"P-p-please.." My voice was a jagged, stuttering mess. I frantically clawed at the basement floor, trying to scramble backward, but my limbs were shaking too violently to find traction. Tears cut through the dirt on my face as I stared up at his towering silhouette. "I-I-I'm sorry... I-I p-promise, ! D-don't do this, p-p-please!" Adrien stood completely unhurried, his sapphire eyes dead and hollow. His violence wasn't a fit of rage; it was a cold, calculated execution. He stepped forward, pinning my left leg flat against the concrete with his crushing weight, and brought a solid iron rod down directly onto my kneecap. Crack. An explosive, white-hot agony shattered my mind. I let out a blood-curdling shriek that bounced violently off the walls, my entire body convulsing. "A-A-Adrien! S-st-stop! I-I'm b-begging you!" I screamed, sobbing so hard I choked. Without a word, he lifted the rod again and shattered my right kneecap. I collapsed onto the freezing floor, my teeth clicking violently from the absolute shock. Before I could pass out, Adrien knelt over my trembling form. He shattered a thick sheet of glass against the table, holding a razor-sharp shard in his gloved hand. "You forgot whose name you carry, my dear," he whispered softly. "Let's make sure you remember." He pressed the jagged glass deep into the bare skin of my shoulder blade. I shrieked, my body locking into a rigid line as he began to deliberately engrave his name into my flesh. TRIGGER WARNING‼️‼️ This book is not ordinary dark romance novel . It contains sensitive themes , abuse , sexual assaults , murder and what not. READ WITH CAUTION ‼️‼️

Veda Pawar is a businesswoman whose blood runs as cold as ice and whose heart is said to be carved of stone. She is known throughout the elite society by one title- - The Witch. But behind those cold, calculating eyes lies a curse she hides from the world. A life where only anger, pain, and lust ever reach her heart. When she decides to spend Christmas in Edinburgh, fate has other plans. She ends up sharing a roof with her business partner, Avinash Chowdhury- the only man whose touch has ever shaken her. Roses. Guns. Secrets. Lust. As fate traps them in a marriage she never wanted, one she accepts only to protect her adopted son, Rishi, Veda finds herself drowning in Avinash's dangerously tempting chaos. But when the yearning in his eyes finally begins to crack the walls around her heart... Will she finally learn what it means to feel, or will they become just another unfortunate tale.. ..of love? _________________________ A therapist slowly getting traumatized. An ascetic getting drawn to the beauty of a lady. A healer who can not tend to her own wounds. An orphan with a thirst for revenge. A witch cursed with the essence to feel nothing. A ruler bound to bring order to this mad realm. Three couples. One fate woven through yearning, secrets, and blood. Some eyes are meant to fall in love... others are destined to witness its end. ❧☙❧☙❧☙❧ A multi-couple stand-alone.

She was never supposed to cross his path. He was never supposed to claim her. Zara Okonkwo is a sharp, independent Black woman from the streets of London who has spent her life avoiding the shadows of power. One night she witnesses something she was never meant to see-and the man who finds her is no ordinary criminal. Emir Alessandro Moretti is the half-Italian, half-Turkish heir to two empires: the Moretti crime family of Naples and a hidden royal bloodline that still whispers through the Turkish underworld. Cold. Possessive. Brutal when necessary. He has never wanted anything for himself... until her. What begins as a forced alliance to keep her alive turns into an obsession neither of them can control. Loyalty is tested. Betrayals cut deep. Mafia wars erupt across continents. And somewhere between the gunfire and the silk sheets, two people from opposite worlds discover that love can be the most dangerous weapon of all.