Nanya has always lived on the edge of exhaustion—an ordinary girl trying to hold together a life that is already fraying at every seam. She works long hours at a café, fights constant battles with her entitled mother, and shoulders responsibilities that should never have been hers. College dreams slipped away under the weight of bills, family drama, and the burden of siblings who aren’t even her own by blood. She thought her life couldn’t possibly get more complicated. Until the night she met him. He is a god. Untouchable. Forbidden. Deadly. But, she defiled it all Damian Blackthorn has walked the earth for centuries, a god hidden in plain sight. Bound by divine law never to interfere in the mortal world, he lives behind a mask of perfection, keeping mortals at a distance with his cold, untouchable presence. His one rule is simple: humans are not his to save. But rules shatter when Nanya’s life hangs by a thread in a dark alley. Against his will, against every law written in blood and fire, Damian saves her. That one act brands her with the mark of a god, a symbol burning beneath her skin. It ties her fate to his power, her heartbeat to his essence, her body to his desire. Now Nanya carries more than just the memory of a stranger’s piercing eyes—she carries a curse, and a destiny she never asked for. As their lives collide, Nanya discovers Damian is as infuriating as he is irresistible. He reads her thoughts, mocks her fears, and pushes her buttons with ruthless precision. Yet beneath his arrogance lies a storm of danger and hunger he can no longer suppress. Every encounter between them burns hotter, twisting from anger to desire, until she begins to wonder if doom has always felt this much like destiny. But the mark has consequences. Every law Damian broke by saving her is a threat waiting to destroy them both. Worse, a Watcher—an entity stronger than Damian—lurks in the shadows, closer than Nanya ever imagined. Her life, already chaotic, spirals into a perilous game of survival where desire and destruction walk hand in hand. Torn between the fractured bonds of her human family and the forbidden pull of a god, Nanya is forced to face impossible choices: betray her heart, or embrace a love that could unravel worlds. My Saving Doom is a romance/fantasy about forbidden love, divine danger, and the irresistible fire between two souls who should never have touched. It weaves the raw struggles of an ordinary girl with the intoxicating passion of a god who was never meant to fall.

Aria had always been a shadow in her own home. Adopted at twelve, she quickly discovered that “family” was nothing more than a mask for ownership. Every meal, every roof over her head, every kindness was tallied like debt. Her siblings mocked her, her mother reminded her she was unwanted, and her father’s silence sealed it. She wasn’t a daughter. She was a burden. Years of quiet sacrifice followed. She gave up her college dreams, working small jobs just to pay her rent because staying under their roof was unbearable. Still, even distance couldn’t sever their control. When the time came, they yanked her back into their world—and handed her over as collateral. The Montagues, one of the city’s most ruthless families, demanded repayment of a debt. Aria’s adoptive parents, desperate to save face, offered her in marriage to their reckless son. She was not asked. She was told. Her protests were ridiculed. Her mother’s voice was venom: We took you in when no one else wanted you. You owe us this. Her siblings laughed at her “fortune.” Her father made the decree final. For the sake of reputation, Aria was to be sacrificed. The realization hollowed her out. Everything she had endured, everything she had given up—it meant nothing. She was still currency. But for the first time, Aria pushed back. Her voice, trembling but fierce, cut through the silence. She told them she wasn’t their pawn. Fury followed, but she didn’t stay to hear it. She walked into the night, fear and freedom colliding in her chest. It was then that Adrian Kane entered her story. To the city, Adrian was untouchable. A billionaire with ice in his veins, feared by rivals, worshipped by the press, a man whose empire bent others to their knees. To Aria, he was her boss—cold, demanding, merciless. A man who peeled excuses apart with a look, who held everyone in his orbit accountable. But Adrian saw what others ignored. He noticed the quiet fire in her eyes, the storm she tried to bury. When the Montagues’ arrangement threatened to consume her, Adrian made a move that would bind their fates. He didn’t act as a savior. He acted as a man with his own agenda, one that tethered Aria to him in ways she didn’t expect. At first, she resisted. He was arrogant, manipulative, far too powerful. His words cut deep, his presence smothered her, and his gaze left her trembling between fury and desire. But Adrian thrived on her defiance. Every spark she threw at him, he fanned into flame. Every wall she built, he broke down until she couldn’t deny the truth: she didn’t just hate him. She wanted him. Their attraction was wildfire—wrong, intoxicating, unstoppable. She told herself she’d never fall for a man like him. Adrian reminded her he always got what he wanted. Between them simmered a passion that blurred the line between hate and need, danger and salvation. But the Montagues weren’t finished. Their son claimed Aria as already his, an object he owned by name alone. Adrian’s interference threatened more than her safety—it threatened to ignite a war. Caught between two ruthless forces, Aria faced the hardest truth of all: her silence had protected her, but it had also imprisoned her. With Adrian, she was forced to fight. Not just for survival, but for herself. Their bond was jagged and raw. Adrian’s touch was both cage and freedom, poison and cure. His kisses burned like promises and punishments. Yet in his arms, Aria discovered strength she hadn’t known she had. She was not just collateral. She was someone worth choosing. But every step toward him demanded sacrifice. Trusting Adrian meant surrendering control. Defying the Montagues meant risking her life. And falling in love meant placing her fragile, healing heart into the hands of a man who could break it with ease. Still, through fire and betrayal, she rose. The unwanted girl who had been sold as payment became a woman who claimed her place. And Adrian Kane, the ruthless billionaire who had vowed never to love, found in her the one thing he couldn’t buy, control, or replace. Together they would rise—or burn. But one thing was certain: Aria would never again be a pawn. She would be the queen who dared to rewrite the rules of the game.