfect model with a broken past she never speaks about. A boy who lives in beautiful chaos. Rishab Jain - messy, loud, annoying... and impossible to ignore. When calm meets chaos, sparks fly. Their first meeting? A full-on fight. But one unexpected situation forces them into a fake relationship. Will their fake turn real? Will hate turn into love? Will enemies become lovers? To know more, dive into Found By Love - By AuthorRoza ✨ Tropes: Enemies to Lovers Hate to Love Fake Dating / Fake Relationship Emotional, slow-burn feels

Some loves don't heal you. They ruin you... beautifully. Hera thought she was in control. Ruke was the storm she didn't see coming. A game of power. Desire. Obsession. And only one of them will win. Ruined Soul - A Dark Romance Now on Wattpad. Would you fall for him... or run?

Aira Kapoor (25 years old) India's golden girl of tennis, who has always lived between white lines: on the court, in her discipline, and in her world. But when she decides to open her own tennis academy, those lines start to blur. Enters Reyansh Mehra (27 years old), a composed and brilliant architect with a guarded heart and a past he keeps locked away. He's everything Aira isn't steady, measured, immune to chaos... until she walks into his office. What begins as a professional collaboration soon turns into stolen glances, quiet understanding, and an undeniable spark neither saw coming. In love and in tennis, timing is everything. Will they win this match together, or will life serve its final ace? Insta Id: @spill_your_words

A marriage written in ink. Not in love. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ When Meera Mehra signed those papers, she believed she was simply agreeing to a deal - a contract that would change nothing about her heart. No promises. No forever. Just signatures binding two strangers under the same roof. And the man on the other side of that contract? Rohan Oberoi - a man who sees life like a negotiation, where emotions are weaknesses and control is power. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Their marriage was never meant to be real. Yet the first crack in Meera's walls wasn't him. It was the soft, innocent smile of a little boy - Aahan - the child who unknowingly becomes the bridge between two guarded hearts. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Because both Meera and Rohan carry ghosts they never speak about. A childhood marked by fear. A love lost too soon. Memories that refuse to stay buried. And fate... has a cruel way of bringing unfinished stories back to life. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Because the truth behind their lives is far more tangled than either of them knows. A shared past. A buried connection. And tragedies that were never truly over. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ What begins as obligation slowly turns into something neither of them planned. Something dangerous. Something warm. Something powerful enough to heal old wounds... or reopen them completely. Because sometimes hate isn't the opposite of love. Sometimes... it's simply where love begins. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ROHAN × MEERA A slow-burn story of forced proximity, hidden histories, childhood scars, family secrets, and a love that was never meant to happen - yet somehow did.

💔 "CHOSEN BUT NEVER LOVED" 💔 "Tum meri zindagi ka faisla toh bani... lekin kabhi meri chahat nahi." She was everything a man could ask for - loyal, soft-spoken, beautiful, and pure-hearted. But he never asked... he just accepted. Meher, ek ladki jiske sapne chhote the - ek sukoon bhari zindagi, ek chhoti si duniya, aur thoda pyaar. Aryan, ek aisa mard jise zindagi ne sikhaya tha sirf zimmedari nibhaana, mohabbat nahi. Woh rishta jisme Meher ne apna sab kuch de diya... Wahi rishta Aryan ke liye sirf ek compromise tha. Lekin kya hota hai jab ek seedhi si dulhan ek aisi duniya mein aa jaati hai jahan mohabbat ki jagah khaamoshi ho? Aur jo mard kabhi usse chahta hi nahi tha... woh uski har saans par haq jatata ho? 🥀 She didn't want much. Just a little love. A little place in his heart. But she was always just the "right one," never the "loved one." --- 🌧️ In this house full of people, she was still alone. 🔥 In his arms, but never in his heart. 💍 Chosen... but never loved. --- 💢 A story of heartbreak, longing, emotional silence, and a love that may come... a little too late. > ✨ If you're a fan of possessive MLs, soft strong FLs, slow-burn pain, and hidden feelings - this story will wreck you, heal you, and stay with you... 💔 Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Ek slow-burn emotional heartbreak story - jahan Meher har din khud se poochhti hai: "Kya main sirf perfect thi... ya kabhi uske liye kafi bhi thi?" By heownsmyruins _ ---

