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She was someone so pure that even the devil wanted to protect her. And he was the devil... When his eyes landed on her, Their world changed. She never knew it was the last day of her freedom . He kidnapped her . Married her. Loved her. Worshipped her. And he would bend the world to have her . Content Warning: This story contains dark romance, obsession, and non-consensual situations, including forced marriage and physical dominance. It depicts intense emotional and psychological distress. Recommended for mature readers aged 18+ only. Reader discretion is advised.

He owned her life. And he just legally married her without her consent. Evelyn Reed's life is a meticulously organized hell. Her tormentor? Rhys Kingston, her impossibly handsome, relentlessly cruel billionaire boss. He demands perfection, controls her every move, and just forced her to move into an apartment mere minutes from his penthouse. He's a devil in designer suits, and Evelyn is ready to snap. When she finally demands a two-week party vacation - a desperate escape to sun, sin, and a chance to get laid - Rhys's icy composure shatters. He forbids it, protests it, and even shows up at her door with her favorite takeout, his eyes burning with an unsettling, possessive fear. But Evelyn goes anyway. She's finally free. For one night, she's dancing, flirting, and moments away from a scorching kiss with a gorgeous stranger... until a furious, uninvited hand shoves him back. It's Rhys. He didn't just crash her vacation; he's invaded her life. And when she finds him half-naked in her hotel room, claiming to be her husband to the front desk, Evelyn discovers the horrifying truth: Rhys isn't just an obsessive boss. He's a man driven to the brink, who - in a shocking act of calculated desperation - already legally married her without her knowledge. Trapped in his sprawling villa, forced into a shotgun wedding by his formidable grandmother, Evelyn's world spins out of control. But the ultimate revelation comes late one night: a glowing computer screen, her bikini photo, and Rhys in the dark, clutching her stolen lingerie. He's not just obsessed. He's pathologically, erotically hers. Can Evelyn survive her marriage to a man who literally stole her freedom for love? Or will his dark obsession consume her, body and soul? 🔥 OBSESSED BILLIONAIRE BOSS | FORCED MARRIAGE | GRUMPY SUNSHINE | SLOW BURN SPICE 🔥

Amara Cole never dreamed of marrying a billionaire. But when her mother's hospital bills grew unbearable, she signed a contract that bound her to the cold, ruthless Lucian Hale. One year as his wife. No love. No expectations. No freedom. Lucian is everything she should fear-arrogant, powerful, and heartless. To him, Amara is nothing but a pawn in his world of business and betrayal. Yet the more she endures his cruel words and icy indifference, the more sparks begin to burn between them. But their marriage is far from simple. His jealous ex will do anything to destroy her. His father calls her unworthy. And another man's kindness makes her question if love is possible outside the contract. Caught between duty and desire, Amara must find her strength before the year ends. Because when a ruthless billionaire starts to fall... the contract is the last thing he'll obey.

── .✦ Haunted by grief, King Oscar finds peace only with his maid, Annabella. To secure her presence, he uses a forged contract, binding her as his "Personal Attendant." When his possessive desire escalates, Oscar shatters her innocence with a calculated seduction, demanding her complete surrender. Annabella must navigate the dizzying reality of her new role-going from serving maid to the King's exclusive obsession. 1# royal romance

"You ruined me," I confess, my voice a rasp against her skin. "I can't fucking breathe without you. I can't think. I can't exist." My fingers trail down, skimming the curve of her hip. "And it's killing me." She trembles but doesn't push me away. Her silence is my undoing. I slam my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in, my breath ragged. "You want me to walk away? Tell me. Say it, and I will." Her lips part, but no words come. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "You can't, can you?" I tilt her chin up again, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because you're just as ruined as I am." And then I kiss her. Hard. Desperate. A collision of everything we've denied ourselves. Because no matter how much I fought it, no matter how much I wanted to hate her- She's mine. And I'll burn down the whole damn world before I let her go.

**Enemies-to-Lovers | Forced Bond | Dual POV | Slow Burn with Fast Consequences** --- The bond was the trap. Love will be the kill. Cassian and Reena are shackled together by a forced mate bond, ritual, not fate, and they're both bleeding from it. He's an Alpha who controls everything except the way his wolf whines for her like something starved. She's a Luna by decree who'd rather face silver than face what he makes her feel. They're poison in each other's veins, predator and prey trading places every night, and they can't stop drinking. He'd rather bleed out than admit he needs her. She'd rather burn alive than let him know she's breaking. Between vicious arguments and the kind of tension that feels like teeth at your throat, something shifts. Hate is an exhausting performance when you're breathing the same air, when her scent is on your sheets, when her heartbeat syncs to yours in the dark. Resentment twists into obsession. Hostility bleeds into hunger. And the person you swore to keep at arm's length becomes the only one who sees the beast beneath your skin and doesn't flinch. They weren't supposed to want each other's ruin. They weren't supposed to want each other at all. But wolves mate for life, even when the bond is man-made. Even when love feels like drowning. When the connection they tried to deny becomes the only thing that feels real, they'll either destroy each other or discover that some bonds are stronger than fate. The pack believes in fated mates blessed by the Moon. Cassian and Reena are building something the Moon never planned for. Something forged in fury. Something that might just be stronger because of it. --- One forced bond. Two feral hearts. Two wolves who were never meant to run together, learning to hunt as one. --- For readers who want their werewolves feral, their romance earned through blood and fire, and their happy endings hard-won.

