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Belonging To The Darkness

*Arranged marriage*Enemies to lovers*Obsessed anti-Hero* “I fucking hate you!” She breathed out the words, slowly and steadily, into his face. Her garlic smelling breath hitting him right in the face, making his face twitch and break posture. “You,” he turned his head away to breathe away from her garlic scented bread, only for her to open her mouth and blow into his direction. “Fucking brat. Did your parents teach you nothing?“ “Pedophile!” She accused to his face. “Did your parents teach you to marry little girls?” Adrian scoffed. “it’s your father who is trying to marry you off. Take it up with him.” She tried to open her mouth, by the looks of it just blow her garlicky breath on him again. Adrian grabbed her jaw, squeezing her cheeks together, he made her shut her mouth. “Listen to me carefully, Brat,” he whispered, bringing his face closer to hers, “You better hope I don’t say yes to this proposal of your father. Because if I do, I will be shipping your ass off to a behaviour correction facility as the first thing.” Ignoring the sneer on her lips, Adrian patted her cheek forcefully, just for fun, before turning around and leaving her alone in the corner. “It’s on,” she vowed, “I’ll fucking set you on fire.” ***** Joyce O’Sullivan, 19 years old, a perfect age to get married and settled according to her family members, according to the church they went to, and according to the whole society that she did not give a damn about. Adrian Murphy was a name she had heard in her household many times but only by their mouths of. Those who dealt with business. When her father is finally able to score a meeting with the so called God of Europe, at least for the land to live in, she could not care any less only to find out that his father was making a proposal to him. Proposal of marriage. A proposal of marriage of her and him. The best part about it? He got to decide. And she certainly won’t let him decide in her favour. And why? Because it would get them power and power was everything. **** Dark romance you have been warned. Can be read as a standalone .

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The winds of the storm - III

Thankfully, the roads of London were quite empty early in the morning. Otherwise, she was sure that Adrian would cause a few accidents on his way home.

"Please, slow down." She whispered, sitting right beside him, but he outrightly ignored her. If anything, she felt like he drove with ever more speed.

The man practically flew the car home, leaving her to clutch on whatever she could find her hands on to hold. The more he pressed on the accelerator, the more she pressed herself back into the seat.

Was driving rashly a part of mafia upbringing? He seemed quite effortless at it.

She gulped, staring at his side profile by the corner of her eyes. What is there anything that she could possibly say that would calm him down? Probably not. Worst case scenario was, he pressed on the accelerator harder and they both died.

Was he trying to kill them? He might be successful in it the way he was driving them home.