Chained Desires [GLOW UP IN PROGRESS✨]

Chained Desires [GLOW UP IN PROGRESS✨]

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--- Chained Desires She never believed in love - not the kind that stayed, not the kind that healed. To her, life was a game of hearts, and she always knew how to win. But then he came - quiet, confident, and impossibly sure of himself. The kind of man who didn't chase, yet somehow made her want to be caught. He wasn't looking for love either, but something about her drew him in - her fire, her laughter, her truths. She made him feel alive again, even as she drove him insane. What started as a daring attraction soon became something neither of them could control - a love so fierce it blurred the line between devotion and surrender. Now, bound by emotions they never meant to feel, they must decide if love can truly set them free... or if some desires are meant to keep us chained forever Ranking - #2nd place Nigerian fiction
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Once, I was the quiet boy who stood in her shadow. Hopelessly in love. Pathetic. Obsessed. She knew it- And she used it. She told me I "might" have a chance. Smiled while ripping me apart. Made me her joke, her pawn, her emotional plaything. Then she humiliated me in front of everyone and walked away like I never mattered. But I did matter. And now? I'm back to remind her. I spent three years building everything she thought I'd never have- Power. Money. Respect. A reputation that makes people stand when I enter a room... and drop to their knees when I tell them to. She doesn't recognize me at first. But her body does. It remembers the hands that used to tremble around her... Now they grip harder. Deeper. Unforgiving. She wants control? Not anymore. Now she gets to feel what it's like to be played with. To be the one left shaking. Desperate. Begging. Because I'm not the boy she broke. I'm the man who's going to ruin her- Slowly. Deliciously. And she's never looked prettier than when she's crying my name.

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