Giselle has always been an enigma-sharp-minded yet distant, craving solitude yet longing to be understood. She keeps her world small, her walls high, and her heart untouchable. Love, to her, is just another illusion, a fleeting desire wrapped in dangerous vulnerability. But when eerie signs begin to appear-her belongings subtly misplaced, anonymous notes left in her path, the unnerving sense of being watched-she realizes someone has already found a way in.
Then, she meets Issac.
He is everything she should fear-composed, intelligent, and too perceptive. His presence unsettles her, his words carefully chosen, his gaze lingering just long enough to make her question if he knows more than he should. There's something about him-something familiar yet foreign, like a shadow she can't quite place.
And when the truth finally unravels, it's far worse than she imagined.
Issac has been watching her, studying her, weaving himself into the very fabric of her life. Every step she takes has already been anticipated, every thought seemingly understood before she can voice it. He isn't just obsessed-he's patient, methodical, and unshakably devoted.
Giselle wants to escape. She wants to fight. But how do you break free from someone who knows exactly how you'll run? How do you resist someone who, in the darkest corners of your mind, feels like the only person who truly sees you?
As obsession and reality blur, Giselle is forced to confront the most terrifying truth of all-the real danger isn't just Issac's devotion.
It's what she might become under his gaze.
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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."
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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?
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