The Devil's Contract Bride (18+)
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Última publicación sáb, mar 28, 2026
He didn't marry her for love.
He married her for revenge.
Kiara Khanna wanted a fresh start...
not a contract with the most dangerous man in the city.
Armaan Rathore -
cold, ruthless, untouchable.
A man people fear.
A devil in a tailored suit.
For him, she was just a weapon
to destroy his step-brother.
For her, he was a cage
she could never escape.
A forced marriage.
A ruthless deal.
A house filled with secrets.
But somewhere between hatred and possession...
revenge turned into obsession.
And obsession... turned into love.
Now the question isn't
"Will they fall for each other?"
It's
"Will love survive a marriage built on revenge?"
🖤 The Devil's Contract Bride
Where vows are signed in blood... not trust.
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