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Angelina let out a soft puppy-like moan and hugged her pillow tighter. Except… the pillow felt oddly hard and uncomfortably big beneath her arms. She frowned in irritation, wriggling to get into a comfortable position, but no matter how much she adjusted, it isn't working.
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18+ an Indian dark romance. It's a Military men's love story.
I'm ready to give you that freedom. You and your father can leave." I froze. What? I looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief, searching for any sign he was lying. Any smirk, any cruel glint. But he was calm. Too calm. Then he spoke again-and his words struck like a bolt of lightning straight through me. "But for that..." he paused, his voice dipping to a deadly softness, "you have to be my breeder."
My innocence was ripped apart from me. Now i have no light left inside me anymore. The betrayal is running deep inside me. I can't sleep. I can't breathe. I can't cry. I become just a shell. I always dreamt of a prince charming coming in a white horse to take me away and live happily ever after. I was in s fairlytale. But fate has other plans. It had decided to give me a reality check. Now i have no more dreams left. I am already dead. I am Charvi. And this is my story.
"You think you’re just my obsession, Siana? No. You’re the blood in my veins, the chaos in my silence. You're not my weakness—you're my war. And I will burn kingdoms, slit throats, and drown in sin before I ever let you go. You are my devotion... the Devil’s dark devotion." It all started with a dare — a kiss on a stranger’s cheek at a lavish resort party. But that stranger turned out to be Devillian Giordano — ruthless CEO by day, feared mafia boss by night. Cold, commanding, and dangerously irresistible, he doesn’t forgive easily… yet something about Siana Aydin begins to unravel him. What begins as a harmless kiss spirals into a twisted web of obsession, secrets, and a deal that cages her in his dark world. But Devillian isn't a hero. He’s the monster at the end of every fairytale. And yet, she can’t look away — drawn to the very danger that should terrify her. Secrets lurk in every corner, enemies plot from the shadows, and through it all, their hearts burn with forbidden passion. She’s his sunshine. He’s her storm. And she’s about to become his dark devotion. She thought it was a kiss. It became a cage. Now, she's the only thing he worships— and the one thing he might destroy.
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