Ruin
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RUIN He was her ruin long before she knew what it meant to be destroyed. Anastasia Vivienne Sokolov is the golden thread in a tapestry of cold dynasties. Bright, beloved, untouched. And hopelessly unequipped for a man like Lucien Morieu. Seven years older. Her brother's best friend. His family's curse. Her family's downfall. Raised to manipulate. Built to win. What begins as a bet, a game, a passing cruelty- Becomes obsession. Ritual. Ruin. Because he was never meant to want her. And she was never meant to follow the sound of his voice into the dark. But some temptations are older than conscience. And some devotions are not made of love at all. A story of knives wrapped in velvet, of step-siblings and saints, and of the boy who burned the world just to watch her flinch. Heavily inspired by the movie "Cruel Intentions"
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They handed her to me in a silk dress and diamond collar. The spoiled Sokolov princess. The executioner's daughter. My wife. Kira Sokolov dances in chaos like it's a language she invented- spinning through Paris in stilettos, kissing danger with blood-red lips, dragging her demons behind her like a designer coat. She was meant to be my obligation. A Bratva arrangement sealed in blood and silence. I never wanted a wife. Especially not one with wild eyes, bipolar swings, and a mouth that lives to drive me insane. But now she's mine. My problem. My obsession. And when she falls apart in my arms- with whispers to ghosts and bruised apologies- I'll burn kingdoms to keep her breathing. Because no one touches what belongs to Ivan Smirnov. Not the bratva. Not her past. Not even her own madness. She was born royalty. But she'll die as something else. Mine.

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