SILKEN CHAINS
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Rivan and Aira enter a contract marriage. All they have between them is hatred, rage and hunger for revenge. Will their story blossom into love or leave them shattered in the end?
"His voice rumbled against her skin as he growled out the words that sealed her fate:
Rivan: I don't chase. You're mine-that's not up for debate. Try running again, and I'll have you tied to that bed so tight, you won't even remember what freedom felt like. And trust me, Aira..I won't be gentle about it."
---This is more of a short, faster paced dark romance story----
---Read only if you are comfortable with themes like forced marriage, contract marriage, revenge, hate and darker themes---
---I am not consistent with updating because I already have 2 jobs to do. Writing stories is only one of my hobbies and I frequently get writer blocks. So please be patient---
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