Neha wasn't born to live in this part of the world. The part in which women are nothing but an entertainment for men. Where blood is spilt mercilessly every second without regret Where power and money is all that mattered Neha wasn't born to live in the world where Hercules ruled ruthlessly When the devil captures Neha and forcibly pushes her into a tornado of danger, burning lust and uncontrollable feelings. Along with the grief of losing her father, can she walk out the disaster in one piece and understand her new life? Or will she fall to her knees and leave herself exposed to other distresses she never imagined she would go through? Her naiveté will make her want to reach for Hercules's sinful hands during the times she struggles to stay on her feet. But what she doesn't know is that maybe falling into a pit of darkening tragedies is better than falling into the arms of a callous man. ***please note this is a dark romance with dark themes and as such trigger warnings do apply. "I'm feeling generous right now," the devil says as he walks into my room wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans. In the midst of the whirlwind of emotions, I catch myself checking him out in his casual clothing. Maybe I can add having a good looking-husband to the good reasons for marrying him as well. "Marrying me is not an option for you," he takes a seat on the bed beside me, my shoulder brushes his arms and I feel tingles run across my body. "But before I put a ring on your finger that you will never take off, I'll give you the chance to ask me a few questions about myself. I know everything about you, and I know that it upsets you that you know nothing about me," he turns and looks at me. "I'm not doing this because I fucking pity you, Neha. I'm doing this because then you could stop screaming at me and making me want to punish you. Remember who I am."