The Vows She Never Chose

The Vows She Never Chose

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She saw too much. So he took everything. Including her. She was never meant to be his bride. And yet-there she stood, trembling under vows she never chose. Anam lived quietly, wrapped in dreams and traditions. Doruk lived in shadows, where blood was currency and trust meant weakness. Their worlds were never meant to touch-until one fatal night she saw what she shouldn't have. She threatened his empire. He ruined her wedding. And in a single moment, made her his... not out of love, but necessity. Marriage was a cage. She was the prisoner. He was the warden with unreadable eyes and a heart locked shut. But what begins with hatred slowly burns into something neither of them expected. With every argument, every glance, every silent prayer - walls begin to crack. This is not a love story. It's a story of survival, power, pride... And how sometimes, the most dangerous vow isn't the one spoken aloud - but the one felt in silence. The Vows She Never Chose An enemies-to-lovers, forced marriage, slow-burn romance where love arrives late... but stays forever.
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He strokes himself with his eyes closed, and there he is-laid out in front of him, thighs parted, skin slick with desire. He imagines his hand sliding up that throat, feeling the shiver rise under his palm before tightening just enough to draw a gasp. His mouth would follow-hungry-down that taut chest, licking, biting, until a rough moan spills out. He knows how that body would respond: the way the hips would lift, aching for more, when his tongue moves lower, so much lower, tasting that salty, trembling skin. And those eyes... those 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 eyes drowning in pleasure, staring back at him with that kind of yielding that would drag a growl from his chest. He sinks deeper into it-deeper into the vision-imagining his fingers there, buried to the knuckles, while the other writhes beneath him, lips swollen from begging too long.

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