​A young woman moved with a fluid grace and enveloped Austin in a long, familiar hug. As Amelia drew near, she heard the easy, intimate flow of their conversation. ​“When did you come?” Austin asked, his voice softer than she had heard it all day. ​“Just an hour ago,” the woman replied, pulling back a faint, possessive smile on her lips. ​“Where is he?” Austin was already looking past her, his eyes scanning the cavernous, brightly lit entrance hall visible through the open front door. ​“He is playing.” She turned, a warm, indulgent look on her face, and called out, “Ethan…come here darling.” ​ Amelia stopped a polite distance behind them, waiting for Austin to acknowledge her presence, to introduce his wife of six hours. A moment later, a little boy, no older than five, with the woman’s exact dark hair, came tearing out of the house. “Mom…” he cried happily, but skidded to a stop the moment he saw Austin. His expression changed, his eyes widening with pure delight. ​“Daddy!” The word was a joyous shout, and the little boy launched himself, arms outstretched, into Austin’s strong embrace. ​The world seemed to tilt and spin on its axis. Amelia’s breath hitched in her throat, a sickening realization blooming in her chest like a poisonous flower. ​“Mom? Dad?” The words were a fragile, whispered question, almost lost in the grand silence of the night. Amelia’s eyes, wide and disbelieving, darted from the happy, comfortable tableau of father and son to the woman, who was now smiling at Austin with the distinct, undeniable warmth of a wife. ​Austin had a wife and son? What the hell! The rushed wedding, the distant drive, the coldness, the refusal to look her in the eye—it all clicked into place, a horrifying mosaic. She wasn't a bride; she was a terrible mistake, or worse, a calculated transaction.

❝Please kill me...❞ She placed his hands around her neck, ❝it's better to die at once rather than die everyday. Kill me now....❞ She begged in her cracking voice. He smiled wickedly and withdrew his hands, ❝I won't taint my hands, touching whores.❞ ➺➺➺➺➺ Ashrah, 19 years old innocent soul. She doesn't want anything in her life, but a true love. She desperately wants her love to save her from all the pain she has been enduring since birth. But destiny stored a cruel fate for her; she ended with a Devil who's living to take revenge on her family. Adham- darkness, as if his name,he is a dark mystery. He is cruel and unkind when it comes to his enemies, although he is a coldhearted man, there's an exquisite pain hidden behind his unemotional and insensitive personality. What will happen if a forced marriage ties them together? Will she love him? Or will she try to escape from him? How could he control himself from the irresistible attraction towards her? Will he accept her as his wife? Or will he just use her as a pawn?

❝Ple.....please ......don't......❞ her tears soaking her dark eyelashes. Her body was shivering under his burning stares. Her breath hitched when his fingers touched her panties and snatched the last clothing on her. ❝Please......don't do this...❞ a hard slap stopped her begging. Before she could soothe the stinging pain on her cheek, she could feel her body tear apart as he slid into her. ❝Ahhhh........❞ She cried out. ❝You are mine!❞ He hissed as he thrust inside her deeply. This is his love; his brutal love. ➺➺➺➺➺ Rahan Qureshi was the real definition of devil. A ruthless billionaire mafia king was living his life all of himself without anybody's merely presence; a lonely soul. He didn't even care about anybody or anything. He was not made for love or affection. And honestly he didn't want to. But it's all changed when she unexpectedly came into his life. Unknowingly to him he just fell into the spell of love with her alluring power of beauty and innocence. They say love just happens without any warning. Will she is able to survive in his deathly love? Or she became the ashes as a victim of his brutal love.