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Lethal Obsession
Romance DARK ROMANCE "Sir, I am in a dire need of loan. Its very important, my friends life is at stake. I assure you I'll try my best to return the loan asap." She breathlessly said it all. Her eyes were filled with hope and expectations. He was her last hope.
"Miss Sheharzaad," Shehryaar said, while standing up from his chair causing her to instantly stand up.
"Yes sir" she replied, her voice troublesome yet confident.
He walked towards the other side of the table and sat on the chair parallel to her.
"Keep sitting, please." He said, like a gentleman and she sat down. She tightly held her hands together. A life could be saved by his single yes.
"Sir please," she pleaded.
"I agree. You can have the loan, but I have a condition."
"I agree to your every condition sir" she replied with a little smile of victory on her face.
"Think before you speak, Miss Sheharzaad."
"I trust you."
"I want a one night stand with you." He dropped the bomb.
............
"Every women is nothing but a whore, a slut and you're also one of them." He said making her wriggling double against the ropes, which tied her.
"You're wrong." She replied with a sheer determination in her eyes.
He harshly gripped held her chin and bobbed her head up towards him.
"Oh, I'll prove it to you then." He spoke with an immense intensity and a promise in his eyes.
"You'll now serve me as my personal escort, Sheharzaad." He declared and threaded his fingers into her silky locks, pasting his lips on hers, kissing her brutally.
He didn't trust womankind and she was a strong woman.
He wanted shatter and break her into pieces so he could satisfy himself. Attraction by Laila Ali
Romance DARK ROMANCE
"I told you, every breath you'd take, I would be aware of it," he said moving closer towards her making her take a step back.
Her heart was palpitating wildly unable to withstand the intensity his eyes hold which made her eyes to move down on their own.
He took one more step and she again backed away.
"Didn't I, Roshanay?" he cocked his brow, his hand itching to grasp her neck.
One more step by him and now her back touched the wall. She had now nowhere to go and dread was creeping up her nerves.
Her eyes helplessly looked towards the door and then at him who was moving towards her with that vicious glare but a calm composure. His calmness was making her shudder, she could already feel her forlegs shivering not able to withstand her weight. She felt like she was standing in a lion's den and the lion was ready to pounce on her and break her neck.
"You know," he stood infront of her, his hand beside her head and at that moment she just only wanted to hide in the wall, "what I want to do with you right now?"
Her fear filled eyes just looked at him and she couldn't find her voice anymore.
"Strip you off your clothes and belt the hell out of you," he muttered,
"Please no! Don't do this to me!" she shrieked and within a flash he grasped her arm and threw her on the bed.
Jumping over, he dug his fingers in her cheeks puckering her lips.
"You need a punishment Roshanay" he gritted before pulling back.
"Please no!"
"Dont you dare utter a word! Not a single voice! I told you, you carry my fucking name! My fucking name! You're my woman!" he shouted making her sob loudly, "And you still had the audacity?!" he roared. By now his shirt was off of him while his hands released the belt.
"Now face the consequences"
And with a harsh tug, the sound of ripping of her shirt was heard followed by her heart wrenching scream You might like
My Fiancé Married Me To My Rival
rabbit At my best friend's birthday party, I drank tainted wine and passed out.
When I woke up, I heard the doctor say it could cause severe nerve damage.
I teased my fiancé Cayden Hewitt, asking who I was and where I was.
He hesitated, staring at me, then called my rival Liam Hewitt.
"You're Julia. He's your fiancé. You're getting married soon."
I froze, thinking he was joking too.
My best friend, Vivian Green, slipped her arm through Cayden's, looking every bit like a couple in love.
Eventually, I was about to marry Liam.
But Cayden, with eyes red from emotion, stood in front of the car to stop it, pleading, "Julia, don't marry him. I've realized I can't let you go." HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)
Viviene Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised.
It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language.
This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire.
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"Take off your dress, Meadow."
"Why?"
"Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost."
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Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance.
One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring.
Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel.
He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch.
Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed.
She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge.
But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming.
Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything.
Alaric doesn't share what's his.
Not his company.
Not his wife.
And definitely not his vengeance.
Married to the man behind the camera
Happygirl Zoey Patel has spent her life on Hollywood's sidelines writing scripts no one reads while working odd jobs to keep her father's failing film studio alive. Her dreams of success are fading... until Liam Blackwood walks in.
Liam the cold, commanding billionaire producer everyone fears. A man with steel-gray eyes, a ruthless reputation, and a broken heart buried under scandal. His latest film is drowning in bad press, and his board gives him an ultimatum: fix your image or lose your empire.
His solution? Marry an ordinary woman who can make the world see him as human again.
His choice? Zoey.
The terms are clear-six months, fake smiles, and no real feelings. She gets the money to save her father's studio. He saves his career. Easy.
Until the cameras start following them everywhere. Until his ex, Cassandra Voss, whispers poison in Zoey's ear. Until the man who swore he didn't believe in love starts touching her like he means it. Protecting her like she's his. Kissing her like the marriage isn't fake at all.
But in Hollywood, secrets never stay buried. When their contract leaks, Zoey becomes the target of a brutal media storm. Betrayed and humiliated, she walks away, convinced every kiss was a lie.
Liam Blackwood doesn't beg. He doesn't chase. But for Zoey, he'll do both. He'll risk his fortune, destroy his enemies, and shatter every wall he's built just to prove their love was real all along.
In a city where every smile is scripted and every heart is guarded, one truth remains
The most dangerous role they've ever played is falling in love.
Reborn in Flames: A Reckoning To Reclaim Her Throne
Aurora Rose In the eighteen years of her life, Brianna had endured relentless abuse from her family, living in constant fear.
One fateful day, two dignified figures approached her and revealed a shocking truth: she was their long-lost daughter, heiress to the wealthiest family in the city-the Owens.
Desperate for love and acceptance, Brianna hoped to escape her past. Instead, she fell victim to Cassie, a cunning impostor who manipulated their parents against her while feigning distress. Rather than forging a connection with her real family, Brianna found herself betrayed and isolated.
When a car accident left Brianna in a vegetative state, she found herself able to listen to everything around her, though unable to respond. Bitterly, she realized her parents didn't care for her; they visited just once.
A month later, Cassie visited, disconnecting the ventilator before leaning in to whisper coldly, "Goodbye, my dear sister. You shouldn't have come back. You are meant for that despicable, wretched family."
Somehow, fate granted Brianna a second chance. Reborn and fueled by rage, she vowed to make everyone who had wronged her pay dearly.
This time, she would seize the life that had been stolen from her. A Substitute No More, A Queen Returns
Gavin For five years, I was Jameson Blair's fiancée. For five years, my brothers finally treated me like a sister they loved.
Then my twin, Haleigh-the one who left him at the altar-returned with a fake cancer story. In five minutes, he married her.
They believed her every lie. When she tried to poison me with a venomous spider, they called me dramatic.
When she framed me for ruining her party, my brothers whipped me until I bled.
They called me a worthless substitute, a placeholder with her face.
The final straw came when they tied me to a rope and left me dangling over a cliff to die.
But I didn't die. I climbed back up, faked my death, and disappeared. They wanted a ghost. I decided to give them one. When Love Turns to Ash
Gavin My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend.
From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down."
That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny.
But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded.
I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said."
Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off."
My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers.
I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal.
Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing.
As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury.
In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho."
How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me?
Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault?
Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred?
I would not be his victim.
Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done.
I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties.
This was not an escape; this was my rebirth.
Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.