Amara’s life should have been a fairy tale. On her wedding night, she dressed in white, believing she was walking into a future filled with love. But instead of happiness, she found betrayal—the groom she adored in the arms of her stepsister. Before she could scream, the sister she trusted pushed her from the balcony, ending her life in a moment of pain and disbelief.Yet fate gave her another chance.When Amara opened her eyes, she was no longer the broken bride. She had returned to the past—one year before her doomed wedding. Now armed with bitter memories and sharp clarity, she refuses to repeat her mistakes. No more blind trust. No more tears.She will rewrite her destiny.Her stepsister will face exposure. Her ex-fiancé will taste humiliation. And every enemy who once mocked her will pay the price.But revenge isn’t the only path fate has prepared for her. In the midst of her schemes, Amara discovers the quiet presence of a man who had always been in the background, watching, protecting, waiting. His cold exterior hides a loyalty that could melt her scars, if only she dares to let him close.Will Amara’s second chance be consumed by revenge, or will it also open her heart to a love stronger than betrayal?

A secret marriage. A forbidden love. And a billionaire who swore he’d never fall.”Elena thought she was prepared for a loveless arrangement, but marrying Alexander Knight—the cold, ruthless billionaire—was nothing like she imagined. Behind his icy mask lies a man burdened with secrets and haunted by scars he refuses to share.Bound by a hidden contract, Elena becomes his bride in name only… until stolen glances turn to dangerous sparks. What begins as a business deal threatens to spiral into passion neither of them can control.But love was never part of their agreement. And when Alexander’s past resurfaces with enemies determined to destroy him, Elena must decide—will she risk her heart for a man who vowed never to love? Or will the truth behind his hidden bride shatter them both forever?🔥 A forbidden romance filled with passion, betrayal, and heart-wrenching twists. Perfect for fans of powerful heroes, fierce heroines, and love stories that cut deep.

🌑 Love in the Shadows 🌑Aria’s life ended the night her sister disappeared. A year later, the world has moved on — but Aria hasn’t. Haunted by grief and bound by her sister’s last warning, “Don’t trust anyone,” she hides behind walls of silence, convinced love is nothing but a weakness.Until the stormy night she meets him.A mysterious stranger who knows her name. A man who watches her too closely, speaks as though he knew her sister, and warns her not to walk home alone. His presence stirs fear in her chest, but something else too — a dangerous pull she can’t explain, one that feels as though he’s already a part of her story.But every answer he gives leads to deeper questions. Who is he really? What does he know about Lila’s disappearance? And why does she feel like trusting him could save her life… or destroy it?Torn between suspicion and desire, grief and hope, Aria is forced into a game where every choice has a price. Because in the shadows of love, nothing is ever what it seems.A dark, emotional, and suspense-filled romance that will make your heart race, your eyes weep, and your soul whisper: what would you do, if love itself was the most dangerous secret of all?

Chapter One – Whispers in the DarkThe rain had not come in weeks, and the earth outside Elara’s window had begun to crack, as though it, too, was weary of waiting. The air smelled of dust and woodsmoke, heavy enough to choke, but she did not open the shutters. She preferred the candlelight. The night beyond her window was too wide, too empty.Her pencil whispered across the paper. She had drawn the same figure a hundred times, though she had never seen him clearly—at least, not with waking eyes. Sometimes she dreamed of him, sometimes she felt him in the corners of the room, but always the image returned the same: a tall shape cloaked in shadow, with wings that did not look like they belonged to any bird or angel she had ever heard of.Tonight, her hand betrayed her. She drew his face.Her breath caught when she finished the lines: a strong jaw cut by scars, lips pressed in silence, and eyes—eyes that seemed to burn even in graphite, as though they could see her through the page. She stared at the drawing, trembling.Her chest began to ache. The pain started small, like a fist pressing down from inside, and then sharpened. She dropped the pencil and pressed her hand over her sternum.“Not now,” she whispered. She breathed shallowly, counting until the pain began to dull. “Please, not tonight.”The doctors had told her she would not see old age. Some had not even been sure she would see twenty. She was seventeen now. She had learned to live with the shadow of death pressed against her, though some nights the thought of it nearly strangled her.Tonight felt heavier than most.She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. The candle flickered. The silence of the house pressed close. Her father was gone to the city, and she had no siblings, no companions save the restless woods. Loneliness settled in her chest heavier than the ache of her weak heart.Then—“Elara…”Her eyes flew open.The voice was soft, rasping, barely more than a breath in the air, but it carried her name like a secret. The candle’s flame wavered, guttered, almost went out.She swallowed, every muscle tightening. “Who’s there?”Silence. The kind of silence that feels alive, waiting.She rose from her chair, moving to the window. The fields lay still beneath the half-moon, silver and empty. No one stood outside.“Elara…”This time the voice came from behind her.Her breath hitched. She turned.The corner of the room darkened—not as shadows usually darken, but as if the light itself recoiled. The darkness swelled, curling inward, shaping itself.And from it, a figure emerged.He stepped forward slowly, as though pulled against his will. Smoke clung to his form, shifting with every movement. He was tall, towering, with shoulders that seemed made to bear mountains, and wings—black, vast, ragged—that stretched outward and scraped against the air itself.But it was his eyes that held her. They burned like coals left in ash, faint yet unquenchable.Elara staggered back, nearly tripping over her chair. Her candle tipped, spilling wax over the wood, but she hardly noticed.He stopped when he saw her fear, as though afraid to move closer. His voice rumbled low, trembling with something she did not expect.“You… can see me.”Her lips parted. She should have screamed, should have run, should have prayed—but her heart did not obey reason. She only stared, wide-eyed, whispering, “I’ve seen you before.”The words shocked her. They slipped out like a confession. “In dreams. In shadows. In… sketches.”The ember-eyes narrowed. “No mortal should see me. Not as I am.”His wings shifted, the air groaning with them. He seemed made of storm and silence, and yet there was sorrow carved into his face so deep it rooted in her chest.Her heart lurched, and she pressed her hand to it, gasping. The pain returned suddenly, sharp and merciless. She stumbled, collapsing back against the desk, her vision blurring.The demon’s eyes widened. Before she could fall completely, he crossed the space between them in less than a heartbeat. A clawed hand—blackened, scarred—caught her wrist. His touch burned and froze all at once.Something rushed into her veins.Her chest loosened. The pain vanished. Her breath came back.She blinked up at him, dazed, her pulse racing where his hand touched her skin.“You—” her voice cracked. “You saved me.”His expression twisted, grief cutting through him like a blade. He dropped her wrist as if she were fire.“No,” he rasped, his voice breaking. “I doomed you.”The candle died. Darkness swallowed them whole.And yet, though she could not see, she felt his eyes still on her, burning in the silence.For the first time in years, Elara did not feel alone.