Ward: A Dark Romance

Ward: A Dark Romance

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It should have been a fairytale... A Billionaire Duke sweeps poor American actress off her feet to a romantic, isolated English estate. A grand love affair... except this wasn't love. It was obsession. He had it all planned from the beginning, before I even knew he existed. He chose me. I'm his unwilling captive, forced to play his sadistic game for my own survival. He is playing with my mind as well as my body. Trying to convince me it is 1895, and I'm his obedient ward, subject to his rules and discipline. Everywhere I look it is the Victorian era. He says that my memories of a modern life are delusions which need to be driven from my mind through punishment. If I don't submit, he will send me back to the asylum. I know it's not true... any of it... at least I think it's not. The lines between reality and this nightmare are starting to blur. If I don't escape now, I will be lost in his world forever. It should have been a fairytale...
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"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me. "I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice. He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with the wall. He hovers over me, his chest mere inches away from mine. He kept his hand on either side of me, caging me in his arms. He smirks dangerously and says, "That your body doesn't crave for my touch." He always does this, he intimidates me and then thinks I die for his touch. I would never allow his hand near me. Again. I grit my teeth and said "My body doesn't." He leaned closer to me, his hard chest pressing against my hardened nipples and whispered near my ear "Then why are you so nervous, rose?" He kept his mouth near my ear and his hand came on my bare legs. He slowly trailed his big, rough hands, making his way under my skirt. My breath hitched and he stopped mere inches from my core. No matter how hard I try to deny his touch, my body responds exactly the way he wants. My spine arched and my eyes snapped close. He breathed near my ear and whispered in his husky voice filled with sins, "No matter how much you deny, your body always craves for my touch, wife." ✤✤✤ Devansh Raichand, CEO of the top fashion label who only thrived for finding his father's murderer. But get his life tangled with Aisha Arora, an aspiring fashion designer, when he pays off her father's debt in exchange of marrying her. But what made him help her father? And why marry her? Just for the debt? or There's something more in this? But the most important, what will happen when fate decides to play its own cards? Will it wreck or strengthen them? ✤✤✤ !!HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! !!POSSESSIVE MMC AND FMC!!

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