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My one-sided Love

My one-sided Love

“Kill him.” The moment the words were out of his mouth, she dropped the gun in shock and took a back step. “I can’t,” she said, stuttering. “Why?” he asked. “It’s a sin,” she whispered. Before she could step away, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. She gasped seeing him so close to her and was struggling to move away from him. “What will happen if you sinned?” he asked, leaning close to her ear. “Please,” she begged. “I will tell you what will happen. If you sin," he leaned closer before adding, "you burn in hell,” he said, his hot breath fanning her skin. “And this is hell.” Before she could stop him or pull her hand away, he pulled the trigger, followed by the gunshot, and she shut her eyes tightly. One mistake, and it cost her a price she was not ready to pay. If only she knew a night was all needed for her life to go from good to worse, she would never have stepped out of her house. If only someone had warned her not to cross his path she would never have served herself to him on a silver platter. Adah Malik made one mistake and it cost her a price she was not ready to pay. What was her mistake? She crossed her path with the mysterious Aryan Abdullah. Aryan Abdullah, an aloof businessman, held power and money yet nothing seemed to interest him. He enjoys facing death more than life but one night and one intruder changed him. She came into his life as a puzzle but soon she became his only restorative. He knew she was a walking disaster for him and she knew he was nothing but a danger yet that one night was enough to intertwine their fate.
Falling in Love with Devil (Dark Romance)

Falling in Love with Devil (Dark Romance)

“You fucking bitch, I told you to stay here, and I will think about what I can do for you to not assassinate you, but you're just being a bitch” He yelled and turn my back like always I did whenever I was punished by a stick. "Bitch” He yelled throwing stick after stick, I felt my body turn numb getting to continue beating. “This time I won't let it go easily” He yelled, tearing my cloth. My body jerked back, his cold hand roamed my back. “I teach you today what happens when you just disobey my single command,” He said, turning me, removing a thin cloth from my body. "No, Liam" I screamed. “Why, It was always meant to be mine. Right?” His face had an evil smirk on. “Please no, Liam. Not like that
” I whispered, hugging myself with my hand hiding my naked self from his burning eyes. “No Amber
 This will only happen like this, You fucking bitch tried to deceive me” He said, taking a fistful of my hair with enough grip to make me cry. “I won't do that again, Promise,” I said showing him my pinky finger like always we seal our promise. “Amber
” He sighed, like controlling himself. “Promise
” He said, taking my pinky finger with his finger. “This time promise will be sealed with my way baby” He smirked, bending my pinky finger. His eyes were like some beast that just want to hurt someone so badly. Author Note : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The Ice Queen's Secret Superstar Husband

The Ice Queen's Secret Superstar Husband

Katy Riddle was Hollywood’s untouchable "Ice Queen" and the secret wife of Oscar-winning Best Actor, Arther Knowles. To the world, they were distant. But in the shadows, she ran his most obsessive fan account under the alias 'Chi-Chi'. Her perfect double life shattered when a leaked Gala video went viral. The footage destroyed her cold persona, showing her staring at Arther with raw, starving adoration. But the real nightmare was the final frame. The camera zoomed in, exposing a frayed, black braided string bracelet hidden beneath her diamonds. Five years ago, as a nobody, she had dropped that exact handmade token at Arther's feet in a chaotic airport crowd. "Take it down! I refuse to look like a desperate groupie!" Katy screamed at her agent. She threw millions to aggressively scrub the video from the internet, terrified her husband would discover her pathetic secret and ruin their marriage of equals. Thinking she was safe, she wore a heavy disguise and sneaked into his exclusive fan meet. But when Arther walked on stage, her heart stopped. Tucked discreetly beneath his shirt, resting against his chest, was that exact same cheap black bracelet. Why was the Best Actor wearing a crazy fan's trash? Before she could process the shock, Arther's dark eyes bypassed the screaming crowd and locked directly onto her masked face. A slow, dangerously possessive smile spread across his lips, proving he already knew exactly who she was.
Her Heart, His Deadly Secret

Her Heart, His Deadly Secret

The expensive leather of the car seat felt cold against my skin. My fiancé, Mark, was driving, his hand holding mine tightly, his warm smile promising safety. In the passenger seat, Chloe Davis beamed, "Almost there, Ava. You' re going to love the surprise." "Something even better," Mark said, squeezing my hand. "A final getaway before we' re officially Mr. and Mrs. Stevens. Just for us." But the car slowed, turning onto a gravel road. The city disappeared, replaced by dry fields and a high fence topped with barbed wire. A heavy iron gate blocked the road, guarded by two men with rifles. My smile faded. "Mark, where are we?" The car stopped. The engine cut out, and silence was sudden and heavy. Mark let go of my hand, his own sweating. He wouldn' t look at me. "I' m sorry, Ava." He finally turned, but the warmth was gone from his eyes. It was replaced by something cold. Chloe turned, her sweet smile twisted into a sneer. "He' s not sorry. Not really." A guard grabbed my arm, his grip like iron. "Mark, what is this? Help me!" I screamed, my eyes locked on his. He just looked away, his face pale. The gravel bit into my knees as I stumbled and fell. I looked up at the compound beyond the gate, the concrete buildings. A wave of ice washed over me. It wasn't just fear. It was recognition. A deep, soul-crushing recognition. I knew this place. I had spent two years trying to forget it, three years running from the man who built it. "No," I whispered, the sound catching in my throat. "No, no, not here." Chloe nudged my side with her expensive shoe. "Your inheritance was just sitting there, Ava. Mark and I need it. And you' re the key." "What are you talking about?" I choked out, my mind reeling. "They pay well here," Chloe said, casual. "Especially for someone like you. Unbroken. Pretty. They' ll get the money out of you. And what' s left of you will still fetch a good price." Betrayal was a cold, sharp thing. My fiancé and his lover, selling me back to the one place on earth I feared most. A hysterical laugh bubbled up. I looked past Chloe, past the guards, at the main building. The man I once loved. The man who had owned me, body and soul. The man I had betrayed to gain my freedom. "You idiots," I whispered, the words tasting of blood and dust. "You have no idea what you' ve done." Three years. I fought for three years to build a new life, to pretend I was normal. I got engaged to a kind man. I thought I had escaped. And now, the man I chose to escape to had just sold me right back to the devil I ran from. The cruel irony was suffocating. I was home. And I was going to make them pay.