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I was never meant to belong in his world- A world where power is worshipped, blood is currency, and love is a weapon. Vivian Singhania. The name itself was enough to send men trembling. And yet, he chose me. Not out of love. But vengeance. Control. He stole me from everything I knew, then shattered what was left. He wore a crown of cruelty and kissed me like I was his salvation. One moment, he protected me like I was fragile glass. The next, he burned me down with the fire in his eyes. I should have run. I should have hated him. But how do you run from the only person who ever made you feel seen? How do you survive a man who owns your soul? I didn't fall in love with him. I fell into him. And I'm not sure I ever want to crawl back out. This is not a love story. This is the story of how love ruined me... ...and how he made the ruin beautiful.

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