At Blackthorne Academy, money buys privilege. Power buys protection. And being a Sovereigns, means everyone knows your name. Abby Sovereign has spent her entire life being the second favorite child, Jasper's little sister, and the girl everyone already thinks is just a pretty face. The spare. Blackthorne is supposed to be different. For the first time, Abby wants something completely ordinary: make friends, go to parties, date whoever she wants, and enjoy four years without her family watching every decision she makes. Unfortunately, Jasper Sovereign has other plans. Before leaving Blackthorne behind, her overprotective brother makes sure Abby is safely installed in Sovereign House, and leaves his best friend in charge of keeping an eye on her. Nico Devereux. Billionaire. Hacker. Newly crowned president of Sovereign House. Charming, inappropriate, dangerously intelligent, and entirely too comfortable accessing information that was never meant for him. Nico doesn't believe he's controlling. He prefers efficient. Abby disagrees. Especially when he knows where she's been, who she's talking to, and far too much about the guys she wants to date before she's even had the chance to make her own mistakes. To Nico, Abby is Jasper's little sister. A responsibility. A princess who has spent her entire life protected from the kind of people he knows exist. To Abby, Nico is an invasive, arrogant asshole who desperately needs to learn the meaning of privacy. Neither of them particularly likes the other. Which would be considerably easier if they weren't living under the same roof. And if Nico Devereux knew how to leave anything alone. ________________________________________ An addictive, spicy, dark elite-academy romance filled with old money, dangerous attraction, jealousy, surveillance, ruthless social hierarchies, and a morally black hacker MMC who has never considered privacy particularly important.

❝𝙈𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙞 𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙪𝙣.❞ (I pray for your death). My 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 I 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. ❝ 𝙋𝙝𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙝𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙞.❞ (Then let's see just how strong your hate is). *** Full Desc Inside. 1 in #muslim

"Where is your dupatta, Noor?" Zaviyar's voice was a low blade cutting through the silence of the haveli, "Maybe if you want to be a man of honor, Khan Sahab, you should first learn to lower your gaze." 𝒩ℴℴ𝓇 ℛ𝒶𝓎ℯ𝒾𝓈𝒾 has always believed in the beauty of a storybook ending. Raised in the shimmering glamour of the city and nurtured by the legendary love story of her parents, she is a hopeless romantic waiting for a heart that beats in sync with her own. But at twenty-three, Noor discovers that her future was never hers to write. She is the Rayeisi legacy, promised since birth to the powerful Khan family to settle a generations-old debt of honor. 𝒵𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓎𝒶𝓇 𝒦𝒽𝒶𝓃 is the storm she never saw coming. At twenty-seven, he is the iron-fisted Sardar of a hundred villages, a man who has traded his youth for the heavy, dusty mantle of leadership. He doesn't believe in city dreams or the fragility of romance, to him, marriage is just a duty, and Noor is a responsibility he expects to fall in line with the ancient, rigid traditions of his ancestral haveli. When the modern, academic world of the Rayeisis collides with the rigid life of the Khan Haveli, the tension between them is immediate. Noor finds herself a stranger in a house that values tradition over her own voice, married to a man who views her independence as a challenge. Caught between the promise made by her family before she was even born and the life she wants for herself, Noor must navigate a marriage that was never meant to include love, and decide if a man like Zaviyar is someone she can ever truly reach.

In which a rebellious girl is forced to marry a Sardar who vows never to let her go, and she plots her escape, even if it means his downfall. Gulminay Mehrzad, the Nawab's sister, belongs to one of the most powerful families in the country. She always believed she was born to charm, to conquer and to destroy. And she had never lost, until a year ago. Vowing to never be a prey again, when she is forced into a marriage, Gulminay sets out to do what she does best: make her new husband break and fall to his knees so she can set herself free. But she soon finds out that he isn't like the men she played with before. He's infuriatingly calm, maddeningly gentlemanly, and the biggest shock: he's utterly immune to her looks and touch. In her quest for freedom, she risks losing something else.