ππππππ Γ ππππ | ππ Γ ππ He is lethal, ruthless and carved by years of revenge fire. She is chaos wrapped in silk and heels, very much aware of the ruin she is a part of. Hating each other to their cores, then why do their kisses feel like an eruption? Will his revenge burn her or is his Jaan worth more? - She shoved him back, defiance burning in her veins. His laugh was low, dangerous. He raised the gun, eyes blazing into hers... "Congratulations, Ziya. Your rebellion just earned you a husband." ββββββββββ Where obsession meets resistance and revenge. This story is not for the weak hearts... πππ«π€ ππ¨π¦ππ§ππ | ππ‘π«π’π₯π₯ππ« | ππ²π¬πππ«π²
More details