It was supposed to be simple. Aarohi Chauhan had a plan: graduate, confess her secret four-year relationship with Ishaan Khatri, and finally live her happily-ever-after. But one overprotective brother, one betrayed best friend, and one infuriatingly arrogant man later-everything explodes. Naksh Chauhan is furious. At Aarohi. At Ishaan. And definitely at Divika Saxena-Aarohi's partner-in-crime and Naksh's lifelong nemesis. She knew the secret. She didn't tell him. And she drives him absolutely insane. What no one expects? That underneath all the sarcasm and screaming matches, there's something else brewing between Naksh and Divika. Something neither of them planned for. Throw in a dangerously charming ex who refuses to stay in the past, some questionable family interventions, and a whole lot of stolen glances-and you get: Four hearts. Two messy love stories. One unforgettable fall. Because sometimes love doesn't arrive with fireworks. Sometimes it sneaks in-through late-night fights, lingering stares, and the one person you swore you'd never want.

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲.♡

--- He was born into power. She walked into his life like trouble disguised as beauty. Lorenzo Medici never believed in love - not in his world of rules, loyalty, and blood. But one night was enough to change everything. In a world where danger wears a suit and trust is a luxury, their connection feels impossible - yet undeniable. Between passion and pain, between desire and destruction, one thing becomes clear: Love doesn't survive the crossfire. It burns in it. "Love in the Crossfire" - where two hearts collide in a war they never chose. ---

He is darkness wrapped in power, a man whose scars whisper secrets no one dares to uncover. He uses fear like a weapon, and the world bends before him... until she crosses his path. She is a storm. Forged from betrayal, rage, and fire. Men fear her. Society tries to cage her. One man dares to challenge her and everything changes. When their worlds collide, nothing survives untouched. Obsession feeds desire, defiance sparks dominance, and every secret threatens to destroy them both. In this game of predators, love is just another battlefield and survival is never guaranteed. They are darkness and fire. They are obsession and rebellion. And when they fight, the world itself holds its breath.

He vowed silence. He vowed purity. He burned an entire monastery to claim her. Isolde was meant to disappear-buried in a quiet monastery to repent for the scandal that ruined her family. Her unwanted husband, Brother Cassian Vale, was meant to keep her in line: silent, detached, holy. But Cassian is no saint. He is the Church's best-kept secret-The Butcher of Adrion, tucked away behind vows meant to leash the monster within. And sharing a hallway with the woman he was forced to marry awakens every violent, forbidden urge he swore to drown in prayer. His pacing becomes obsession. His silence becomes possession. And when another man dares to touch her, the saint shatters-and the sinner rises. Now, Isolde is the spark and Cassian is the wildfire. The monastery wants to cast her out. Cassian would rather burn the world. When the bell tower rings its final warning, she must decide: flee the monster everyone fears... or fall willingly into the arms of the man who would destroy heaven for her. A dark romance of obsession, ruin, and a love too dangerous to cage.

Sienna Hart isn't known for playing nice. With a temper hotter than a rogue's bite and a mouth that could start a war, she's exactly the kind of girl you don't cross-especially not in a pack full of power-hungry wolves trying to prove themselves. Leo Carver knows trouble when he sees it. Cold, calculated, and dangerously quiet, the new beta has better things to do than babysit a ticking time bomb with too much attitude and not enough control. Too bad the Moon Goddess doesn't care what either of them wants. Thrown together under a fragile truce between packs, Sienna and Leo are forced to work side by side. The more they clash, the more the sparks fly. But in a world where dominance, duty, and desire are deadly things, letting your guard down can cost more than your pride. She's fire. He's ice. And someone's about to get burned.

🕊️✨ A story that whispers what words never could. Menorah always thought silence was empty... until it became everything. Set in the golden haze between childhood and adulthood, If Silence Could Speak follows Menorah - a soft-spoken girl spending her final summer of freedom at her grandmother's home. It should have been just like old times: mango trees, late-night giggles, cricket matches with the childhood gang... But one unexpected encounter - and one boy named Arjun - brings old emotions she never knew she buried. Through awkward glances, wordless understanding, and unsaid things, Menorah begins to realize: Sometimes, the loudest stories are told without a single word. ✧ A slow-burn coming-of-age story ✧ For lovers of nostalgia, friendship, and first love ✧ Soft. Real. Honest. New chapters every Friday 🌿🧡

He's all silence. She's all sunshine. He believes in control. She believes in chaos. He walks like the world fears him. She walks like the world is her playground. Zain Malik - London ka cold, unreadable, dangerously calm businessman. Pihu "Piu" Rao - Bangalore ki colourful, clumsy, overly sweet disaster. They're the definition of opposites: Black vs Pastel Stillness vs Storm Ice vs Candyfloss But destiny has a funny way of crossing paths... especially when two people are everything the other is not. 💗✨

Emily's life was ruined long before the mafia entered it - a cruel father, a childhood stolen, and a little sister only she protects. Then she saves a stranger. A stranger with cold eyes, blood on his hands... and an unexpected interest in her. Alexander Mozorov wasn't supposed to care. But something about Emily doesn't fit the world she's trapped in- and that makes her dangerous. To him. To herself. To everything she's trying to survive.

