My dangerous possessive husband

My dangerous possessive husband

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Zinoviy Vyacheslav. A name that didn't just belong to a man-but to a force. To the world, he was ruthless. Untouchable. A man who ruled everything that mattered-business, politics, and the underworld that lurked beneath it all. No secret escaped him. No enemy survived him. Men feared him. Empires bowed to him. And yet- He bowed to her. ⸻ Arabella Grace. She was everything he wasn't. Soft where he was harsh. Light where he was darkness. A woman with a heart so vast it frightened even a man like him. To the world, he was a monster. But to her- He was hers. ⸻ "People say he's heartless," I once wrote. "What they don't know... is that I hold his heart."
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It's been two years since he has gone to study abroad. I still remember the day I came to live in this house after my parent's death. I still remember the day when he suddenly came into my room. I was looking at him with shocked eyes because of his actions. He locked the door and started coming in my direction. I knew that I was in danger but I can't move my body. Bloody hell, my body was held by the cold gaze of his blue sea-colored eyes. With long steps, he was coming towards me, and in a flash of seconds, he was in front of me. He grabbed my hair making me look into his eyes, my eyes were close afraid of meeting his cold star but the next word from his mouth made my eyes short open. "Who was that man Jane with whom you were laughing and talking answer me. Who was he," he shouted in anger. I took in his appearance his jaw was clenched and his eyes were burning in anger. H-e-he saw me with him. I knew I was in danger. Now, what should I do was the big question for me. Warm tears filled my eyes ready to slip out from the corner of my eyes by remembering that day. The more memory of that day still you heard it right. First place in The Scribblers Award 2020 for best novel

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