**She's a spoiled heiress by day, a secret healer by night. He's a feared mafia king, broken in body but ruthless in mind. Their marriage was a deal sealed in silence - but what blooms between pain and power could rewrite fate.** When fiery, sharp-tongued Anvika Roy is forced to marry the crippled mafia don Vihaan Veer Singh, it's meant to be a punishment. But behind her designer attitude lies a secret life of compassion - and behind his cold eyes, a man desperate to feel whole again. He doesn't believe in healing. She doesn't believe in love. But obsession, betrayal, and forbidden touches change everything. What happens when the one you're forced to hate is the only one who truly sees you? *Whispers of Ashoka* - a dark, slow-burn romance of secrets, scars, and the alchemy of love that hurts before it heals.

"Welcome to my fantasy world... "This story is my new creation, a journey of friendship, revenge, and love. It's the life story of Ojasav and Manmeet, Two souls destined to collide, Which begins with small banters blossoms into love. But what twist of fate turns this love into a revengeful obsession? A obsession so strong, it consumes their hearts, minds, and souls... Dive into their world of passion, betrayal, and redemption... Will love prevail or revenge destroy everything? **Start reading to uncover the truth...**"

The city was alive with the hum of midnight traffic, neon lights flickering over rain-slicked streets. Somewhere in the distance, laughter echoed from a rooftop party, a sharp contrast to the chilling stillness that surrounded her. Annika Sandhu tightened her grip on her coat as she stepped out of her office building. The night smelled like damp earth and something else-something that made the hairs on the back of her neck rise. A gut feeling. A warning. She wasn't alone. Her instincts had never failed her before. Being a woman in a world that never handed anything freely had sharpened her senses like a blade. And right now, they were screaming. She turned, scanning the street. Nothing. Just an empty sidewalk, the faint buzz of a streetlight overhead. But that didn't mean she wasn't being watched. A shadow lurked beyond the alley, unmoving. Calculated. The first real sign of danger. Annika exhaled slowly, refusing to show fear. Fear made you weak. And she wasn't weak. "Bad night for stalking women," she said aloud, her voice sharp, daring. A challenge. No response. Coward. Rolling her eyes, she walked forward, her heels clicking against the pavement. If someone wanted to follow her, let them. They'd regret it. What she didn't know was that two sets of eyes were watching her that night. One from the darkness. And one from the top floor of a black SUV parked across the street. Damian Sprouse leaned back in his seat, swirling a glass of whiskey as he watched her. His jaw tightened. She moved differently than the women he knew. She wasn't fragile or hesitant. She was fire, a storm wrapped in a deceptively soft exterior. She didn't know it yet, but she was already his. Even if she ran, even if she fought-he'd never let her go. And if anyone else dared to try? They'd be buried before sunrise.

Delilah I thought I had moved on from Roman Chase. After he left without a word, I learned how to live without him. Two years later, he's back-CEO Roman, all confidence and control. He never told me he was coming, but now that he's here, it feels like he never left. He's still the same, but I'm not. And somehow, it feels like we're picking up right where we left off. Roman always knew how to make things complicated-especially when it came to me.

Ananya collapsed to the ground, begging for mercy. "Thakur Sa... I swear on my mother, I did nothing..." Her voice broke into trembling sobs. The crowd stood silent- even the wind seemed to have stopped. Aaryaveer's hand trembled around the gun, yet his face remained carved in authority, cold and commanding. He bent closer and said in a low, ruthless tone, "Honor will be avenged only with honor." He grabbed a pinch of vermilion in his fist - Ananya screamed, trying to move back - But in the very next moment, Aaryaveer filled her hairline with the scarlet powder. The red line was drawn... And with it, the innocence of her life ended forever.

When a ruthless mafia war threatens her family, Kiara Collins is forced into a marriage with the most feared man in the underworld - Dante Moretti, known only as The Silent Don👿 Cold. Controlled. Unreadable. Dante speaks little, but his silence is a warning. His presence is a claim. And Kiara quickly learns that being his wife means stepping into a world of shadows where loyalty is everything and betrayal is paid in blood. But the closer she gets to him, the more she sees what others don't: Behind the silence is a man who feels too deeply. Behind the power is a man haunted by loss. Behind the Don... is someone who would kill to keep her safe. Their marriage begins as a deal. It becomes an obsession. And soon, Kiara must decide what scares her more- The dark world she married into... or how much she is starting to want the man who owns it.