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He was the kind of man you donât meet twice in one lifetimeâbecause once is enough to break you. Vivian Singhania walked into my world like a storm disguised as salvation. He spoke in truths that felt like lies, touched like sin, and looked at me like I was something worth burning for. And I believed him. Every word. Every promise. Every illusion. Until I realized love with him was never about peace. It was about power. About obsession. About who would survive the fire first. Now the ashes are all thatâs leftâhis name still carved somewhere between my ribs, his shadow still whispering in every silence I try to fill. I tell myself I donât love him anymore. But every time I breathe, I remember the truthâyou can escape a man, but never the version of yourself that loved him.
They came to kill a man. They left with his daughter. In the blood-soaked alleys of Budapest, four men who ruled the underworld by fearâLuca Moretti, the strategist with a conscience he buries deep. Nikolai Volkov, the enforcer whoâs known only violence since birth. Rafael Santos, the smooth-tongued charmer who hides guilt behind his smile. Elias Novak, the hacker who sees everything but feels nothing. One mission. One clean hit. Until a three-year-old girl walks out of the shadows⊠and sees it all. Now the killers are the protectorsâtrapped between the wrath of their own syndicates and the innocence of a child who shouldnât have survived the night. She calls them monsters. They start to believe sheâs their redemption. But in a world where loyalty bleeds faster than love, and bullets speak louder than truthâ protecting her might just destroy the only family theyâve ever found.
She ruled the sky. He commanded the sea. But their hearts? Uncharted territory. Four years ago, Aisha Maddox walked away from the only man who ever made her feel grounded. Rhys Callahan was quiet strength, calculated calm, and hersâuntil one night shattered everything. She thought she saw the truth. He thought she was the one who'd never run. Neither were right. Now, Aisha is one of the Air Forceâs boldest fighter pilots, hiding heartache behind sharp maneuvers and sarcastic smiles. Rhys is a Navy Captain, colder, harder, and more unreadable than ever. When a joint military operation forces them back into each otherâs orbit, the sky isnât the only thing on fire. He hasnât forgiven her. She doesnât know how to ask. But some stories donât end. They just pauseâuntil fate presses play. In a world of discipline, duty, and danger⊠can love survive the turbulence?
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In the ruthless world of power, wealth, and secrets, Ahana Malhotra is caught between two dangerous menâher ambitious and cold-hearted husband, Kiyan Malhotra, and his fiercest rival, the enigmatic and unyielding Arhaan Kozllov. Ahana, the perfect socialite and Kiyan's trophy wife, has spent years masking her pain behind a flawless smile. But one fateful rainy night changes everything when her car crashes into Arhaanâs. The collision sets off a chain of events that forces her to confront not only the cracks in her marriage but also her own long-buried fears and desires. Arhaan, known for his iron will and icy demeanor, never expected to cross paths with Ahana like this. As their lives become entangled, he finds himself torn between his thirst for vengeance against Kiyan and an inexplicable need to protect the woman who symbolizes everything he despisesâand yet, everything he cannot resist. And then thereâs Kiyanâcalculating, manipulative, and determined to maintain his empire at any cost. But as he starts to lose control over Ahana and realizes Arhaanâs growing influence over her, heâll stop at nothing to keep her by his sideâeven if it means waging a war that could destroy them all. In this electrifying tale of love, betrayal, and redemption, three lives collide in a high-stakes game where hearts are weapons, trust is a luxury, and the ultimate price is more than any of them ever bargained for.
"Why haven' t you eaten dinner?" Leo's voice was cold, his hand tightening around my waist. "I.." My breath hitched as he thrust into me again, harder this time, stealing my words. "Ah, L-Leo" I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders. Before I could catch my breath, something soft pressed against my lips. A sandwich? "Eat, Eva," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "How....how can I eat like this?"' I gasped, my body trembling under his control. "You have to," he murmured darkly, his lips grazing my ear. "You'll need your strength to handle me." Without warning, he pushed deeper, his grip on my hips unrelenting. My body jerked in response, and my mouth opened instinctively. He took the opportunity to press the food against my lips again, his smirk evident in the way his eyes burned into mine.
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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