She feared the dark and escaped it.
He ruled the dark and lived in it.
Zarah:
I've spent my entire life in the spotlight, living up to the facade of the perfect Romano Princess, turning a blind eye to the dark, twisted world of the wicked.
Nobody ever saw through me... except him.
Logan Ivan Markov, the paragon of morally gray; an intelligent criminal lawyer and agent.
He was charming, deadly, and a devious manipulator sitting in expensive tailored suits, playing the part of an ethical and calculative attorney.
Those who knew him knew the dangers of a man like Logan. But not me.
He was a puzzle I couldn't solve, a message I couldn't decode, a mystery I couldn't unravel, the oblivion I chased. I knew from the moment I met him that we were destined to animosity, to stay far apart. But our bickering and fate had other plans.
I never expected to get wrapped up in the dark world of corruption and billionaires; I never expected to need saving, but most of all, I never expected Logan to save me, let alone marry me.
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Logan:
All my life, I've lived in the dark and twisted world of corruption, danger, and betrayal. Most people knew the life I came with. The murders, the money, and the brutality. Most people... except her.
Zarah Amaira Romano was the bane of my existence from the moment I met her. She was the embodiment of chaos, someone who made me feel too much, someone I couldn't erase after a single night together. She could bring me to ruins if she tried.
I knew from the moment we met that Zarah was more dangerous than any bullet or dagger to the heart, she was worse than any drug. I knew if I got too close, she'd be the fire that burned me. The oblivion I would crave.
But when she became the key to all the secrets I spent my life trying to unravel, I knew what I had to do. I never expected to get involved with her again. She was too bright, too passionate... untainted.
Until she became my wife.
"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me.
"I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice.
He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with the wall. He hovers over me, his chest mere inches away from mine.
He kept his hand on either side of me, caging me in his arms. He smirks dangerously and says, "That your body doesn't crave for my touch."
He always does this, he intimidates me and then thinks I die for his touch. I would never allow his hand near me. Again.
I grit my teeth and said "My body doesn't."
He leaned closer to me, his hard chest pressing against my hardened nipples and whispered near my ear "Then why are you so nervous, rose?"
He kept his mouth near my ear and his hand came on my bare legs. He slowly trailed his big, rough hands, making his way under my skirt. My breath hitched and he stopped mere inches from my core.
No matter how hard I try to deny his touch, my body responds exactly the way he wants. My spine arched and my eyes snapped close.
He breathed near my ear and whispered in his husky voice filled with sins, "No matter how much you deny, your body always craves for my touch, wife."
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Devansh Raichand, CEO of the top fashion label who only thrived for finding his father's murderer. But get his life tangled with Aisha Arora, an aspiring fashion designer, when he pays off her father's debt in exchange of marrying her.
But what made him help her father? And why marry her? Just for the debt?
or
There's something more in this?
But the most important, what will happen when fate decides to play its own cards? Will it wreck or strengthen them?
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