Spencer Flynn has spent years keeping her past sealed. She doesn't speak of it or revisit it. A supermarket cashier, her life is small by design, shaped by quiet routines and minimal interaction, with nothing forcing her to remember what she escaped. Everything changes when Celine Moreau, a high-level PR executive, offers Spencer a job that doesn't match her comfort zone, but the chance to try feels like a step toward reclaiming what's left of her life. She accepts and does not prepare for the chaos of her first day. For Spencer, tattoos mean healing, so she finally gets that Medusa one she's always wanted, unaware it belongs to someone powerful. Mino Corsetti. Owner of one of the most successful luxury car companies in the U.S., he nearly loses his mind when he discovers a stranger wearing what he considers his personal design. Spencer meets his fury with attitude, only to be left shocked when he sits across from her in a boardroom the next day as her boss's biggest client. Bracing for termination, she is instead assigned a major project for one reason alone: Mino recognizes the meaning of her tattoo and becomes fixated on uncovering her kind of darkness, and why they mirror each other's damage so well. Where Mino thrives on control, dominance, and pain, Spencer finds grounding in surrender and in receiving pain that gives her a sense of agency she has never had. Their connection feels natural, even comforting at first. But trauma bonding has always been the most dangerous form of love. Fascination twists into a dangerous fetish. Desire deepens into dependency. Healing rips open old wounds, leaving them both addicted to the dark intensity they share. Soon, every choice, touch, and altered boundary pushes them closer to a place where pain and desire are indistinguishable, where the consequences could scar them psychologically, physically, even fatally. And that line between desire and death... may just be exactly where they have always been headed.

I was doing so well. For years I kept myself balanced. For years I kept myself away from anything that could set me off. Then she fell directly into my lap. Jasmine Rose isn't just my rival at work- she is everything my therapist could never have known to warn me about. I only wanted to be a good writer. I only wanted to be a good friend. I only wanted to be a good man. So why did the safety switch off when she smiled? Why did I hear that familiar click when she laughed? Maybe she's too perfect to be toxic. Maybe I'm too damaged to be saved. And if she ever pressed the barrel to my temple and asked me to pull the trigger... I can't promise I'd say no. Which leaves me with one impossible question: Am I the the target? Or am I the gun?

This is the story of a marriage that began as a quiet arrangement... and turned into an unbreakable bond forged in romance, danger, and fire.

Vikrama Rana Prathap, Maharaja of Jodhpur, has always had what he wanted. Power, wealth, a kingdom that whispers his name, an heir to carry his legacy... and a wife who he worships. But after twenty years, he still cannot name the thing that claws at him in the night, the hunger that refuses to be tamed. Obsession? Possession? Desire? Maybe. But love... that delicate, fleeting word... seems far too fragile for a man who takes what he wants. And yet, she stirs something in him he refuses to name. Twenty years of stolen glances, silent commands, and burning desire, still, with every breath she takes, every laugh that cuts through him, she claims pieces of him he will never get back.

ＳＩＮＳ ＯＦ ＡＣＥ 𝓗𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓭, 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓲𝓷. On the night Vinicio De la Garza is set to propose to Josefina San Antonio--the daughter of a rival whose hand would seal power, territory, and loyalty between Miami's two most ruthless crime dynasties--nothing goes as planned. For nine years, Benita Guzmán has been the invisible housekeeper who keeps the De la Garza mansion spotless, scrubbing away the blood and dust left behind by their business. A quiet fixture. A ghost in plain sight. But tonight, she sees something she shouldn't, and it's Vinicio slipping out of the security room moments before chaos erupts, moments before his father begins drilling the truth about his fiancée's dead bodyguard out of everyone. When Don demands answers about tampered CCTV footage, Benita should say what she saw, yet for reasons that elude Vinicio, she pushes forward and takes the blame, exposing herself to humiliation and punishment to cover up for him. For the first time since she walked into the mansion, Vinicio really sees her, not as the quiet shadow that cleans up his world, but as a woman brave enough to lie to Don. And even stupid enough to bleed for him when it came to that. Maybe it's madness to feel something new for someone else on the night he's supposed to seal the business contract he calls a marriage. But timing has never stopped Vinicio, and neither have rules. As weeks bleed into months, the ring on his finger starts to feel like a shackle, the empire he's meant to protect tightening like a cage. And because some poorly-treated housekeeper isn't supposed to matter to him, yet somehow, she's the only thing he can't get his hands off. Unfortunately, his desire for her is more fatal than forbidden. And every heartbeat in her direction is one step closer to having her blood on his hands.